NEW COMERS POST 1

[proximods]

Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: The first wave of newcomers arrive in the hospital.
Where: The Hospital, Center City
When: July 26
Warnings: Please tag any smut or triggers in the comment subject line.

The common room is just as brightly lit and white as the rest of the hospital. There are some scattered seats - large plush chairs and stiff looking couches, as well as wooden chairs at tables - and a TV blaring local soap operas in the corner. A few long tables are set up along the walls, each with a sign dangling down from the front to inform newcomers of what they can find here. Housing, job opportunities, and the Proxima Gamma Information Desk. Minus a few pamphlets about the unique attractions the island has to offer, there isn’t really that much of use on the last table. It’s clearly meant more for tourists than people who have been kidnapped.

Another set of tables hold a variety of snacks; fruits, vegetables, various candies, as well as a table with water, punch, and soda. No alcohol, unfortunately - this is a hospital, after all. You’ll have to leave to go find a bar for something stronger than that.

There’s not much place else to go - so come on in, settle down, and maybe find a familiar face, if you’re lucky.

Comments

[americanclassic]

"Sorry if I seem stuck on this, but isn't this place different purely because... it's not where you were before? If the other, ah, island you'd been held on had some sort of magic going on and you're here now, wouldn't that argue that you could leave here? Go home and be like you are now?" He looked confused. He was a bit confused, but after waking up and finding the world changed so much from what he'd known, up to and including aliens and gods, he was willing to accept things out of his realm of expertise.

Just more slowly. And with proof.

[true_noir]

"No, you're right," she said, shrugging and looking at him carefully. "It might mean it, but after four years of knowing that I'm dead, of seeing people come back and forth, I'm not prone to optimism. Optimism just builds wishful thinking. I'd rather think of this as a ... new leas on life, if that makes sense."

[americanclassic]

"I suppose it does, in a way." Guess who knew about life-changing events? This guy. "Until we know more, it might be best not to make too many assumptions on past experiences, though. Just in case we cut ourselves off from an avenue that's useful."

[true_noir]

She considered and shrugged. "Old habits die hard, but I will try to be at least a little careful, at least until I know for sure what I'm dealing with. That I can offer."

[americanclassic]

"Trying is all anyone can ask." He gave her a smile and a nod, though he still wasn't sure what he was going to do with the information he'd picked up today.

[true_noir]

"If you'll excuse me," she said, bobbing her head once. "I'm going to go see if there's anyone else I know that's trapped here for the moment. I'm pretty sure we'll see each other again soon."

[americanclassic]

"Until someone finds a way out? I'm sure we will." He gave her a small smile, then decided it was time for him to go off and try to find out more if he could.