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

[evilette]

( this boy sounds as discombobulated as evie feels, even if she's currently doing a little better than he is at holding it inside right now; she's been taught all her life to act charming even when she's not really feeling it. truly, the perks slash disadvantages of having the evil queen for a mom.

at the very least, he's capable of offering a compliment, and evie can't help but let out a peal of laughter, light and airy. ) Oh, stop. You'll make me blush.

( but she has more important matters at hand: retrieving information, if she can get it. luckily for evie, she's usually pretty good at getting intel through flirting a little. she doesn't feel it's totally necessary right now, but she may or may not take it upon herself to curl her fingers around his wrist and tug it a little closer so she can examine both of their bands together, run her thumb along the indent on the front of his. )

Have you figured out how to make it do anything? I was watching you before, you know ... you seemed like you knew what you were doing with it.

[spazzed]

( in all fairness, this boy always sounds a few shades of discombobulated, but he's finally ( maybe? ) getting to a point in his life where he's learning to work around it, to be a little more adaptable, and he might be able to thank his recent adventures in space for that. jury's still out on that, though.

at least! his comment gets a laugh and he eases a bit more into the thread of the conversation, grateful at least that there's someone willing to talk to him in spite of how he must look like the proverbial deer in the headlights; clueless of the fact that she just wants information, he allows himself to be tugged a little closer, stares down at the band around his wrist like it might finally do something with him staring at it like he's trying to start a fire. just like in the book.

or the movie, if you're a drew barrymore fan. ) I've made a career out of looking like I know what I'm doing. ( he blurts out — and why did he just blurt that out? lance, you're not helping yourself here at all, buddy. ) Can't make it work, can't get it off. It's useless.

( does he sound a little salty? mebbe. )

[evilette]

( well, that's slightly disappointing if he doesn't actually know anything about these silly bracelets. it's a miracle that evie doesn't let her external demeanor falter like her whole self deflates internally; thank you, years of practice keeping a smile on her face when her mom told her how bad her makeup looked even when she worked for two hours on it.

this boy's self-confidence doesn't seem to be the highest she's ever seen, but evie thinks it's probably a good thing. better to be humble and slightly dorky but self-aware like ben or doug than up his own behind like chad charming. it's endearing, makes her drop her faux-fliratious voice and the whole act altogether.

her smile turns more genuine, her hands clasping around his for a moment, reassuring. ) Hey, that's okay. Besides, if you've actually managed to make a career out of looking like you know what you're doing without actually knowing what you're doing, consider me impressed.

[spazzed]

( well! sometimes that sort of conditioning is good for something, isn't it? no matter what sort of negative influence it comes from?

( and he really would be sorry about the whole lack of information thing if any of that deflation had shown in her exterior, but since it hasn't … of course he remains blissfully oblivious and that, as they say, is that.

until he maybe-possible-eventually gets a clue and feels the need to apologize. or something. )

he will appreciate the genuine smile for what it is, though, noting that subtle shift but still not knowing enough to be able to put two and two together and make four; it could also be said that he's made a career out of being duped, but at least there's no more of that threatening to happen here.

he snorts, a small-sounding thing. ) Impressed? ( well here's a cheesy grin for you, evie. it's on the house. please enjoy. ) That's a new one, but I'll take it. I'm Lance, by the way. ( that last bit might be added a little bit hastily, like he'd almost forgotten he hadn't introduced himself in the first place. )

[evilette]

( she does enjoy the aforementioned cheesy grin, thank you very much, considering evie's met such a strange assortment of characters in this place thus far and lance seems to be fairly normal — comparatively, at least. it's refreshing!

evie's releases his hand from her grip so she can curtsey, proper as ever. it's always good to keep good manners, even (or especially?) in a new place. there's an amused peal of laughter at his hasty introduction, reminded more and more of her friends back home, and she responds with a soft, ) I'm Evie. ( princess evie, but perhaps that's something for a later date. )

It's nice to meet you, Lance. I've started to realize that a lot of us are here under some strange circumstances but — where do you come from? Where's your home?

[spazzed]

( there are worse things to be than normal. waaaay worse things — and honestly, he's pretty okay with being normal for now, even if he's kinda-sorta-maybe-a-lil-bit already missing his lion. but that isn't the point.

… okay, so he totally isn't expecting the curtsy, but there it is and it kind of reminds him of their resident space princess during any sort of diplomatic anything, enough that it brings a fond sort of grin to his mouth when she follows up by giving her own introduction. she can mention the princess bit when he mentions the whole paladin-of-voltron thing. if that ever comes up.

and there are a couple of ways he can answer that question, but he'll start with the obvious. ) Oh, uh, Earth. That's not a weird answer, is it? Because I've been spending a lot of time on this castle-ship thing lately and I guess that's kind of home, now. ( lance. you're doing that babbling thing. stop. )

What about you?