JUNE-JULY MINGLE.

[lasteden]

THE STARS, THEY GLITTER ABOVE. WHO. Everyone. WHERE. Inside the White Moon. WHEN. July 1 - 15. WHAT. The first wave of foreigners arrive. WARNINGS. None for now. A DREAM, OF A SOUL AWAKE. You are asleep. Perhaps you had slumbered in your own bed, in a forest, in darkness - as of now, you are dreaming. The dreamscape ripples, resolves into a vision of a foreign land, and then a world of pure white. A voice. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ʜᴇʟᴘ. There is the sensation of rising through deep water, regaining consciousness, and then you find yourself in a room of white marble. Sunlight filters in from a skylight. You see others around you, equally confused. Your items may be set on the floor around you, or you could have arrived bare-handed - whatever it is, you should get your bearings quickly, because the door at the other end of the hall will open in about two minutes. A woman strides in, her emerald eyes sharp but not unfriendly. She is unarmed, a short dusky shawl draped over wood-hued clothing. Regardless of where you come from, you can understand what she's saying. Her voice is businesslike, any hint of annoyance kept out. "Your attention, please. I expect you will have questions for us, and we will try our best to answer them. Before that - we have no idea how you got here, neither can we return you back where you came from. You are on board the White Moon. We will extend to you our hospitality as long as you cooperate." It seems like you will have to do what she says if you want any answers. TO THE STARS, WE ENTRUST OUR DIRECTION. You will not be allowed to leave the Sanctum until you have chosen your allegiance - to one of the four nations aboard this ark. Once you have signed your name, one of the attendants will usher you out into the light of a new world. As promised, the keys to your residence are in your hands. You are free to go and do as you please, as long as you obey the rules that govern this land. Look up - the sky is not blue, but rather a ceiling of peaks looming above the clouds. And the Sun is no longer the soft orb that you may be familiar with. It shines overhead, an incandescent crystal of white. It will dim at dusk, leaving a night sky without stars. Should you turn back to face the Sanctum's doors, you will see someone else in the doorway. A youth with white hair and dressed in grey, oddly familiar. You blink, and he's gone. Maybe he was never there at all. ADMIN. Welcome to Last Eden's first monthly mingle! It is intended as a catch-all for threads that are not put in log posts. Please direct any questions about this log to the OOC post here. Feel free to post toplevels for the month and tag around to each other. For this month only, most of the faction leaders will be available to interact with upon arrival. To thread with them, tag in to the NPC toplevel and mention who you would wish to thread with. If you wish to have your character meet them later on in the month, please submit this to either the interaction turn-in on the OOC post, or contact the mods to arrange it.

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[psychokinesia]

[Add is still looking through the data his dynamos have collected, tapping at a floating translucent screen being projected close to his face. One of his six small drones is positioned into being an armrest, with two more supporting his back and the other four assigned to simply hovering nearby for now. But his technology aside, he does actually look a little banged up—there are a few rips and dents in his clothing, some singe marks, a couple shallow cuts caked with dried blood. Nothing too serious, but it's obvious he just got out of a battle.

So, it makes sense for someone to ask him if he's okay, probably. But he still stares at the extended hand like it's offended him somehow before pushing his holoscreen aside, glaring up at the nosy stranger.]

I'm fine, mind your own business. Can't you see I'm busy here?

[rota]

[Wow, touchy much?

If a person is going to be that rude, then Naoto isn't even going to bother trying to make conversation-- she knows better than to attempt because she doubts people like that make for good contacts.]

Very well then. I'll leave you be. [See? She can take a hint. And now she's already turning around to look for someone else who actually needs the help.]