Intro Post

[shitstorm_eve]

Welcome to Carlyle... Waking Up It's happening again. All around town. Maybe it's in the cereal aisle of the general store while no mothers with squalling children are traversing it. Maybe it's in the middle of the town's lonely graveyard, full of hundred-year-old graves in the middle of the night. Maybe in the local city hall restroom, eyes opening to a gaze-full of toilet paper, or in the town's settler museum full of wagon wheels and old farming paraphernalia. There are still a few government workers milling around since the first influx. People in bland suits of various shades of grays and browns, nothing particularly impressive, but if they approach someone who doesn't seem to belong they'll bring them through the intake process. Though there's a chance that, instead, they'll meet a kindly marshall. Average middle-class white guy, a tall Midwesterner with some scruff and a formal uniform and a stocky build. He will discretely move them through if it's needed, make sure they have an ID and paperwork and phone and some concealing clothes if they have the body type that works for it. If they look special or like someone the government might want, he'll try to keep things on the down-low for them. Better than to lose people again. Getting Familiarized When investigating the town, they'll find it with trace damage from the night before. Someone is replacing a door that has ax-marks in it. Another is rebuilding a fence, a crashed car ready to be towed away. And yet another person is filing an insurance claim with his agent, his shed completely burned down and the air closeby filled with the scent of settled smoke. Most of the residents of Carlyle are friendly. If you stop and ask for directions, they'll give them. It's also a time of year in which there are lots of outsiders, on top of current events. Unfortunately, if anyone's dressed in an entirely unfamiliar way, someone might over-react. They may excitedly run to get one of the agents, or they might scream about it happening again, or they might be absolutely delighted and want pictures so they can go viral on FaceBook. There's a cafe in town where there's are a slew of reporters, talking about post-Vesanalia clean-up and the lost arrivals. At first, someone who wanders in might be mistaken for another reporter, there to order coffee or jam microphones at the management outside. But someone might be smart. A towns-person might notice something off, a familiarity in their gaze, or might hear them say something suspicious. The next thing they know, those reporters are turning their microphones towards the newcomer. Settling In Someone might need somewhere to sleep. Well, there's a nice little hotel where it's free. There's probably government surveillance if you care about that sort of thing. Otherwise, your rest will go undisturbed and have the average conveniences of a mediocre bed, a Febreeze smelling duvet, a somewhat new TV, and bathroom with a tile pattern installed in the 80s. One could try a barn, but there's a chance they'll be run out by an angry man in honest to god overalls and an unironic cowboy hat with a pitchfork. They could also try to sleep in a vehicle. Let's just hope the owner doesn't come checking before morning.

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[perfectlychill]

Snart saunters down the sidewalk along main street, looking unremarkable in his dark jeans and jacket.

"Looks like this town had quite the party last night." Probably the first time a place like this has had something resembling a nightlife for the last five years. He hates small towns.

As a pedestrian passes by, he brushes shoulders against them and relieves them of their wallet. Gotta keep in practice, plus money's kind of short right now. He didn't think he'd be needing funds any time soon when he was blowing up the Oculus. Just his luck to end up in Smalltown USA without cash. Still, it's better than being dead.

[slowburn]

The last thing Mick remembers is having been on the beach. That's it. Stretches of clean surf and warm sand and good drinks and then out like a light. Just faded to sleep in the noon-day sun.

The place where he's laying is far more uncomfortable. It's cold as fuck concrete ground and of all the damn things he's still wearing his ridiculous beach clothes, modest for a man who doesn't want to show off his scars but obviously something not meant for late February weather. And he's fully unconscious, cheek smushed into the hard ground, laying limp in an alley between two small-town stores.

The first person that sees him is a little girl, a tomboy in a baseball jersey who runs to get another couple of her friends. Their first adventure in finding a newbie, and by god, they're going to safely rouse him by poking him with sticks.

Connor | Detroit: Become Human

[plasticasshole]

Waking Up

[Connor opens his eyes and sits bolt upright immediately, extremely concerned. Waking up is something he only does if he shuts down to begin with, and he doesn't remember doing that. He gets to his feet quickly and looks around. He seems to be in a park, empty for the moment, and he came to on the roundabout. He hops off it and dusts himself off, fixes his tie, and calls out.]

Hank?

[Nothing... is he on his own? Where is he, anyway?]

Hello? Is anyone there?


