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[daddyscythe]

Characters: OPEN to new arrivals and NPCS.
Where: En route to Casualty Communal
Rating: Gen
Time: August 16, Afternoon
Description: New arrivals, new arrivals! Have a Shibusen-style welcome full of weird people.


Between the carnival arriving the day before and the latest influx of things to do, Spirit had almost forgotten that today was another BREW-brings-people-to-Shibusen-against-their-will day. If he hadn't realized that so many of the faculty members and Death the Kid were preparing for it, he might have forgotten entirely, such was his excitement to take his daughter (ask her, anyway) to the carnival.

As such, Spirit was there with the rest of the Shibusen staff and students to welcome the new guests as they started spilling out of the chamber.

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[ KISHIN CHAMBER | IMMEDIATE ARRIVAL ]

[daddyscythe]

The first order of business was, of course, to hand over the communicators to the guests from a large box beside him. The communicator came with a manual and some other accessories.

"These should help you get in touch with the other guests and Shibusen," he said with a smile. "We're sorry about dragging you into this business... We really don't mean to! But I promise we're doing our best to figure out how to send all of you back to your homes!"

[der-geliebte.livejournal.com]

[Seimei accepts the communicator, but not without first retrieving a handkerchief, wiping it off as he maintained eye contact with Spirit.]

And how should I be certain that this place isn't an elaborate illusion?

[needs-no-wand.livejournal.com]

[Constance was in a bit of shock at that lump of information. But you know, shock has passed and now she's angry. The look she gives Spirit could make steel melt out of sheer self-conscious shame.]

[aeterna-fidelis.livejournal.com]

[ She takes the communicator without a word, merely turning it over in hands as she listens to the man's explanation. He sounded apologetic enough, and there was nothing to do except make the best of the situation. ]

Am I the only one from my...world who is here? [ She pushes back her hair and tries to adjust the collar of coat, grimacing at the dried blood there. It looked as if during the...whatever it was, she was the only one to end up in this place. ]

[farurosu.livejournal.com]

[ He'll just take that communicator with a big smile. ] Excuse me, but are you really trying to figure out such a thing? [ In an almost, 'don't you have other things to worry about?' sort of way. But he's smiling real big and holding that communicator to him. ]

[trashcancrash.livejournal.com]

... ... ...

Huh.

[holy-prankster.livejournal.com]

"Oh there's no need to apologise. How often does one get the opportunity to explore new lands, hmm~?" Sohki cheerfully said as Spirit came over to offer him a communicator. It was only when the box was held in front of him that the kirin finally opened his eyes. Dull blue orbs regarded their lovely tour guide before he shifted the small jar to one hand and reached out with the other to take one of the devices.

[middayitaly.livejournal.com]

Romano was still in the midst of... well, panicking. It was disorienting enough to wake up in an unknown dark room with no way out, then to be told that he was practically kidnapped for some psycho war... Yeah, he'd had enough of wars after 1945, thank you very much.

"W-Wait a damn second!", he shouted, eyes darting around at his surroundings, then stilling to give a suspicious glare at the communicator. Shaking his head in slight disbelief, he uttered, "This can't even be fucking possible! I'm a nation, y'can't just pull me from my people like that!!" Seriously, claims about this fiasco being an accident weren't going to cut it. The fuckers.

[untilitburns.livejournal.com]

Dark chambers. Mysterious men holding strange devices. Really there was only one response that Spitfire could give in this situation.

"Haha, thank you for your efforts then." The smile Spitfire had on his lips was an all too calm one, considering the circumstances at hand, which might have been worrying for those who knew the man. He didn't seem to show any signs of disbelief or panic either as he took the communicator, giving it a brief glance over before sliding the object into his pocket.

He'd been expecting things to be much worse, after all.

[tideofmemories.livejournal.com]

Keeping her hood up to cover her face, Xion tilted her head up at Spirit when he came over with the communicator. She didn't open it, but looked down to stare at its outer case in her fingers. She had questions, but experience told her to stay quiet in these types of situations.

