[Video] The first meeting of the welcoming committee

[the_other_eight]

( [To the members of the welcoming committee// Stark Encryption] )

[When the video feed comes on Pepper can be seen writing in her notebook. She really wishes that she could have a personal computer that she wasn't worried was bugged. Still, paranoid people can't have everything they want. There's a steaming mug of coffee sitting next to her with fish on it. They're painted on and look as if they're swimming around the mug.]

Seeing as things have settled down I wanted to again extend an invitation to the populous to join the Welcoming Committee. We're here to ensure new arrivals are given the information they need and seek in a kind and friendly manner. If you're interested please inquire within.

Also, I'm looking for a psychiatrist. One who happens to specialize in brainwashing and post traumatic stress disorder. If there's a possibility that your services would be of assistance please contact Pepper Potts.

( [Private to Tony // No encryption] )

02, video

[philosophe]

[Combeferre certainly looks better than he did a few days ago. There is some color back in his cheeks, a few books and papers scattered around behind him, if one cares to notice. He gives the feed a little bit of a wave and leans close.]

As I have said to a few I have encountered here, at home I was studying to be a doctor. I would dearly love to find something to do with myself in a clinic, as soon as I am physically able. Is there one in this city, or, perhaps, someone who would be interested in starting one if there is not?

I realize there has undoubtedly been quite a lot of advancement within the field of medicine in the past -- however long it has been, but I would certainly be willing to learn. It should prove to be most enlightening.

So please, if there are doctors present, your advice would be greatly appreciated.

001; Video | Off my lawn you hipsters

[aenseidhe]

[ There’s a narrow face peering close at the console - high cheekbones and a nasty scar poking out from under the red cloth that covers the man’s right eye. Or lack thereof. He peers for a moment before leaning back, arms crossing as he speaks up. ]

I’m looking for other Scoia’tael in the area. I’d settle for another elf alone, between the mass of humans milling around here. [ A derisive snort, and Iorveth looks to the side for the moment - pointed ears at the side of his head incidentally apparent. ] The dh’oine stink of this place is enough to make one gag.

[ A moment of contemplation and the elf picks at the dirt under blunted nails idly as he speaks. ]

I’ve set my camp in a tree on the outskirts of the wood sector. [ His tone goes a little deadpan, with the same kind of condescension in it, but it’s very matter of fact. ] It’s a mass of wooden planks, rope, rough cloth and a six foot, one eyed elf - it shouldn’t be that hard to miss. I’m giving you dh’oine fair warning - there are traps laid around the perimeter and any who manage to pass those will take an arrow between the eyes.

If there’s a need for me to say it more than once, your race will likely be better off without you.

[ A pause, and he’s about to end the transmission, when he glances back, considering. ]

Gwynbleidd - If you’re here, come speak with me.

[[ ooc; On translations: I left the original Elder Speech words in here, even though they’ll be understood by anyone listening just like anything else, mainly to signal when Iorveth’s accent would have shifted between what he understands as Common and what he says in Elder speech. ANYWHO. Here.
Scoia’tael - directly translated: squirrels. It’s a band of nonhuman guerrilla warriors, though. But all that would be understood is ‘squirrels’ :’|
dh’oine - human. spoken in a derogatory tone
Gwynbleidd - White Wolf. ]]

video & action;

[trifurcate]

[It takes the first hour of the trip from the shell's edge to get used to the idea that she may be dead or dreaming. An hour to get used to the fact that she can't get in touch with Jhirem, that no one's heard of Askoupur, and that she's been separated from her family, friends, wealth, and every potentially helpful connection and contact she used to have at her disposal.

It's after that hour that she gets used to the idea, or at least it settles in her head more easily, and the remainder of her trip is spent picking the brains of the kedan in the cart with her. By the time they reach the city, all Bryn feels is excitement. She has no idea what kind of situation she's found herself in, but believing for the moment that she's to be a guest rather than a prisoner makes it all the easier for her to be eager to see Keeliai. The kedan settle her into her two floor suite, introducing her to many things which seem familiar enough, and others that are more technologically advanced.

It's the console that grabs her attention, and once the kedan leave her, she finds herself torn between using the network and exploring the city. This might be a problem for anyone else, but Bryn has a singular gift at her call. It takes no effort to call upon her deity-gift to split, and in moments where one of her was standing, there are now three, identical in every way, even the clothing she wears. She volunteers to take the console, and watches as the two copies figure out which will go clockwise and which will go counterclockwise into the city. Each already of her thoughts before the split knows to spend no more than a few hours exploring before checking in.

The copies leave, ten minutes apart and in opposite directions, each intending to explore the city and talk to whoever they happen upon along the way.]

[ooc: tl;dr Bryn split into three and two copies went off into the city to explore, feel free to run into them!]

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[Bryn turns on a video feed with some excitement. They have things like this in the underground, though the Aspurrans tend to use them business rather than pleasure. It feels like an thrilling indulgence to have one set aside for her own use, one that she'll gladly take advantage of. To anyone watching, it's clear at a glance that Bryn is human, but perhaps not from Earth. The leather jacket she wears is fitted, high quality with a brocade silk inner lining, but the linen shirt beneath seems a bit more like a tunic than a shirt, really.

Unlike some new arrivals, she seems...relaxed.]

Well I wasn't really expecting to take a trip again so soon but I guess when adventure finds you there's not really much else you can do but go with it. Hi everyone, I'm Bryn Zethir and I'm from Askoupur. Not sure if there's anyone else around from there yet, but if there is, speak up!

[She pauses and reaches up to push her bangs out of her face, glad her hair is still pulled back in a ponytail as she looks at the screen.]

Sooo, I guess I'm here for however long and I've got to get a job, get settled in, all of that. If anyone has any helpful advice about where to find good work or cool places to check out or anything at all, I'm all ears, thanks!