[ semi-closed] they just keep trickling in

[soul_mods]

Characters: New guests and their volunteer helpers
Location: Around Shibusen
Rating: G
Time: April 19-20
Description: Another small BREW hiccup results in another "round" of unexpected newcomers into the city.

Just like last time, a very small group of individuals has appeared within Death City, and just like last time, no one even knew about it. Fortunately things have been relatively calm these past few days and it's an especially warm day today, so at least any impromptu help and touring should go smoothly.

[ooc: Just like last time, this is a consolidated log for the volunteer intro buddy system. Either the new character or the volunteer can start the thread. For each thread, indicate the character names in the subject line. Whether or not another character is pulled in is up to the players, BUT the threads are closed to the initial partnered characters (hence the "semi-closed" label.

The new characters are also free to start a thread with one another if they so wish.]

Comments

[snowman]

And what is BREW? [he wants to keep questioning along those lines, but suddenly she's looking at his bare feet like it's strange and he shuffles from one foot to the other self-consciously.]

I've never worn shoes, alright? It wasn't ever really a problem until now. [well, maybe back when he was human, but back then it was more of an issue of being too poor to afford them.] And I don't have anything on under this sweatshirt, so unless you really want me to just start stripping right here...

[bloodinbloom]

BREW is... it's this small device thing that grants wishes. All the Guests are part of fulfilling this wish for help ending the war or something like that. Shibusen wasn't expecting it to be like this.

Oh... [She nods, but then turns pink] No, keep your clothes on...! Though, what size do you wear? I could get you a pair of shoes and a shirt and bring them back tonight.

[snowman]

Uh, size? [implying he's ever been sized for shoes before.] I dunno, foot-sized? And you're gonna have to expand on that whole BREW thing a bit more. I mean, what, you're saying I'm stuck in the middle of the desert without my staff because someone wished for it?

[if someone seriously wished for that, then he seriously wishes they'd have a nasty run-in with some nightmares.]

[bloodinbloom]

[Rosalia stares, but then places her foot besides his to get an estimate. With her moccasin sandals, it's easier. Yeah, definitely bigger than hers, but she thinks she can figure it out.]

BREW's like this big... [She holds up her hands to shape out something around the size of a rubix cube] ... and yeah. That's about right, but you're not the only one. Kid made the wish and he did it at a really desperate moment so he couldn't specify it.

[snowman]

[he leans away a little, physical interactions still kind of unfamiliar, but he lets he get her estimate, glancing away out the window.]

So all the others are here too? And what about my staff? I don't get what this Kid guy expects me to do if that's missing...

Wow, notifs aren't working

[bloodinbloom]

[She stands straight, fixing her dress]

Hm... Maybe it's your Weapon form. We didn't resonate normally, but you didn't reject me so I think you might be one.

i haven't been having an issue...

[snowman]

[weapon form? what's she...?

oh. wait.]

I don't...turn into a staff, if that's what you're suggesting.

Maybe it's just my email client then

[bloodinbloom]

No, well, yes, before you came here you didn't, but you might now. We can't really know that unless you have your Soul checked.

that is a possibility!

[snowman]

My soul? It's just Nevada. I've been here before, and it didn't make me spontaneously turn into a piece of wood.

[to be fair, he generally only visited the rockies and lake tahoe and such, so maybe there's just something weird about the desert.]

Yeah, I think it's just Yahoo!

[bloodinbloom]

[She tilts her head an taps her cheek]

This... will sound a little weird too, but this isn't exactly your world.

[snowman]

...What? I mean, I get it, it's the desert, I'm a little out of my element here, but...

[bloodinbloom]

There are Death Gods in this world and Witches with animal familiars. Also, the Kishin eggs and Madness Wavelength... People brought here can't use their powers from home and become Meisters and Weapons instead. It's nothing like home...

[snowman]

Stop.

[he frowns and shakes his head, raising his arms in that universal gesture for "seriously stop right now".]

What does any of this have to do with me? You can't really just take away all my powers and expect me to be helpful in some war. Besides, isn't war kind of an "adult" problem? This isn't exactly my jurisdiction.

[bloodinbloom]

You don't have to help fight. I mainly work at the clinic...

[She taps her feet nervously] And... adults aren't the ones really fighting it. I'm not really the best one to explain this.

[snowman]

[wow, if there was ever a statement to instantly rile him up...]

You're not having kids fight in some war.

[bloodinbloom]

It's a decision made by each Guest. I don't actually know anyone from here that's a kid fighting... Most of us are teenagers.

[Though, now she has to think. What is the age of the youngest Guest?]

[snowman]

That's still way too young! I mean, come on, plenty of kids play at being superheroes and fighting bad guys and stuff, but that doesn't mean you let them do it! We're supposed to be protecting them!

[and yeah, maybe it's still a little raw a wound that he'd had to let jamie and his friends help them against pitch, even if they had all that belief and wonder and whatnot keeping them safe. even if they can do something and they want to, it doesn't mean he's ever gonna be okay with the idea of putting them in harm's way.]

[bloodinbloom]

'We're'--? I'm still not Mother Nature...

[She sighs, shaking her head] Fighting and working at the clinic are the only ways I can help. Those Kishin eggs attack innocent people and eat their souls!

[snowman]

I... I mean adults in general, okay? [he totally counts as an adult.] If you wanna help them, fine, but why don't they just send the kids back? And they can just send me back too, 'cause I have a job to do now, and it's got nothing to do with this place or this Kid guy or his Witches or whatever!

[bloodinbloom]

Because they can't fight!

[She doesn't think she counts as an adult. And he doesn't look like an adult to her]

BREW doesn't work like that. It might send you back and it might not. Where ever it brought you from, it will send you back to that exact point. It will do this all randomly until the War's over and I don't want to go home...!

[snowman]

[hey, he's 318, that's more than adult. and the whole guardian title has to count for something too.]

Look, you can do whatever you want. Stay and help, or go home, or whatever. But they can't just grab whoever they want and keep them here.

[it kind of feels like he's upsetting her, though, and now he feels like the bad guy. so he just sighs and pulls his hood up, turning back to face the window like it'll make the sun go down any faster.]

...You said I wasn't the only one, right? That the others would have been brought here too? So where are they? [maybe one of them could make sense of all this.]

[bloodinbloom]

[Ugh, she's just frustrated and frazzled and why did BREW bring new people without warning them again? Rosalia takes a breath and fiddles with her ribbon, feeling guilty when he pulls his hood up]

I know. It's wrong, but there's really nothing to do about it. And I'm really sorry about yelling. I shouldn't do that with new people, but I've never helped anyone that just arrived. It's a bit overwhelming.

[At least he's still talking to her]

The other Guests are around the City, most of them staying in Casualty Communal unless they have a partner because then they're in Death City Heights. Creeping Crypts is currently housing refugees.

[snowman]

...It's not your fault, okay?

[he doesn't turn back to her, but a bit of the tension seems to ease out of his shoulders.]

So is that the place you were planning on bringing me to before?

[bloodinbloom]

... Well, it is a little.

[Still, no more pout party]

Mhm! You'll be given a communicator so you can speak to the other Guests once we get there and a room to stay in. Ah! I still have to get those shoes for you so you can walk there! Or, now that I think about it, do you want sandals instead?

[snowman]

[he looks down at his feet at the suggestion, flexing his toes and grimacing at the very idea of them being smothered in a pair of shoes.]

Yeah, sandals might be a better idea. Thanks.