Lowering her hands and looking back up at Spirit, she kept her expression blank, or what could have been seen of it thank to the hood. Maybe if she kept quiet she could do some recon later to figure out just what happened to her.

[alittleflame.livejournal.com]

[Tsuna looks at the communicator. And had made himself believe that it must be Reborn's doing. All this is too much for him. Especially when it was right before a huge battle back home.

He looked dazed for a bit before saying]

Ah! T-thank you.

[Then he has a feeling of insecurity and it shows on his face.]

[deadshallspeak.livejournal.com]

Naomi took a moment to compose herself. She didn't like the situation (CIFM would notice her missing, the FBI might get suspicious, and what would happen to Alyssa?) but worrying excessively wasn't going to help. Finding out more would.

"If there's no way to go back ourselves, is there any way to at least send a message? Do you know how we got here in the first place?" she asked as she took the offered communicator. She took a glance at it. Interesting. "I don't care what it takes, but I'd like to do whatever I can to alert some colleagues back home." Of course, they might not believe her; Naomi could still scarcely believe it herself. She'd seen some strange things in the past years, but nothing of this caliber before. Any message would have to be carefully worded in order to sound remotely plausible.

She wouldn't panic. Naomi didn't know what kind of efforts they were putting into finding a way to return her and the rest of all these people, but no matter what learning more was the best way to get through this. Anger and frustration could wait until it was truly deserved. If the people here were speaking the truth, they were as much victims of their current situation as much as everybody else here.

[obscurasenses.livejournal.com]

It was like coming back from the dead.

One minute she was chasing after Mafuyu, following him down the corridor past the rope shrine, knowing that she was moving towards entering the sleep coma like the others, and eventually be spirited away.

Then- she was here. Miku woke up in a dark room, and then the recording, and now she was being handed a communicator- was it? This was all very strange, and the technology looked odd to her and she figured that maybe she could figure it out later when she had a moment. For now, though, Miku was really wanting to find out more about this- world she was in. It certainly didn't look like Japan, and it definitely did not look like the Manor of Sleep, or Himura Mansion.

"Ah- excuse me, but this- isn't a dream, is it?" Some may consider it a stupid question, but with the things that Miku has seen and been through, it was a viable option to her.

[whenurahammer.livejournal.com]

Shin took his communicator from Spirit and gave it an appraising look. Nice style, at least.

He'd kept pretty quiet, all things considered but he wanted to figure out what was going on and then on top of that he was pretty irritated with the entire situation.

So he chose to keep to the back of the group, his mask more or less obscuring his expression as he kept shooting glances over at Noi to see what she was making of all this.

He was still aggravated he didn't have his hammer.

[ofshroudingred.livejournal.com]

Itachi silently retrieved the communicator and stared at it for a moment. He really had no comment on this whole affair, considering he should be dead. Maybe he was dead and this was some bizarre afterlife?

No, he didn't believe in that stuff.

[angeliquerebel]

This wasn't just a little bit surreal for Rinoa and the gods knew she had been through a lot of surreal stuff. From getting in the middle to a sorceress assassination plot to monsters falling from the moon yet this felt just a little hard to believe, but well she was going to roll with it if it was necessary though part of her mind was thinking this was Time Compression gone wrong.

Mutely she accepted the communicator device and stared at it for a bit, it looked kind of like a mini version of the computers they had in her world and she figured it wouldn't take her that much to figure out how it worked. She took a deep breath and shook her head. "I suppose I'm going to be stuck here for awhile, right?"

[histrionicflair.livejournal.com]

Franziska took the device and studied it for a while. Seemed simple enough. As for her problem, well, that was easy to solve too.

"You can start by buying an airplane ticket to the Principality of Cohdopia," she said. "The earliest flight possible. First class."

[huntsprincesses.livejournal.com]

Lui was not interested in neither the communicator nor whatever came along with it. And really, he stared at it for a while, stared at this . . . man who was handing it over to him. Then lifted an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest.

