pglogs | NEW COMERS POST 1

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.

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Waking up in a hospital in who-knows-where after being in Beacon Hills sure is a change. Especially as she had just been pushed under a tub of ice water back home. She's relying on her survival skills now; just because she's weapon-less doesn't mean she's defenseless. She's still in her thin, black dress and feeling a bit cold as she rubs the place at her neck where the chip has been implanted.

She also knows that knowing where she is is important, so she opens up the map of the island on her tablet, and looks very closely at it so she can orient herself once she gets out of the hospital common room. She looks up from the tablet every so often and if she makes eye contact with someone and she doesn't recognize them from Beacon Hills, she'll approach them and say: "Hi, I'm Allison. How ... long have you been here?" She might as well start seeing if she can find any sort of rhyme or reason to the people who have found themselves here.

The girl standing there held up a hand from inside of the dark green cloak she wore and counted something on her fingers. Looking to the side, at Allison, she spoke in a high pitched, tinny voice that sounded far too amused about everything. "Three hours? Maybe four?" she hazarded, her eyes glancing at Allison somewhat carefully, as if studying her. They slipped away. If she'd ever met the girl on that other island, it wasn't important or deep. Too many passed through there to remember everyone, and she clearly didn't remember her.

"You may call me Chloe, if you wish."

"Nice to meet you." She replies upon the introduction, and offers her a small smile.

A slight frown appears on her face after she mentions the time length. "Me too, as far as length of time goes. I was wondering if people had been here longer than that, maybe see if they knew more if they had been here longer."

Edited 2015-07-29 01:52 (UTC)

Chloe held up the little hand-held device and tapped it. There was only one message posted to the boards so far, hers. Not long before. She shook her head and smiled to herself. "No, I think we all are in for whatever surprises they have for us first-hand," she hazarded. "A bit of a change of pace. Almost thrilling."

"That's not entirely comforting, but if it's reality I ... can't change that." She'd help people survive it here as best she can in any way she can. That much is certain.

"Maybe." She's not so sure personally about the 'thrilling' part, either.

Chloe smirked, more to herself. Comfort. Had she ever been someone to bring comfort to anyone, truly? No, not in life, not in death, not even in what passed as her afterlife. "I'm afraid that this isn't the sort of situation that can be made into comfort, miss. A trial to be endured."

And, just like that, she giggled. Her own private little joke. Once upon a time, she'd thought she was done with trials to endure.

"I seem to be good at those lately. Enduring trials." She says that more to herself, but aloud anyway. She's dealt with a lot back home, more than many teenagers do. And she's come out alive each time, which counts for something, probably. "I'm not expecting five star treatment, but if I can help people somehow, I will."

"Oh, so they found at least one of those, did they? You'll be helpful to have around here, whatever it is they have in store for us. It's very easy to get selfish when you're trapped like that." She sighed, almost to herself. "Just don't let them take too much out of you."

"One of those?" She questions, lifting her eyebrows slightly. "One of those what? You mean someone who wants to help? Yeah. People who tend to be focused just on themselves don't seem to get very far in most places." She pauses again for a moment. "That's the plan. To not get worn down." At least she's tougher than she looks.

"One of those sweet little things who wants to help, yes. You'd almost be shocked how rare they can be. Depending on the situation, it isn't quite as healthy as you might imagine," she said, chuckling lightly. "Not that I'm saying it's bad. I'm just warning you that not everyone's so ... kind-hearted."

"People can be different from what they seem on the surface, yeah." Like her aunt Kate, before she died. Or just the fact that Allison didn't know for a while that her boyfriend Scott was a werewolf. "Can I ask what kind of world you're from?" A place with supernatural or not, anything goes.

"My home is Earth, an Earth with no strange powers, no tricks, just the usual scum." She stayed always a little amused as she described it. "I used to live in the Pyrennes, but that was all years ago. I was trapped in another island for a long time. A strange little place called Amat. It's all so darkly similar. I do hope the scientists aren't perverts at least."

It would be a nice change of pace.

"I'm from Earth too, California to be exact, except we have ... other things. Supernatural things." No vampires, but werewolves and giant shapeshifting lizards and the like. "The other place you were in wasn't in your world? How many other different places can people be sent to exactly?" Because that sounds dangerous.

"I... have no idea. I wasn't aware there were others. The island of Amat was strange enough as is. I suppose, though, there must be more than one if we're both here." She sighed, shrugging. "But California, is it? I've heard it's lovely. Never been, though."

"Not very long at all, actually. Have you seen this place, though?" Al wasn't nearly as bothered as he should be considering the circumstances. The spot on his neck itched, true, but there was so much he'd never seen before.

"I'm Alphonse, by the way. Alphonse Elric."

"I've looked around the hospital some. I have yet to explore outside of it." He sure doesn't seem too bothered, though. "I was going to go explore outside soon though. Have you?" If he has, he could tell her about it before she goes out there to see for herself. Which she'll do either way.

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