Getting Familiarised

[He's busy scanning the town after coming to the conclusion that he's no longer in Detroit. He reconstructs disturbing scenes of violence, and wonders why it happened. It seems peaceful enough here now, at least.

He approaches the nearest person, deciding to ask.]

Excuse me, but do you know what happened here?

Waking Up

[sociallychallenged]

[Hank is down for the fucking count. Like a limp sack of sand on the ground, dead drunk in appearance though if someone were to smell his breath they'd find him clean as a whistle (sort of, okay not really but not drunk enough to pass out). He's at the edge of that park, unconscious, and there's a stray dog tentatively approaching him and sniffing his shoe.]

[The moment it sees Connor, it takes its wiry legs and flees off into the brush, but Hank doesn't stir. Doesn't move or react in any way. Not even sleepy, clumsy muttering coming out of him in his thorough slumber.]

Crawford Tillinghast || From Beyond

[tillinghast]

Waking Up
It was a church of all places where the hazel eyes of Dr. Crawford Tillinghast slid open once more. He had thought death finally, mercifully took him after the explosion but no, that was not to be. Pushing his head up a hand moved almost as if he was hung over to the top of his head before laughter bubbled out. Oh thank you whatever higher power had put him back together, his hair was back that horrid thing gone from his forehead. A man was speaking to him but it took a moment to realize what was being said. 'Follow me, let me explain.'

He followed along, as one thing became clear upon exiting the church, one this was not the Miskatonic Valley, nor did it seem to be his world at all and something terrible had happened here. Maybe the Resonator had tore a whole through time and space... God where might Edward have ended up? He moved along with the kindly Agent getting set up. Finally, after about an hour he was sitting on a bench, the phone in his pocket as he looked over the ID he had been given. Just letting it all sink in.

Settling In
He had been directed to the hotel, luckily his 80's fashion wasn't to blindingly obvious that he was out of place as much as he simply dressed like an old man these days. Brown corduroy pants with a sweater over a button up and black jeans. He was pretty easy to overlook, average looking short, brunette hair and hazel eyes. The only thing that even seemed off besides the aged clothes was a bandage on his cheek, but otherwise he seemed like anyone one else at least until he stepped into the free hotel. After checking in he went back outside finding a spot near by to sit and watch people. Taking in the day, and his days before for the first real time since all the insanity swept him up .

Settling In

[sociallychallenged]

Crawford does seem easy to overlook, at least at first. Blindingly average has been kind of an advantage here.

Hank decides to check out the hotel, scope it out carefully and make sure that it would be a place where Connor could stay safely without being outed for what he actually is. Hank is only beyond average (not above average) in that he's broad-shouldered, a little unkempt, and accidentally intimidating with a rumbling voice that has the firm impression of metal clanking down a deep well when he speaks. Words that climb up from the depths of his chest.

"Hell of a night." He says to Joe Random Guy, looking at the hotel he'd been given an address too.

"You know anything about this place?" The hotel, he means. But the open-endedness is intentional. He can say how much he does or doesn't know.

Raging Raven | Metal Gear Solid 4

[ragingbeauty]

Waking Up

[Raven stirs awake slowly, her eyes opening to what looks to be a pond. It's quiet, and she's so foggy... until she hears a bird caw, and then she scrambles to her feet and looks around, panicking. No birds...? Was it all in her head again?

She shivers, not because she's cold but because she's afraid suddenly. She wants her beast suit back. Then she can figure out where Snake took her. Because clearly this is Snake's doing, right? Already pissed off, she turns around and glares at the person now coming her way.]

Who the hell are you? Where's Snake?


Settling In

[She doesn't trust the hotel, not yet. So she's roaming around during the night, trying to find somewhere better to sleep. Eventually she smashes the window of an old car with her elbow, and will likely be caught opening the door and slipping into the back. Maybe someone should try to convince her to just go sleep in a bed, like a normal person.]

Settling In

[tillinghast]

[ Crawford had gone out from the hotel in the night, mostly hoping to explore the city. He wanted to see what his new home was like and in truth a lot more can be learned about a place at night than in the day.

Though without money there wasn't a lot to learn. He was making his way back to the hotel when he heard the glass breaking. He blinked a bit seeing the beautiful woman slipping into the back of a car.

But why?

Such questions were dangerous and yet, he kept walking that way instead of turning and going another way like a sane person should. Looking at the broken glass he spoke without looking into the car. ]

The glass was pretty loud... someone might come out and find you.

[He spoke softly but loud enough to be heard.]

