vatheon | Monthly Mingle Log

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Monthly Mingle Log

Another month has passed and it is time for another oppertunity to mingle. Knowing of the curse that haunts the foreigners, Station Master has taken extra care to plan this party and the preparations only during the daylight hours. Wouldn't want to cause a giant panic, right?

Today, the little tucked away part of the plaza has been livened up with a host of spooky decorations, black cats and witches, skeletons and tomb stones, they have all been placed amongst the food tables, allowing for a casual halloween-ish mood. There are also a lot of pumpkins there, freshly prepared especially for this feast.

The tables of food are back too, filled to the brim with pumpkin pies, pumpkin squash, pumpkin cups cakes, honestly, you can put a pumpkin in and it is there. There are also large bowls of candy, free for the taking.

Naturally the two booths are there again, the one belonging to the welcoming committee, for any new (or old) character with a burning question, and the one belonging to the host club. Who knows what theme they have this week. Only way to find out is to check it out!

Finally, part of the plaza has been set up to allow for the talent contest that was to be held here, organized by a few of the foreigners themselves. Maybe it is time to check it out and see if there are any cool talents on display? Or maybe you have your own talent to display. If so, feel free to visit the show.

As every month, an invitation had gone out to all the foreigners in the day leading up to the party, reminding them of the party, the date, the times, and this time, attached had been an invitation to come dressed up. They might not be able to celebrate Halloween during the evening hours, but maybe a slightly late Halloween party would lift the spirits anyway? Station Master has certainly joined in himself too. For a day, he has exchanged his trusty cap for the scariest thing he could possible think of: a familiar white nurse's cap. 2spooky.

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[It's a very strange sensation, to be in this place after what had just happened. To be sure, Lu-Shen had expected to be dead - disintegrated with wet damage until he was lost. The last thing he'd been prepared for was to wake up in a different server, where at least some of the residents seemed to be at least partially awakened.

Still, as much as he wanted to demand answers, to understand where he was and why he was still here, conscious, his Meta-Body intact, it's never safe to confront the unawakened about things they can't yet process.

So he moves, perhaps a touch awkwardly, glancing at the food and looking around with his eyes narrowed slightly, trying to work out on his own where he is, and where May-Yu is. She has to be here, after all. Perhaps, for the moment, with his recent realizations, the thought of losing her now is too much to stomach.]

You can grab some if you be hungry.

[That comes from a cheerful... something. Okay, the very colourful pterodactyl outfit gotta be a costume. It is Halloween after all. But even without that, this dude looks strange. Strange grey skin (where visible) wild curly hair, horns, fangs, some weird... clown face paint thing going down there. If there was a picture in the dictionary for the word 'odd' this would be it.

But... at least he sounds friendly enough?]

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[At first he only really hears the voice, kind of drawling and a little strange. He makes a humming sound in his throat and turns his head a little, catching sight of the...thing...that has spoken to him.

He can't help but start just slightly, eyes widening a tiny bit and mouth opening. A moment later his brain catches up, and he realizes - Halloween. It's a costume. He gives his head the smallest shake, and glances back toward the food.]

I'd rather understand where it is I am now.

This miracle hood's called Vatheon. Chillest motherfuckin' place to be at, so no worries.

[It's the best place to be at in Gamzee's opinion, but he knows he isn't entirely in line with other peeps all of the time.]

[He gives one small nod, then glances off toward the table of food again. He isn't hungry exactly, but some of it looks tempting. He's not had sweets in some time.

He lifts his chin and glances back up at this other...person.]

Is that so. [A pause, and his eyes narrow slightly, looking this strange person up and down.]

Everyone here comes from somewhere else?

[He scratches his neck in thought.]

Think so yeah. Least all the motherfuckers what I done got my spoke on at did.

[He tilts his head just a touch.]

Interesting. And are you...human?

Naw, troll.

[He smiles a little, before touching one horn.]

Thought these bros would all be giving a motherfuckers being what he is away.

Troll?

[That's something different entirely. He abruptly realizes that the horns and grey skin aren't part of the costume and takes a measured step back.]

I thought they were part of the costume, to be honest.

[He isn't attacking, and didn't seem likely too. Another glitch, perhaps?]

Huh? Oh, no, see.

[He reaches up to sweep the head piece of the costume off and yeah, those horns are firmly in place. He even gives on a little tug.]

All part of being the parcel what be this motherfucker.

[He watches, eyes narrowing just slightly and eyes locked on Gamzee's hand as he tugs at his horns a little.

Well. He certainly doesn't look like Sin or Abyss. Perhaps this place is home to more types of glitches than he first expected. Though even that is difficult to believe.]

May I ask...what is your name?

S'Gamzee. You? You were new, yeah?

[well, not like Gamzee would've necessarily remembered him if he hadn't been new, but it is nice enough to ask.]

[Ky's not the most enthused about a social gathering, but certainly he isn't opposed to greeting the newcomers. And with the current curse what it is, he'd rather not be alone with his own thoughts if it's at all possible. So for this week, beyond simply trying to stay busy he's trying to stay around people when he can, when his curse visions won't be apparent to them.

It's bad enough for him to be haunted by visions of the people he knows here dying, he doesn't want them to be affected by it as well.

