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Entry tags:
- devil may cry: dante (reboot),
- devil may cry: vergil (reboot),
- dresden codak: kim ross,
- final fantasy xiii: claire lightning far,
- fullmetal alchemist: alphonse elric,
- fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- fullmetal alchemist: winry rockbell,
- harry potter: albus severus potter,
- httyd: astrid hofferson,
- httyd: hiccup haddock,
- mcu: steve rogers,
- noir: chloe,
- original: allie stoklasa,
- original: maria selwyn,
- tales of symphonia: sheena fujibayashi,
- teen wolf: allison argent,
- the originals: hayley marshall,
- tron uprising: vector
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.
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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She said it with a light tone. She'd been trying the same thing earlier, but honestly they all stuck out like sore thumbs. And, with an unusual outfit like that? She was definitely at least a little curious.
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"Hm...true." He conceded. "It is way too bright here. I hope that this is not what the whole place is like." He turned away from the table, rubbing his eyes in a tired motion.
"I am Vector." He said finally in introduction. He wasn't one for small talk, but this was a strange situation for him, and it was at least important to get information of any kind.
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"You may call me Chloe, if you wish." There was a short pause and she glanced over at him. "Is Vector your name, or some sort of stage name?" She might have run into a few costumed types before.
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"Chloe." He repeated with another nod. Her question regarding his name caused his eyebrows to raise slightly in mild surprise. He'd...no one had ever asked him that before. "Ah, no. Vector is my designation. I did not bother adding the numerical code that comes along with it to keep it simple." He had no idea what a 'stage name' was.
"I'm a program from a digital system known as The Grid." He clarified, understanding that biologicals probably didn't have a numerical ID code.
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"I see. This must all be very strange to you then, Vector," she said between bites. "Wait until you see the sky."
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"It is very strange." He gestured with the peach. "I did not think it was possible for a program to be transferred to a User Reality." Yes, though it took him a long time, it did sink in that he wasn't in a computer anymore. He frowned slightly. "I have not had the chance to see outside due to lack of windows." He admitted, not knowing if there was a reason for concern.
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"Well, there was the ship too. But she was even stranger. But you'll figure out the whole flesh and blood thing soon. It isn't that tricky. Just uncomfortable, I've heard. Where I was, a lot of things that weren't human were made human."
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"Do you know their name or function? Or if they were from the Grid?" The black guard asked. He thought for a moment on the matter of having a human body.
"Thankfully I was spared that." He said finally in relieved tones. "Apparently I am functional enough for this place that I was not altered. I'm written in the image of the Users. I feel just as much as you do." He reassured. He still didn't know how he was able to function outside of a computer - but he was happy that he wasn't biological.
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"Ah, I see... so you aren't completely human right now? You are just made to look and act like us?" she added, considering that for a minute. "That is a little different than it was on the island. She was turned into a human, trying to figure out all the strange gurglings and odd sensations for the first time."
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"No. I have retained my original form. Though I have no idea how I was brought here out of the computer or how I can function. I was assured I could eat and drink if required and that it would cause no harm." He had just never tried it. "I was written in the image of the Users. I look and feel much like a human does. The differences are more beneath the surface render."
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"Not quite. The creator of my system 'the Grid' was a User named Kevin Flynn. As far as I know he created most of the programs in the system. But none of us looked like him. Only Clu - the system administrator, resembled the Creator." He mused thoughtfully. "Other programs were transfers from other systems. Legend has it, that in the older cycles of the systems, programs tended to resemble their Users more closely and held a little of their spirit perhaps." He inclined his head slightly.
"When I say I was written in the image of the Users, I mean that I am written to resemble a human."
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She looked out over the room and her smile grew. "And now we're both microbes in someone's petri dish."
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He didn't know what microbes or petri dishes were, however he completely understood the context. "I was brought here when I was run through with an identity disc." He admitted. "I should be derezzed right now but...here I am. I guess you could say it's a second chance." He shrugged, spreading his hands. "Even though it is disturbing to me to be outside of a digital realm, I must admit I am curious to see how similiar this reality is to mine."
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A moment's consideration and she chuckled. "Don't let it go to waste. You only get so long with them."
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He smiled a little at her chuckle. "I suppose you are correct." He said finally after some thought. He didn't know if he wanted to consider the possibilty that he would be sent back to his world...and not exist. "The tricky part is figuring out what I could do here." He shrugged a little.
"I am a black guard. In my system's beginnings I was system security. I have a written purpose. I am not sure how I can meet that purpose while here." He had never considered before, what other things he could possibly do.
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"Hmm...I will take that into account." He said finally, voice soft. His expression was typically neutral or at ease, but now there was a brief flicker of uncertainty. The program truly was out of his element.
"It is probably best that I try and find a place to stay as well. I hear they will not let us stay here in this place." That too was disconcerting. As a program - a place to stay was all ready provided depending on what one did. Black Guards resided in quarters or barracks, called upon when needed for missions. There was none of this concern with doing jobs for monetary reward so one could survive.
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"Perhaps a little bit of recon is best before finding a place of advantage to situate oneself." He murmured half to himself. It was always best to get the lay of the land before proceeding on a mission. He looked down at the peach still in his hands, idly stroking fingertips along the fruit, noting the texture.
"I must admit, being cut off from my system is a bit...jarring." Understatement. "I imagine that most people feel this way when arriving here but..." His voice faded slightly. It was clear there was a lot more mixed emotions running beneath the cool exterior. More than he let on at least. The program was clearly at a loss.
He wasn't written for anything like this.
"Perhaps in some way we can assist each other as we seek information on our captors and our environment."
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"But I think we can help each other. If you happen to run across anything worth mentioning, however unlikely that is to start, just send me a message. I'll do the same. I'm a little less jarred by all of this than I really should be, but maybe that will help get my feet wet, eh?"