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Post by The Astronomer on May 21, 2015 16:45:30 GMT
The Stacrown Heights Welcome Center was located in a building that may have once been intended as a major business center for the original planned community. It was tall and magnificent in certain ways, but no longer even a shadow of a memory of its intended purpose. On either side, there were buildings of a similar design. There was no indication of it being in use from the outside, aside from it being much cleaner than the other buildings on its block. The only entrance still in use was down an alleyway, with a sign stating "Welcome to Starcrown Heights!" almost as an afterthought.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 23, 2015 4:46:27 GMT
The friendly and not at all frightening Miss Lane stood up. "I'll need to show you. This place is a maze, especially with the reconstructions still in process." She smiled gently.
Keiko Nakajima INT: 15
She's refusing to let Keiko out of her sight, either for fear of Keiko leaving or seeing something she shouldn't.
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on May 23, 2015 4:50:12 GMT
Keiko weighed her options, slowly making a list in her mind of things she knew. One, this place was strange. Two, they had access to her name and presumably any information from landlord-san, perhaps even more. And three, miss lane did not want her to be alone.
'She can't follow me into the restrooms though. At least I hope she can't...' She thought as she stood up, "Okay. Thank you for the help. So...what kind of reconstruction is going on?" She asked, deciding to play by along, for now.
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Post by Ewan Cromwell on May 24, 2015 10:19:06 GMT
As Ewan arrived at the Welcome center, he entered through the alley, looking around for someone to talk to, and making sure his Trustwell 'Friend' remained in his sight.
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Post by Kiyiya Haskie on May 24, 2015 18:17:05 GMT
Kiyiya peered around the room slowly, frowning. Not exactly a welcoming building.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 27, 2015 1:04:36 GMT
The alley's sole resident was a cat that felt the need to rub itself against Ewan's leg. The door was old-fashioned, it's lock surprisingly archaic. Some young boys across the street laugh and point at Kiyiya's clothing, but make no move to approach. There is slow traffic, but aside from a surprisingly expensive-looking car in front of the 'Welcome Center', noone parks nearby. Only the lost and dispossessed live here.
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Miss Lane smiled. "Of course. This place was struck hard during the Reign. These offices used to belong to an important company, but they were forced to close it down after they recieved a lot of bad press." Every door seemed as plain and unmarked as the next. She chose the door beside her office, and after knocking, opened it to reveal a very clean, very modern bathroom. Miss Lane did not attempt to follow her in.
Keiko Nakajima INT: 19
Keiko notes that the room's design actually curves and takes up the space where Miss Lane's office should be. Also astonishingly, there is a small window in the wall, looking out on the street. There is a band marching out somewhere, with a crowd yelling in... French...? Keiko can feel the hot sun through the glass. Clearly, this is not Miller Street, that dilapidated old neighborhood she had just seen in the cool weather of Ambrosia...
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on May 28, 2015 3:30:14 GMT
Keiko had went in to wash off her face, surprised by the state of the restroom as she looks in the mirror, worry evident on her face.
"What have you gotten yourself into, Keiko?" She asked herself, staring at her reflection as she frowns, sunlight from the window glaring into her eyes. She walks over, hoping for some sign that things were normal. And stops in her tracks as she stares out into the scene before her, frozen as she watches what seem to be some kind of parade, and a crowd shouting in what is obviously not english.
She brought up her hand to rub her eyes as she stares at the scene, trying to take it all in while wondering if she'd somehow gone crazy.
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Post by Ewan Cromwell on May 29, 2015 10:32:03 GMT
Ewan made his way to the door, seeing if it was open before taking the time to knock.
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Post by Kiyiya Haskie on May 30, 2015 2:56:21 GMT
Kiyiya pushed the door open and moved inside, shaking his head at Ewan. "Nobody knocks at a public building."
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Post by The Astronomer on May 30, 2015 3:13:49 GMT
Kiyiya Haskie INT: 13
Ewan Cromwell INT: 37
The door swung open easily enough, revealing a long hallway. There were identical doors from on each side of the wallways, with opaque glass windows on each door. None were marked, and each of them appeared to be of sturdy indeterminate wood. What both men realize immediately is how how archaic the place seems, with the wooden floors and round door nobs and ceiling lights reminding them of something from old 20th century Hollywood films.
Ewan notes, immediatedly drawing on his instincts as an architect, that the hallway is simply far too long to be contained in the building they had just entered. At most, this building would support a hallway of of 50 yards. This hallway was at least 100 yards from the entrance to what appeared to be the other end of the hallway, which was even now quite dark.
Kikiya, the professional tracker with a lifetime of living in animal form, could already feel a sense of vertigo, as though he had changed direction somehow without ever changing course. It was akin to the feeling a bird of flying in a storm, only without the obvious turbulence.
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Post by Kiyiya Haskie on May 30, 2015 3:32:41 GMT
Kiyiya paused after entering the building, turning to look at the door behind them, if it was still there. "Something isn't right, here."
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Post by Ewan Cromwell on May 31, 2015 1:28:53 GMT
"The building's geometry is off, this corridor is impossible, goes beyond the area of the building" Ewan said, inclined to continue into the labyrinth, though slowly.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 31, 2015 1:54:13 GMT
Keiko had went in to wash off her face, surprised by the state of the restroom as she looks in the mirror, worry evident on her face. "What have you gotten yourself into, Keiko?" She asked herself, staring at her reflection as she frowns, sunlight from the window glaring into her eyes. She walks over, hoping for some sign that things were normal. And stops in her tracks as she stares out into the scene before her, frozen as she watches what seem to be some kind of parade, and a crowd shouting in what is obviously not english. She brought up her hand to rub her eyes as she stares at the scene, trying to take it all in while wondering if she'd somehow gone crazy. ***** It was indeed in French, but this did not seem like any version of Paris she knew. The crowds of dark-skinned spectators suggested Haiti, or some place in Africa. Little children jumped up down on the sidewalk, throwing water baloons while old grandmothers chase after them, shushing them. She cannot see the parade at this angle, but she can hear them singing and playing. If she spoke French, she could sing along. |
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on May 31, 2015 2:00:44 GMT
Keiko stared out of the window, feeling her eye twitch as she slowly backed away. She looked to see if she could open the window in any way.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 2, 2015 19:49:53 GMT
There is a latch, letting warm winds brush her face. The window is too small for her to simply crawl through though.
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The doors remain identical and unmarked, like some Twilight Zone episode. The floors don't creak, there is no dust, and there is no damage. It is only a moment before they spot a young black woman in a business suit standing in the hallway ahead of them. She appears to be waiting for someone or something, as she stares at her watch. She looks up at the newcomers.
"I'm sorry, gentleman, this Welcome Center is closed for renovation. Perhaps come back another time, when we're better prepared to assist you...? I can make an appointment."
Both men can tell when they are genuinely unwanted.
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