Settling In

[slowburn]

[Mick is in the middle of putting a strip of gum in his mouth, having finally escaped the attention of prying eyes and decided to enjoy a thoughtful moment by himself. But that refreshing moment is marred by the fact that, when he bites down, he hears convenient glass breaking off to his right.]

[Now, there are a million reasons for him to not care about broken glass. But there are thirty why he should, so maybe he'll go have a look. And when he does, there's a hot lady in a painted on number crawling into the back of the car.]

[Huh.]

There are quieter ways to break into a car... Unless you just felt like busting something up. Seems like they get used to that around here.

[Yeah, he's prying, it's none of his business. But he's gotta be a little catty anyway.]

Maggie-OC

[liveforthemoment]

Waking Up

The woman with brightly colored red hair and more tattoos than you could shake a stick at groaned softly, her eyes weren't even open and she was reaching out beside her looking for the cheap bottle of booze she had started the night before. Instead of her bottle the paws at something that feels like it doesn't belong there, fingers dancing along the surface.. Grass? Her addled mind was trying to figure out what grass was doing in her bed, when there was the sound of some kind of bird making noises. Her eyes jolt open and she sits up nearly knocking her head on a branch that was above her.

" The fuck?" she said before getting her self up off the ground dusting her self off." Jesus Christ, how fucked up was I?" she asked to no one in particular.

[plasticasshole]

[Connor notices Maggie lying on the ground and is in the process of walking over to her when she sits up. He waits for her to get to her feet, and tilts his head at her.]

Are you okay?

[He's only just arrived today too, but he knows a little bit more about where he is than Maggie does. His LED is no longer there, having been removed the first chance he got, and his android uniform has been replaced with a simple shirt and jeans. Looking at him, there's nothing to suggest he's anything but an ordinary human.]

[worldsgreatestgrandma]

Waking Up

The first thing Scott noticed was a carpenter ant crawling across his visor, then taking off into the air.

It took him a second to process that image. At first it was simply comforting, something familiar and welcome. Half a second later it filled him with hope and he sat up, immediately hitting his head on something. "Ow! Hope?"

Somehow he had ended up in a field halfway underneath an old rusted-out truck that looked like it hadn't moved in decades. A bored goat stared at him from behind a fence as he crawled out from under it, calling the carpenter ant back to his shoulder. He tried to wipe mud off from his suit with minimal success, and swore as it spread. "Okay, this isn't funny. What the hell happened? Hope? ...Hank? Janet? Can anybody hear me?"

[slowburn]

Mick's still getting used to this confusing crapshoot of a town. What a fucking clusterfuck this mess is, huh? But best to learn it while he can. Figure out where all the self-proclaimed peace-keepers cluster. Figure out what's safe, what's not?

Then he hears a guy yelling. Some asshole hollering for a Hank or a Hope or a Janet.

"Think we're all looking for a little hope, friend, but I'm betting you're in the same shit situation I'm in. Where the hell are you?" Mick calls out from the sidewalk. Someone else looked like they were about to respond, but fuck that.

[plasticasshole]

[Connor hears someone calling out and heads towards the voice, stepping over various bumps and holes in the grass. He holds a hand out for Scott to take, giving him a friendly smile.]

Hello.

[He did note that the man was calling for a Hank, but he can safely assume he wasn't calling for his Hank.]

I just arrived here, too.

[Well, a few hours ago. He's already found out a few things, though. Namely, that they're in 2019 and no longer in Detroit.]

Are you alright?

[quixotically]

It's not the first time this has happened to Elle. Or, well -- This kind of experience. Passing out unexpectedly... Waking up somewhere unfamiliar. It's an unfortunately common thing to happen to her. But... This is the first time it started when she was home. Nothing should be able to get to her in the Lucky 38. Even if something went wrong, and someone somehow got past Yes Man and his connection to Mr. House's camera network and the Securitrons, most of her friends were home. But she had been sitting in the cocktail lounge when whatever happened... happened to her. Before she really fully woke up, she smelled... dirt. Not sand, not dry soil, not like the Mojave. More... More like Zion. Because of that, it didn't quite click where she'd ended up, not immediately. Not until she heard someone yelling, and she opened her eyes and... ... looked up out of the grave she was lying in. — It's hours after that, now, but her head is still spinning. Elle is sitting on the curb of the hotel that's been kind enough to let her stay for free. It isn't her clothing that makes her stand out; there isn’t anything other-worldly about her yellow 1950s-style dress, or her sturdy boots, or the hiker-like backpack sitting up against the curb next to her, or the broad-brimmed black fedora on top of it — But that the clunky-looking computer on her wrist is definitely out of place. She's staring at the screen, expression distant and morose, her other hand fiddling with the dial on the back of her glove. But at the sound of someone approaching — on foot, on bicycle, in a vehicle — she startles, and badly, hand jerking to her hip on reflex, drawing attention to a holster there, difficult to see with how she’s sitting. ... but the holster is empty.

