001; Arrival [Video]

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

[He sure in hell doesn't remember being here. Much less in a city this... ancient.]

Hey... Can anyone hear me? [The video feed clicks on, and appearing on the screen is a young boy. Seemingly around the age of 12.] Shion? chaos? Momo? Anyone?!

[He tries his hardest to compose himself. But then again, it's hard. Considering he was just about to get rid of the big boss back home.]

Where the hell am I...

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[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

[He's no where near home, is he. Sob.]

What's your name?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[Noone is: it's the horrible glue that holds everyone together, here! Among other things, anyway.]

Devola. And yourself?

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

The name's Jr.! Nice to meet cha, Devola.

[He looks much more optimistic. ... Even if he has no idea where the hell he's at.]

... So where are we anyway?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[Optimism is infectious -- to this one, at least.]

Charmed~ ...As for the location, lesse. Prospero, an island off of the United States of America, the planet Earth, the year 2011.

[A beat.] Sorry. Kinda gotten in the habit of including all that extra stuff. You wouldn't believe the types that wind up here.

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

[Tilting his head when she says "Earth". Looking a tad bit confused since he... has not heard of that planet. And he knows a lot of planets, dammit.]

Types? There are other people here?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not like it's just you and me here, after all. [A grin, though she seems to be mostly grins, so it's not too surprising.]

Yeah. A buncha people from a pretty various set of backgrounds, at that.

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

[Those grins are contagious. Luckily, her next comment stops him from grinning, and he just looks... surprised. Again.]

I see. [It sounds interesting enough, but. He's unsure about all of this, that's for sure.] How did we end up here anyway?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

That would be the big question, actually! We're... not really sure. Me, I'm tempted to just write it off as "magic" and worry about it a bit less.

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

Huh. Weird. [He sounds a bit sad. He had duties back home that he had to make sure to finish... ] Well since I'm stuck here... Anything I should know of about this place?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Mm... there's not too much out of the ordinary. Just try not to be wandering the streets at midnight, I guess? Things get... unusual. And dangerous.

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

Huh? Midnight?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Err, the middle of the night - literally, as far as measuring time goes.

As far as why is concerned? Man I hate sounding like a crazy. [Ahem] The long and the short of it is that monsters'll pop up around then.

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

You don't sound crazy at all. [Jr. smiles in reassurance at the older woman.] Back in my world, monsters are pretty common.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

It's the same for me to be honest. [There's slight shifting of her shoulders; a shrug.] Buuuuuuut, like I said. Everyone seems to come from a different kind of background.

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

[Taking note, he nods.] What kind of monsters are they?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Here? If they weren't actually dangerous, I'd say that they were an artist's work come to life and gone wrong. Lotsa shapes and sizes, all with a mask of some kind hidden away on their bodies.

[A beat, and she corrects herself.] The aforementioned artist would probably be one who's a pinch emotionally disturbed, as an aside.

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

Weird. Doesn't sound like any monsters I've seen back home. [Mask and hidden away bodies that show up during the night-time... Great.] Sounds kind of like a kid's nightmare, if you ask me.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[She laughs at that a little.] Yep, they really do. Or maybe a parent trying to scare their kid and keep them in line; stories of monsters that come out in the dead of night to scare kids who've stayed up past their bed-time!

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

[He's really getting to like this woman as an ally. He'll take note.] By the way. Anything else weird about the town I should know about? Seems like I'll be stuck here for awhile.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Mn... Just that time seems to stop for everyone but us, for an hour, when the monsters come out. Guess that ranks pretty high on the weird-o-meter.

Oh, and it's pretty easy and/or cheap to find a job or lodging, but I'm not sure you'll have to worry about that. [Not that she was trying to patronize Jr., but she'd seen younger-looking kids than he enlist in the guard corps. Jr. could be a similar go-getter, after all!]

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

[Ah. Right. He'd have to find a job, and a house eventually. Assuming...] Hey. Our money doesn't work here, does it?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Ah. I. Err. Wouldn't know.

[She mumbles the next part, seems someone's a pinch embarrassed.] I mighta forgotten my coinpurse before I was brought here.

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

[A few moments of silence, and Jr. laughs a bit at Devola.] How are ya making money?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Just a desk job. Well, for a given value of "desk", anyway. Library stuff.

[rodeospike.livejournal.com]

[PING!] There's a library here?