destinystrings | From One City to Another [Open post event info and start]

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Who: Everyone (guests and non-guests alike)
Where: Geartopia
Summary: Event in City start!
Warnings: Cowboys and Gears
EVENT INFO: Read about it here if you're a new comer!

The Mayoress keeps her word, and the Visitors are whisked away and changed into more suitable clothing for this world, free of charge. As they step down from the portal -- a stark contrast to the last time it was used, a giant man standing easily over eight feet tall and resembling a mammoth takes out a piece of string and measures everyone for their complimentary hat, vest, goggles and boots, as a small team works nearby to adjust the sizes of the materials they already have. It's rather interesting to see them at work, cutting with iron scissors - a spiderlady using her own silken string along with a robot aide to patch things up. Before long, you are given an outfit that's been tailor-fit for you.

Hopefully you aren't too arachnophobic, she's a nice old lady.

Once that's all done, the Mayoress speaks up.

"Come with us, please!"

Robotic horses and chariots draw them into the middle of the town, as a small map is given to everyone, but it's overly simple at best.

As they arrive in the town square, a look around reveals that the people here seem to be a mixture of humans, humanoid animals that have evolved, and robots. The feeling is very Old West, but with it all kept at a simple level despite the advance technology present. Compared to Hinoto-Ri and its lights, bright city and atmosphere, Geartopia feels like it falls on the opposite end of the spectrum. There's barely anything that would make you think of a modern city.

Which is why those that don't look like they belong stand out even more than you do.

Confused people from various worlds, not meant to have landed here... but currently with no way to go home, are stuck in Geartopia, violently torn from whatever they had been doing.

"We ain't sure what happened," she tells the Visitors, shaking her head. "But the past three days have been nothin' more than a giant mess! And they keep pilin' up. We need you to help us figure out what's happenin’!"

As they continue towards the town's center, she gives a bit more explanation: Once, long ago, Geartopia was built by aliens visiting the planet that granted intelligence to some native species. That includes her kind! The giant black obsidian monoliths humming precariously outside of town are an example of that. Normally the rocks only work when they need to contact other worlds. Three days ago, they started to glow, and that's when others began to appear here. People that had not been planned for. And they were still coming in, too...

The technology the elder aliens left them allows them to contact other planets during times of distress, but otherwise, there is nothing futuristic going on - the aliens wanted it this way and for the most part, the population respects this. Most of the area is dry and arid, with very tiny grass and shrubs growing over the hill, and, strangely enough, an area from town that is densely populated by forest.

They'll need your strange and powerful manpower in the upcoming days… just like twenty years ago, when the previous mayoress had called upon great heroes for aid.

[OOC Info about Geartopia:

- Saloon and bars of all sizes. Most are comically named with an object and a color. You can find all sorts of them across town. The shadier ones can be found at the far end of the west.

- There are hotels with gear-driven pianos playing wistful tunes as you drink hard liquor made from cactus juice, honey and barley. The honey wine is especially prized and costly.

- There is also a small carnival with a steampunk and old west fair, sugar and cactus fruit pies, whole animals roasted over open pits, musicians, and a single wooden coaster. It's not much, but the food is excellent.

- Be careful, however. The cactus fruit does cause stomach aches for most people not native to this world.

- There are farms around here, if you feel like having real food and doing honest work.

- The general store has steampunk items for sale, but most of them are much too expensive for the visitors at this point. You can try to barter.

- Oh, and news travels fast. Cause problems, and the rumors will travel to the mayoress fast enough.

- Start posts with Open or Closed depending on what you want to do!

RP VISITORS NOT FROM STRINGS: Here’s your own situation: Your character showed up here anytime from the 4th to the 16th and they have no idea why. They just popped out from their own place and popped in here. HAVE FUN!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Nope, I'm from the US actually." Yep, Aaron is going to assume Hinoto-Ri is somewhere in Asia. Though if one of his own theories are true about this place...

"Did Hinoto-Ri have a special path that lead to here?" As Aaron emphasizes the word, he does air quotes with his fingers. Subtle is his middle name and it shows.