"My servant," he said flatly. "You seemed to have forgotten to drag him along."

There was no way in hell he'd carry anything anyway. Not in this weird world. Not in any world.

[mewandimproved.livejournal.com]

Mewtwo didn't take the communicator. Instead, he glared at the man in front of him, sizing him up. Spirit didn't look particularly strong--he was just a human after all. Mewtwo was sure he could beat him in a fight, even without his--his mind shied away from the thought. His powers couldn't be missing. It was impossible, and not even the way that nothing he tried had any effect would change his conviction. He needed to have that power. It was part of him.

His tail lashed angrily behind him and Mewtwo's eyes narrowed a little more. He couldn't afford to show his weakness to these people.

[ AROUND SHIBUSEN ]

[daddyscythe]

Given the size of the organization, Shibusen's headquarters also proved massive, with a full-sized library, several dozen classrooms and a large clinic to support its staff of trained meisters and weapons, and more importantly, its students.

"Shibusen is an organization and a school that trains meisters and weapons, as was mentioned when you were still in the chamber," Spirit started, walking in front of the crowd as he led them through the many hallways of the place. "We'll be conducting classes here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, 10:30 in the morning, to make sure that you guys know what these terms are all about, how this world works, and other things."

He led them to a very large, ornate, and symmetrical door with the sign DEATH THE KID on it. "This is Death the Kid's room. He's the current Shinigami, replacing his father."

[Link goes to the thread. Meet DtK in person!]

[middayitaly.livejournal.com]

At the mention of class, Romano froze. After a pause, he deadpanned, "Class? We... have to go to school here?"

As probably anyone could guess... he wasn't really the most stellar of students. The only schooling that he could remember was those Spanish lessons he got from Spain in his childhood, and the only phrase that had actually stuck was "Dame un beso." Yeah, school wasn't a very compelling idea for him.

[ OUTSIDE SHIBUSEN ]

[daddyscythe]

Spirit led the entire group outside, where they were greeted by their first sight of Shibusen's exterior and the rest of Death City. Since Shibusen sat on top of and in the middle of the city, it did offer quite a view!

"Death City is probably very different from the world you're used to, especially when it comes to technology and, uh, decor." Apparently, death wasn't a prevailing theme in other worlds? How strange. Still, Spirit wasn't one to diss another culture. There WAS one thing he should mention, though, regarding that giant flying thing over the city.

"That one, though! It's a carnival that comes here once a year! You're just in time to catch it on its second day. After tomorrow, it'll be another year before we see it again. Your communicators should serve as an entry pass to the carnival, which entitles you to free food, rides, and other events." Oh, yeah, the certificate. "We'll give you some gift certificates to spend later."

He only gestured to himself and the rest of the people with them. "If you have questions for us, just contact us via our inboxes, found in your communicator."

Re: [ OUTSIDE SHIBUSEN ]

[candleinastorm.livejournal.com]

"Wait, hold on." Kazu'd been mostly quiet until this point, accepting everything given and told to him without much fuss mostly because he was too freaked out to do anything else. But even though Kazu had a greater capacity for processing insanity then most, he still had a breaking point, and he had just reached it. "Why are there giant candles. How do you keep wax from falling on people's heads? What happens when they burn down!" His voice, almost breathless at first, seemed to rise to faint, panicked squeak as he continued, like the physical and logical impossibility of those giant candles was a hundred times more alarming than being pulled into another dimension.

[ AROUND DEATH CITY ]

[daddyscythe]

It wasn't long before Spirit was leading the entire group down Death City's roads. He stopped in the middle of the plaza some ways off Shibusen and held up his own communicator, well-worn and a sparkly black.

