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maskormenacelogs2020-10-02 12:22 am
- dabi | n/a,
- darth nox | n/a,
- david alleyne | prodigy,
- finn onaru | the dragonborn,
- jonathan sims | the archivist,
- katie 'pidge' holt | the green paladin,
- kurt | the reptilian,
- padmé amidala | senator,
- pepper potts | rescue,
- rude | n/a,
- rufus shinra | n/a,
- sephiroth | n/a,
- tina belcher | n/a,
- toshinori yagi | all might,
- wanda maximoff | scarlet witch,
- wen ning | ghost general,
- wolf | boneripper,
- ysanne isard | iceheart,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan
ARRIVAL CEREMONY: OCTOBER 2020
Blink and you find yourself in a beautiful, green Floridian forest, other people scattered throughout.
You may have come straight from the brink of destruction, but if you mention the other dimension or that you think you may be missing memories even once to the nearest native, they'll be just as confused as you. As far as they're concerned, all of this is perfectly normal, if exciting— it isn't every day they get to attend an arrival ceremony.
"What are you talking about? You mean, on vacation? The imPorts didn't go anywhere."
But at least this time, the setting is soothing, the event peaceful. Maybe you just need a drink and a moment to catch up and compare notes with your friends... or to catch a shuttle home from the nearby parking lot.
For those Porting in for the first time, the experience is less abstract — but just as bizarre. They wake in the comfortably dim light of the Porter room, laid out on an exam table. Wounds, if any, have been healed — and even those who died find themselves miraculously restored. As they regain consciousness, an automatic audio-visual presentation triggers. Regardless of backgrounds or physiology, all imPorts 'see' and 'hear' this message as if in their own language:
"Greetings, imPort." The voice is calm and gently authoritative, almost certainly selected by committee. "On behalf of all imPorts, we welcome you to the planet Earth."
A decidedly non-humanoid robotic arm holds out a palm-sized device and rather insistently demands the new arrival take it. This is the imPort's comm, used for accessing the Porter's database of information, as well as the communications network — though it won't receive signal until carried out into the world. You also get a dossier about your new abilities.
"You'll have access your housing designation after the Arrival Ceremony."
Arrival Ceremony? Arrival Ceremony. Even the most asocial new imPort nonetheless has little alternative. Everyone is provided with a glamorous outfit according to their size, which they may or may not choose to change into. Then they're directed to the hoverbus.
The hoverbus is a luxury autonomous vehicle. The seating is plush and arranged to encourage conversation between occupants, with high-quality liquor and disposable cups within reach. It doesn't depart the Porter Building until it senses that every imPort is inside. Once they're all safely seated, the doors lock and it glides smoothly through the air.
As the bus begins to move, the screen at the front comes to life, playing a short orientation video that answers some of the most pressing questions new imPorts might be asking. It advises seeking out veteran imPorts for further details.
Out the windows, throngs of people can be seen gathered just outside the gates of the military base. It might look like a protest at first, but it becomes obvious upon closer examination that they're jubilant, cheering and waving and holding up homemade signs scrawled with sentiments like WELCOME, HEROES! and WE LOVE YOU!
Paparazzi hang out of cars with their cameras pointed at the hoverbus as they tail it all the way to its destination. There's another crowd waiting when the hoverbus arrives, though the red carpet has been cleared to give the new arrivals a safe path into the building that's hosting the Arrival Ceremony. Better hurry inside! It doesn't seem like these fans can be held at bay for long.
This is Cape Canaveral's first annual Green Dawn, a pro-environment Arrival Ceremony for the imPorts and natives alike.
The planting of saplings takes place in a wide tract of recently reclaimed flatland. Wide wooden walkways and outdoor lamps you to range up to two miles away on foot. As you wander, deer and other fauna might come by, before skittering away if disturbed. It's both quiet and orchestrally alive with the sounds of wildlife and wind.
In the meantime, socializing, food and drink, and festivities take place at an airy, casual, rustically-furnished event space, standing ten stories tall to offer vantage of the surrounding nature. Smaller nooks afford privacy to smaller groups, such as couples— and some of you neurotic survivors going "What the actual Hell?" at the interdimensional chaos you just Ported in from.
Wine and cheese are the main items on the menu, as well as various vegan options.
You can plant any ecologically safe tree, but a flyer suggests an optional sentimental activity: use the Language of Flowers, representing someone or something important to you now.
You can also carefully carve a small message on the trunk, up to 10 characters long; for example, names or initials. Better not leave something embarrassing, or hope no one's watching...
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[For now, she'll keep to herself that this isn't her first time she was transplanted from one world to another; not that she thinks he would make that comment given their current situation, bu it would be a lot to get into right now. So instead she smiles and considers their saplings, and then looks around their immediate surroundings.]
I think there's enough light here. If these little ones are going to have a new home in this park, I think that this is as good a spot as any.
[She takes a few steps away, setting her hibiscus down to test how she likes it in this spot.]
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[ Majima hefted the little novelty shovel they'd handed to him, and started to dig. And dig, with the little tree set off to the side. Maybe he was thinking about something else, because he seemed almost lost to the task --
That really was getting a little too deep....... ]
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She smiles, and almost cups her cheek in her hand before remembering that it's covered in dirt.]
Excuse me, Majima-san... I think your tree might be happier with a shallower pit.