[perfectlychill]

Snart notices the girl but doesn't pay her any attention at first. The mis-mash clothes, the giant backpack, looks like either a runaway or a college student. Hard to tell the difference sometimes. But then he looks again...that thing on her wrist...that's different. He saunters up to her.

"Nice bracelet. You get cable with that?"

Her reaction, to reach for her hip like she's used to carrying a gun, that's interesting too.

[ragingbeauty]

[Raven sees where Elle's hand is going, recognising the motion and stalling. Her eyes widen, but upon seeing that she's not drawing a gun she frowns instead. Her eyes are drawn to the pip-boy, and she points to it with a gloved hand. She probably stands out herself, wearing her form-fitting catsuit, with wires dangling from her elbows, feet and behind her ears.]

What's that?

[sociallychallenged]

Hank's not from any post-apocalyptic nightmare world, no irradiated wasteland, but his occupation has led him to know about that type of behavior. The sort that makes fireworks make a person's hair stand on end or a car back-firing can keep you up half the night. Where you make a mistake and accidentally place your six pack in the freezer instead of the fridge and end up sure there's a shooter in your house until you discover your mistake. A hand drawn to a holster is never a good thing.

But she looks about as out of place as him, and he wanders over to the girl, looking at the messy device on her wrist. Like a smartwatch out of the fucking fifties or some shit.

"You get dial-up on that?" he jokes, but his expression remains heavy. His arms crossed in front of him. "You alright?" Worth inquiring about that high level of caution. She might be new, like him. She might be a local girl with some asshole she's watching out for. Either way, it's worth a word.

warning for KH3 spoilers likely

[thesecondtolast]

If you're passing by the city hall at some point during midmorning, you might notice there's... a slight crowd gathered outside. A mix of locals, and some of those inoffensive-seeming government workers. And many of them seem to be looking up. Following their gaze will show a pair of feet dangling off the edge of the roof, in a place they really have no business being. A part of the roof that isn't easily reachable, nor does there seem to be any practical reason to be there - no air filtration systems or any of the other usual fixtures modern society keeps hidden on their rooftops. It's a spot with a great view, most likely but, well. The owner of the feet isn't exactly awake at the moment to appreciate it. Even more suspicious. Unfortunately for Xion, it seems her arrival has been far from unobtrusive. She's not awake quite yet, but given all the noise the crowd is making - the government agents in particular arguing how they're going to get up there to retrieve her and take her in - it's not going to take long. ---------- As it turns out however, once she wakes up, Xion has no intent of being taken in for any kind of registration. She's never exactly had the healthiest respect (or knowledge) of the whole concept of World Order, but the Organization had drummed covert ops into her head almost as soon as she could walk. Even if she wasn't an Organization member anymore, old habits were hard to break. Especially when she was nervous. Her clothes aren't too bizarre, but she is doing her best to sneak around in them, in a town where there's only so much sneaking to be done - that can be done. A good portion of the town has already seen her face, snapped her (blurry) picture and shared it on social media. But she's still trying. She doesn't have her Keyblade out yet, but she's always got one hand free, ready to summon it at a moment's notice.

IDK why that title stuck it was from another tag I didn't finish earlier.

[sociallychallenged]

Hank understand the need to not get registered. Well... avoid it in any traditional fashion. He went out of his way to sneak Connor into the police station and have him input his own registration with a simple touch to the computer. Down to a conveniently false human backstory.

The town gets way too excited when it finds a new person. Now that they're showing up again, a few excited tourists have been showing up, trying to get a picture of someone new, someone weird. Something they can post up online to their facebook friends.

Hank is a creature that's learned to use his cisgendered huge whiteman human priveledge, but unfortunately the way he chooses to use it is when he catches some middle-aged man in a nerdy T-shirt, hoodie, sweat pants and flip-flops in fucking winter trying to take a picture of a young girl his reaction is to get between her and the guy and start cop-roaring at him.