"If you look at your communicator, it shows a map of the city and where you are. If you look to your right, there is the Holocaust mall, and a line of other stores that you might find useful during your stay here." He grinned at that, and pointed at some wanted signs. "We're paying for your basic necessities, but if you want to earn extra, we have some deals with the stores here so you guys can apply for jobs, too."

a-am i even allowed to comment to this many threads fdlkajfkdsf;;;

[middayitaly.livejournal.com]

Romano was attempting to be patient during this entire tour, but being led around and having to walk a lot and seeing such a foreign and strange place that he would have to live in was doing anything but wonders for his mood. And his energy.

"Dammit," he muttered, idly gazing around at his surroundings, "if they don't have any fucking quality coffee 'round here, I swear..."

With an impatient sigh, Romano asked, "What kinda jobs are we talking 'bout here?" While he really did not like working and putting effort into anything whatsoever, it couldn't hurt to know. After all, the term basic necessities sounded anything but promising. After all, they gave you basic necessities at prison camps, but it didn't mean they were anything sufficient.

[ CASUALTY COMMUNAL ]

[daddyscythe]

Not long after leaving the plaza, the entire group found themselves in front of the Casualty Communal. A small, one-floor building could be seen a little off ways from it. Spirit pointed to that first.

"That's another clinic for the guests. It's newly constructed and managed by the guests themselves. As for Casualty Communal itself -- staying here is for free! There's a common room and lounge on the first floor, and the rooms themselves are pretty nice. However, if you find a partner of your own, you can move to Death City Heights. The rooms there are really awesome!"

He led them to the front desk, urging them to line up to get their keys. "Just register and you're done. If you have questions, I'm just here to answer them!" The Communal was getting quite crowded, though. Hopefully, the other dorms would be finished soon.

[der-geliebte.livejournal.com]

[After waiting patiently through the tour, Seimei decides that he has some questions to be answered. Careful to control his expression, of course, he asks what he wants to know.]

I have a number of questions.

First and foremost... is there enough room in a communal room for two people, should my younger brother appear?

Second, you mentioned Meisters and Weapons. When you register, are your souls bound together through contract?

[ SOUL PERCEPTION | CASUALTY COMMUNAL ]

[fearless-tech.livejournal.com]

Waiting for everyone to come inside, Maka watched as the building became more and more crowded. There seemed to be a lot of people coming to Death City this time, which meant there would be a lot of people wondering whether they were a Meister or a Weapon.

Maka took a step forward and cleared her throat, trying to get everyone's attention before she spoke. "Welcome to Death City, everyone. My name is Maka Albarn, a Scythe Meister from Shibusen," she started, pausing to make sure she was being heard. "Since everyone has now gotten a chance to look around some and has been filled in what exactly is going on, I know a lot of you are probably wondering whether you're a Meister or a Weapon.

I have an ability that's known as Soul Perception. It lets me sense and view the souls of people around me - which in turn lets me see who's a Weapon and who's a Meister. I'll be around to answer any questions related to this, so please feel free to come ask me, and I'll be glad to tell you! Thank you."

[farurosu.livejournal.com]

[ And almost immediately is his attention caught by this. ] Soul Perception? Then, do please let me know what I am. [ As he is most curious to find out. ]

[ DEATH THE KID'S OFFICE ]

[thedeathjr.livejournal.com]

When the guests entered, Kid, dressed in Shinigami regalia, was there to greet them. Pushing his mask up, he offered the guests a slight smile with an incline of his head. "I'd like to welcome all of you to Death City and Shibusen specifically. I'm Death the Kid, currently filling my father's position as Shinigami. Once more I'd like to stress that while we request you attend class for your safety, helping us in this war is completely up to you."

Clearing his throat, he pointed at a large, full length mirror. "This is the primary means of contacting me. As the head of Shibusen I'm busy a lot, but mostly with boring stuff like paperwork." He smiled wryly, before becoming serious again. "...did I remember to fold the end of the toilet paper this morning? ...Liz? Patti?"

And then he suddenly seemed to get a little panicky. "Seriously, did I remember? What is I forgot a pillow on my bed?"

[der-geliebte.livejournal.com]

[Seimei can only grin, highly amused. He recognizes such behavior.]

Didn't quite make sure that all of your things are in perfect order?