Intro Log

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Who: Everyone!
What: Your first magical day
Where: Progress City Tranport Center
When: Right now
Warnings: None planned!



[Today you found a ticket to a theme park. It seems relatively normal, except that it reads: Lifetime Parkhopper Pass to Progress City. ”The Most Magical Pocket Dimension in the Multiverse!” This is not a theme park you have ever heard of, if you live in a world where theme parks are of the norm.

For some reason you’re drawn to the ticket. There’s something… magical in this piece of paper, and you can practically hear it calling out to you, and you feel compelled to pick it up. It’s strange, but it’s a piece of paper, what’s the worst that could happen?

However, the moment you pick it up, you feel yourself being pulled. There is nothing pulling you but there is an overwhelming sensation that something is pulling you by the chest into the ground. You don’t have time to process what’s going on before you suddenly fall over, the strange feeling going away the moment you hit the ground.

It takes a few moments for you to regain your bearings, but as you look up you are suddenly hit with the fact that, wherever you were before, you certainly aren’t there anymore. It appears to be a transport station of some sort, and a very sleek and new one at that. Monorails pass by the station every couple of minutes, with small, slower moving vehicles consistently move in and out of the center.

The innermost wall, right behind where you stand, is lined with portals. It appears that you came in through this portal, but if you try to go back the way you came in, you’ll find that you are unable to enter it, no matter how hard you try.

While the realization that you are now trapped in this strange place, you will soon find that you also have a strange band strapped to your dominant wrist. No matter how hard you try to take it off, it seems like it’s stuck on there.

At least you’re not alone, along with a bunch of other people who arrived around the same time you did, there are humanoid people who seemed to be intrigued by your arrival. They’re all generally nice, but get confused if you ask them why you’re here and why you can’t leave. They will, however, happily tell you the name of the place you’re in if you ask:

Progress City.]

Comments

NPC #3

[wantstherum]

[Trailing behind Rod and Bill is a woman with vibrantly red hair. It's not as easy to place her as the other two, but if you happen to have ever ridden Pirates of the Carribbean before? She does bear a striking resemblance to The Redhead.]

If ya aren't the type to care about what's being done before it's done, ya might come down to the Adventurer's Club for a drink. They're on me today, to make up for this mess. [Her eyes shift towards Rod.] And should this take longer than a few hours, yer all welcome to stay at my inn - that'll cost you, but we do a mean waffle in the mornin'.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

6/10.

I don't suppose you have any good tea there? Or even better, clothes for more than a night's stay.

[wantstherum]

Tea I can do, darlin'. Clothes are a little more difficult, being as I'm not in the business of them, but should ya all be here for an extended stay I'm sure our esteemed Mayor will provide a stipend for necessities from the grocery and the Mall of the Future.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Well then! This place isn't half bad, kidnappings and problems and 3/10 looking men aside!

[ilovepuppies]

Wait.

Did you say waffles.

[wantstherum]

Aye, I did. If you'll be wanting one instead of a drink, I can have my staff whip one right up.

[ilovepuppies]

I want waffles.

[kindaruledatit]

I like this one!

[Wendy shoots up a hand, like she's waving hello, but also wants to ask a question, in a cool way.]

Hey, tell me some more about this Adventurer's Club.

[wantstherum]

Yer currently in the Transport Center, at the center of the city. Takin' the PeopleMover thataway, [Red points in the direction of the Pink District.] you'll get to the Pink District and my fine establishment: the Adventurer's Club, where you can have a drink and chat with explorers from all over. It usually opens a little later than this, but I'm making an exception on account of yer arrival - the staff will be ready by the time you arrive, but the entertainment will be a little sparse.

[kindaruledatit]

Hey, whatever we can get while we're here. It just so happens that you've got a few explorers around you right now.

[...Points to herself.]

That includes me. I've been to some places, dude.

[evilette]

( evie's wary of the two men who show up and appear to know something about this place — but the third to arrive? the redhead? she's beautiful, and evie can't help but look at her admiringly from afar for a little while before finally mustering up the courage to approach her. )

Hi, I'm Evie — Princess Evie.

I think I'm a little too young to drink but I'd love a place to stay tonight. I'm great at cooking... cleaning... Oh! Or I can make you an outfit if you have any fabric here.

[wantstherum]

It doesn't have to be alcohol, my dear. I stock many things that aren't, for people that can't or don't drink. [Red smiles.] And if you'd like to stay at my inn, I'm sure we could put ya to work doin' this and that.

[evilette]

( evie's practically blushing at the response — because of course she'd jumped to the conclusion of adult beverages. could she be blamed? this beautiful woman's dialect reminds her vaguely of the likes of harry and uma and their pirate crew. she knows how much they like their rum (or at least talk about it, despite the fact that the isle's dry as can be). )

That would be — fabmazing, ( she practically gushes, relieved at the prospect of one good thing happening to her here so far. ) Thank you.

— I mean it.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle doesn't drink, or rather isn't in the habit of it, but the redheaded woman's offer piques her interest nonetheless.]

If we do, God forbid, end up needing shelter for the night...how are we to procure the funds to pay you?

[wantstherum]

Right now, you can pay me by doing that and that. Dust the dining room, wash the dishes - I'll find work for you, don't worry your pretty little head about it. [She frowns suddenly, glancing over at Rod.] I'll talk to Rod about a long-term plan if it looks like this might be a while longer than a day or two.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Of course. I'd appreciate that very much, Ma'am, I'm not afraid of hard work.

[She very much hopes it won't be any longer than that.]

[standingonmyneck]

[Daria had too much to mull over, but sighed somewhat sadly. Like acceptance, more like.]

Have any sodas?

[wantstherum]

Aye. If it's a Coca Cola product, we stock it.

[... They have a sponsorship deal. Don't worry about it.]

[standingonmyneck]

I'm game then. As long as it's fizzy.

[She shook her head.]

...But you have cherry coke specifically, right?

[notasingleword]

....Do you have any rum?

[She's too young but she picked up a bad habit after being in a murder game.]

[wantstherum]

Aye, I do. [squints] But aren't ye a little young for that?

[NOT SURE... IF CHILD... OR SMALL ADULT...]

[not_over_yet]

[ ...

Offer under consideration, congratulations on actually having a social skill, unlike Rod and whats-his-name. (Not that Basil has any business passing judgments there, but he's going for it anyway.) ]

Anything available on a "to-scale" basis, Miss...?

[wantstherum]

[Red appears to consider this for a second.]

Do ya mind drinking from dollhouse props? [That's the only thing she has on such short notice. She can get cups made for him if he becomes a regular.] I can also get a thimble, if ya prefer.

[lusito]

Finally, someone is saying something reasonable.

[Hi we would very much like that drink, thanks.]

[wantstherum]

Pick your poison, laddie. I have everything a person could be dyin' of thirst for, but our specialty is rum.