This man looks uncomfortable, and Ky can understand that, so he makes his way over, nodding at him.]

Can I help you with any questions you must have about this place?

[He's definitely uncomfortable - his back is held too straight, he's postured just a bit too stiffly, and every slight movement speaks of awkwardness. There's something that feels different about this server. Everything is more intense, realistic, and he's seeing a lot more of the characters he doesn't usually need to see. It's almost unnerving.

He hesitates when a blond boy comes over to him, asking if he has any questions, and tries to work out a way to word what he wants to know without causing undue psychological damage to this person. After a moment, he speaks, his voice carefully articulated.]

I read that we come here from different worlds. What does that mean, exactly?

[ Ky nods, all serious and casually charismatic. This is certainly a topic he feels he can explain, as much as anyone can. ]

It means that not all of us are from Earth -- if you even are. Some of us are, but even then vastly different things have happened for some of us, and we come from different points in time.

It's a little confusing, but think of the bubble here as a place we've been drawn from a number of different potential realities. Only not potential, because obviously my reality is, well, real, and I'd imagine yours is too.

If that makes any sense at all.

[He watches, green eyes locked on this boy's face, expression serious, trying to translate what this boy says to what he knows personally.

When Ky mentions all the people here, his eyes flick up, narrowing slightly. So they're not background characters, but other Meta-Bodies. He makes a soft 'mm' sound in his throat, attention turning back to Ky's face.

The entire situation really does sound like being taken from one server to another - but how could such a thing happen without causing a ridiculous amount of psychological and possible dry damage? He pins a sharp look at Ky's face.]

It makes some sense, in a manner of speaking. [He furrows his brows and brings his hand up to his face, fingers pressing against his mouth.] Do you have any idea how this transfer happened?

[Ky isn't quite sure that he can follow, but he tries. This isn't his strong suit, but no one really understands the specifics of this place anyway.]

I'm afraid not. Nor do I know of any way to return beyond waiting and hoping.

[For some people that seemed to happen sooner than others, but then some people seemed to want to be here. Ky wasn't sure of much beyond the fact that he has a duty back on his own world that he should be spending his time on.]

[His brow furrows a bit more, and he looks away, to the side, his fingers closing into fists. He knows he should have been dead from what he just went through, both him and May-Yu. But he isn't. He's in a place with other semi-awakened Meta-Bodies who have no way out.

Perhaps some form of storage? It can't be. He knows what happens to damaged but not destroyed Meta-Bodies. It isn't like this. It's like Arque, or Kaminagi. Waiting to die. Surviving in small spaces.

He shifts slightly, and looks back to the boy in front of him. He has a sort of familiar natural draw, attractive and helpful. Lu-Shen pushes the thought aside.]

May I ask where it is that you came from?

Earth. France.

[Ky almost supplies the town name, but it's not really important, is it? He hasn't been back in eight years beyond periodic visits to his parent's grave, and he might have been from there originally but not most recently. France itself is a...disintegrating entity in his own time, anyway, and he doesn't know how much longer it will be a political entity on its own.]

But when turns into an important question here, along with everything else...

I'm from the year 2181.

[The France server, where Chris and Arque came from, mercenaries without a home because that home has been gone for quite some time. Yes, he remembers the destruction of the France server, and remembers the communications about the efforts to salvage any Meta-Bodies they could, any consciousness, to save people. He remembers it as one of the many, many blows that ate away at the core of what makes him human.

A soft exhalation.

What is someone from France doing here? Particularly from that year? It has to be a glitch, something...something is extremely wrong here.

And his eyes narrow slightly.]

How long have you been here?

[Ky isn't entirely sure, but that seems to be an emotional reaction, of the kind that he can't really understand.

What of the things Ky said elicited it?

He doesn't know, but he copes with a little extra earnestness, somewhere between charm and naïvité.]

Under a year, but not by a lot.

I arrived here in January, and it's November here, now.

[There's no way. It's been longer than a year, surely, and if this boy standing here right now was salvaged from the France server, what has happened to change his perception of time to that extent?

The concept of the Gards-Orm being able to alter the very memories of people, the very things that made their consciousness unique, what was left of their individuality...it made the back of his neck prickle.

Understanding it is difficult, and his brows furrow a bit more. He moves, abruptly, pacing just a bit, back and forth, glancing up at the boy again. There's something almost soothing about his air.]

Hm. I apologize, this is all a little strange to me. May I ask your name? I'm Lu-Shen.

I understand. Please, take however much time as you need to process it.

I'm Ky. Kiske.

[Ky smiles, offering out his hand to him to shake.]

[After so many years of being in Celebrant, where they're working together, day after day, and where they care, but are worn down from destruction and death, too grim to smile at each other like that, except those beams of sunshine from Maihama...

Something about it makes his heart jump just slightly. A relief. He allows a small smile in return.]

It's good to meet you, Ky Kiske.

[When Ky holds his hand out, Lu-Shen reaches out to take it, his fingers curling against Ky's. There's something different about the sensation. A solidity. He can't identify what, exactly, it is that feels different about it, but there's something.

Green eyes jump up to Ky's face, and he pulls his hand back after a quick shake, his heart in his throat.]

Tell me more about where you came from?

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