"Hey! Fuck off! Leave her alone. What sort of fuckin' sicko are you. She say it was okay to take that. Huh?"

The whole time he's talking, he's a wall of 6'2'' and broadness bearing down and scaring away the amateur paparazzi. A grey-headed bear in shabby detective clothing. Once he's run off, he tucks his hands in his pockets and wanders back in her direction. "You alright? You trying to get somewhere?"

[plasticasshole]

[Connor has seen the photos on social media by now, and his facial recognition identifies Xion from afar as she sneaks through town. He approaches with a friendly enough smile, but speaks in a low voice.]

Hello. You're new here, aren't you? Don't worry, I am too.

[He tilts his head slightly, looking around them before glancing back at her.]

I'm afraid trying to be stealthy isn't going to do you much good when your photo is being shared on social media.

warning for possible dmc5 spoilers

[walkthedarkpath]

Arrival

Waking up among graves was nothing new for Vergil, as posh as he tries to look, in his like of work and style of life sometimes a snooze among the dead is the safest way to handle those pesky human needs. What he hadn't expected was to be woken up by a woman who seemed surprised by him more than he was surprised. Maybe he shouldn't have pulled his sword but he did. It was an automatic reaction.

It had been his lucky that the kind Marshall had happened upon the situation. A man in bright shocking blue, and black leather with snow white hair very much stood out. The man of course wanted nothing to do with the process, but went along with the Marshall.

Paper work, phone and a change of clothes, and the advice to maybe dye his hair given, and promptly ignored, with a thanks given to the man as he set out to explore his new home.

Getting Familiarized
It wasn't a far walk before he had his coat back drapped upon his shoulders, his normal clothes in a bag at his side. A simple pair of black slacks and a white suit shirt on buttoned up to the collar, the coat however stood out.

Anytime he saw someone look to long he would just glare and leave, trying to keep to himself while he argued with himself how stupid it was to need to hide, how he managed to hide his sword was anyone's guess but he had managed it.

Settling In
It was late in the evening when Vergil had found the hotel and gotten himself settled in, Yamato laid across the bed with his old clothes while he sat on the steps outside of his room, close enough to be out of the way, while picking at old crumbling bits of leather off of his fingerless gloves. His eyes tracking those who came near the steps.

Settling in

[plasticasshole]

[Connor has since taken out his LED, but Vergil will no doubt notice something off about the android as he passes by. He pauses a few steps away to check something on his phone, giving Vergil plenty of time to gather that he's not quite human. He does look at Vergil briefly, but not wanting to disturb him he simply gives him a little smile. He'd be open for chatting, but Vergil seems a little like he doesn't want to talk.

Who knows, maybe he's wrong though.]

Domino | Deadpool Live Action

[notverycinematic]

Waking Up

Well...shit. If she didn't know any better, Domino might have to say this was unlucky. She hadn't planned on waking up in the middle of Buttfuck, Nowhere, anyway. Most of the time she didn't plan on anything though. Okay, self, one point. Shut up. It looks like...a field maybe? She can't identify the plants, but it's definitely something farm-y. That's annoying. There couldn't be a car or something?

There might be a town nearby. There had to be, right? She can just feel it. Off in...that direction. Whichever direction. She'll find it eventually. Or wander into some help. Either way works, really. Still no transportation, though. There's definitely a reason for that, she's just got to find it. That almost sounds normal.

"Guess I'm walking." Could be worse. She could be jumping out of an airplane on a windy day.

Getting Familiarized

[Nnnnnot sure how trustworthy those suits are. Like most of the people seem okay, but there's definitely some sketchy assholes too. Everyone seems to be suddenly involved in something else when she walks by, so at least she doesn't have to deal with that. Another stroke of luck, considering she'd rather not. What she'd really like is a drink or seven, but whatever the party is at the cafe looks busy and obnoxious, so she settles for wandering instead.

It's not much more interesting, but at least it's new? That's...not the most convincing excuse.

Kind of looks like something already tore through the place a time or two. That bodes well.]

Christ, did the tigers escape the zoo?

Getting Familiarised

[plasticasshole]

[Connor wanders over and joins Domino when he hears her mutter to herself, figuring that she must be new here.]

Apparently, it was more like a mass outbreak of violence. Something caused people to lose control and riot.

[And then realising that he just slid right on up and started talking, he gives her an awkward sort of smile.]

I'm sorry, that was rude of me. I didn't mean to listen in on you. I just have very good hearing.