Intro Log

[progressmods]

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

[standingonmyneck]

[She made a small humming sound, maybe a small glimpse of a smile if Belle squinted, before reaching over and taking said hand with some confidence.]

Daria.

[Nice to meet you.]

So. Resident book reader, huh?

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle gives a surprisingly strong and confident handshake for a woman of her time period, her hand lightly callused from doing farm chores and housework, and then folds her hands in front of her.]

I suppose I am. It's not something most girls do in my home, but it's the closest thing to an adventure I've had, at least...up until now.

[standingonmyneck]

Well, Shakespeare wrote that “one touch of nature makes the whole world kin”. Looks like we’re all roughing it the same way, regardless where we came from. Of course, I’d be content with just my books right about now.

[Woah, meet Daria’s small and thin hands with short nails. Someone’s been biting them.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Oh, Daria, you just made Belle's whole entire day. Her face lights up like a whole chandelier.]

Troilus and Cressida! I enjoyed that one very much. I'm hopeful that if we're truly stuck here, we can at the very least find an adventure or two to go on.

[Book-wise, she means. Of course.]

[standingonmyneck]

[That hit a note, huh? Maybe a bigger smile creeped up on her face. People tend to make first impressions on her rather quickly, for the most part. There were some exceptions. But Daria prided herself on her caution toward meeting others. So far, Belle made a pretty good first impression. Not very many do. That meant quite a bit considering the touchy situation.]

As long as it's indoors.

[She knew what she meant, but she wanted to be cheeky.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

Oh, but what's nicer than reading outside in the shade?

[She's grinning; the joke didn't sail over her head, but she does delight in being argumentative at times.]

[standingonmyneck]

Inside in even more shade and the ability to hear your own thoughts.

[Belle may be grinning next to her very deadpan expression, but lord did she like being pretty petty. Two can play at this game.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

Touché. We'll have to agree to disagree on that point.

[Has she made a friend already? Is this friendship?

It...occurs to Belle that she's never really had a friend near her own age before.



Rip.]

[standingonmyneck]

I'll concede. Only because you're pretty darn obnoxious.

[Maybe it wasn't so fast for even Daria. She went through years being close to one person and one person alone, after one self esteem class. Then she made more friends. Then she found herself in Koriko. A strange magical place she didn't trust, and she trusted the people inside probably a lot less.

This was kind of the same way, in which she felt too uncomfortable and too cautious to function fast out of the gate. But that was also just her character. At least now she could look at a friendly face and try to not make the same mistakes and miss out on good company, at least, make an attempt.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle lets out a startled laugh, but far from sounding offended, she sounds...delighted?]

And you're very rude!

[This is exactly the kind of thing she thrives on: a good, witty repartée, vaguely insulting but only in a playful manner. Nothing seriously wounding. Really, the only person she'd ever spoken with like this is...her father.

Whom she misses terribly.

But that's fine. It's fine.]