"So'm I. Until I wound up in Hinoto-Ri I'd never been outside of the Midwest." It probably shows in his accent. Maugris doesn't think he has an accent, but then, he wouldn't, would he?

"But, uh... yeah, it did. If by 'special path' you mean 'magic artifact that opens portals'. Because apparently it's got one of those. From how it was described to us, this place does, too, and everybody else got here because it was acting up." He frowns and taps his fingers against his thigh. He's trying to remember where he heard the phrase 'Shining Trapezohedron' before.

"Oh, cool, I'm originally from Jersey. I was sort of traveling North for a bit before I ended up here." Though the rest of that, he just nods and wonders if he somehow slipped into a new realm. One he knows nothing about. That'd be most of them, actually.

"So, magic artifacts and things brought you here? I think I ended up here by accident. Or on purpose. Someone else's purpose at least." Hell, it's safe to assume Coyote tricked him into coming here for some reason. It would be consistent with Coyote's track record of screwing with Aaron.

"The way the people in charge of this place tell it, their artifact acting up is what started a bunch of people ending up here. Including you, from the sound of it. I think they're asking us to try and figure out what's causing it." Good thing Maugris has ~~Occult 5~~ a lot of experience with this stuff.

"Or at least a way to stop it. In my experience finding out the cause is harder." He still doesn't really know the cause of what happened to Metatropolis, something he very much regrets. "But really. Who do you know who'd have the power and a reason to toss you into another dimension? World, plane of existence, whatever you want to call it."

Which is far more than Aaron has. Armed with very little ~~occult knowledge~~ knowledge of the arcane and a list of terms he knows so very few details about. Still, artifacts are new. "Oh, just some jerk. Anyways, you said something about finding the cause behind an artifact acting up? Where is this artifact?"

Yeah, now he's curious. Having an actual goal in mind is nice. It seems the plan of wandering around until the point jumps out and greets him paid off. Maybe it will again in the future.

"If I understand right, it's those big pillars outside of town. Apparently they're going all Stargate."

But Maugris is curious now. "I can't think of anyone or anything who could do something like that I'd want to describe as 'just some jerk'." Yes, Maugris is nosy. He's a meddler by nature.

Now Stargate is a reference he can get. Good, that means he has some bearing on who he's dealing with. Aaron shrugs his shoulders though at that last statement. "Probably better you don't describe him like that. He's pretty good at pranking people and usually not in the nicest of ways."

Of course, Aaron doesn't know how to explain breed totem spirits to people so he's staying vague at the moment. Besides, Coyote's messed with Aaron his entire life, he owes Aaron some leeway for a few verbal jabs.

"Pranks? What, is he some sort of fae? I can handle those, trust me." Not that he expects this kid to know that off the top of his head... or to know what cold iron looks like.

Maugris might actually understand the totem thing better than it looks like. Spirits aren't exactly his area of expertise, but he's usually good at getting half a clue. At least when it doesn't involve cutting his losses and giving up on an enterprise.

"Fae? Um, I don't think so." Fae. Aaron's mentor made a brief mention of them but that is the extent of Aaron's knowledge there. Still, the mention starts to tip Aaron off to something.

"If I said he's Coyote. The Coyote, would that make a difference to you?" Aaron really wishes he could tell others by scent. He's going to have to steal that trick from a Garu sometime.

"Enough that I retract basically all questions. Geez, and I thought I had supernatural problems." Maugris is better at European occult lore - the Tremere are still rather Eurocentric - but he knows enough about various actual American things to know he doesn't want to touch that with a ten-foot pole.

"What sort of problems do you have?" Yep, he's even more curious now that that rang bells for this person. Being one of Coyote's own, Aaron has a mixed relationship with his main spirit. Other than Garu, he's not sure who else would think to be worried about Coyote. Unlike Maugris, Aaron's only slightly aware of the other things out there. Enough to know their general place in things.

"Demons, mostly. Doing, well, demonic things." And making the fabric of reality around his town fall apart at the seams, but he doesn't really want to get into that conversation. "And trust me, demons are a complete pain in the ass to deal with. Especially when you're trying to keep supernatural things under wraps."

From One City to Another [Open post event info and start]

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