things happen, that's all they ever do.

[vidal]

WHO: Reyes Vidal
WHERE: The bunker; the inn; the village generally
WHEN: Dec 2-5
OPEN TO: OTA, multiples for inn/village allowed
WARNINGS: Nothing really

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Arrival in the Bunker (now locked to Kat)
The last he knew, he’d been trying to hitch a ride off Port Meridian, the crashed ark turned human city. He’d been standing in the elevator while it rose sluggishly towards the shuttle bays. Boring enough, yes, because the elevators always seemed to run far too agonisingly slowly despite their complexity, but it hadn’t been nothing out of the ordinary—

Until, the next he knows, the elevator has filled with water. The thought Is the ark malfunctioning manages to run through his head, but then he’s far too busy trying to find the door, failing, running his fingers along the crevices and edges of the container, realising it isn’t actually the lift anymore, and then, his worst nightmare: panicking.

Reyes’ nerves are steely even at the worst of times, but water is simply inexorable, unstoppable, unbargainable. Thankfully, the wait isn’t long before the seal hisses open and the water starts draining and someone (his liberator, he supposes) is helping him out, shaky and wobbly-legged and swearing in Spanish.


South Village Inn, a couple days later (OTA)
Predictably, Reyes gravitates towards the inn. It’s the closest thing to Tartarus, the bar he used to haunt — communal spaces where he can people-watch, get a sense for the group as a whole, possibly even eavesdrop.

But unfortunately, this place is nothing like the neon-soaked dive bar on his slum planet.

The room starts off empty when Reyes begins his inspection, but after a while he hears the creak of footsteps on ancient floorboards, and his head pops up from behind the bar, looking a little sheepish — and empty-handed, dusty. Poking around every single cabinet and shelf has led to absolutely nothing. “Is it true?” he asks with a gesture towards the empty bar, with the sound of a man who’s recently received a horrifying diagnosis from the doctor.


Around the village (OTA)
Reyes will be doing the usual for his first few days: roaming, information-gathering, people-watching, committing the layout of the area to memory. He’s also trying to suss out who lives where and if the fuss of a house is worth it, so can probably be found lingering and staring thoughtfully at the empty buildings, where a neighbour can catch him. He would also appreciate anyone willing to show him where to get/find food etc!

get in here, it's a holiday mingle

[demiurgency]

WHO: Billy Kaplan
WHERE: House #58, South Village
WHEN: Dec. 2
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None

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Billy hasn't even been here two weeks yet, but it still somehow feels like longer. Maybe because there isn't that much to distract him. That's sort of what this whole thing is, honestly; an attempt at distracting him from the fact that all of his friends are off fighting without him, and that they might be better off for it, distracting him from the fact that his boyfriend left him exactly one month and three days ago, distracting him from the fact that this is literally the first holiday ever he's spent without his family and even if he was back in New York, he wouldn't be able to be around them without inviting disaster and death.

So, Hanukkah in the village. He'd put out the broadcast on the network a few days ago, and spent yesterday carving a rough wooden menorah and making candles with Frank and Kamala, and he thinks that today might actually not be half bad, assuming people show up. At least Frank and Kamala will, so it's something.

Billy spends all morning running around the village gathering last-minute supplies and decorations, and all afternoon in #58's kitchen cooking, but any knock on the door is immediately answered by a teenage boy in either blonde or brunette flavor, welcoming the guests in. There'll be the menorah lighting and singing at sundown, there's a makeshift dreidel for games, and there's definitely plenty of food, as the smell of frying latkes drifts through the house. People are welcome to stop in and out, and to stay as long as they like--there's plenty for everyone.