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sanctuaryrpg2016-05-13 09:22 pm
sanctuaryrpgmods) wrote in sanctuaryrpg2016-05-13 09:22 pm
Entry tags:
- ! gathering post,
- carson phillips,
- eric bittle,
- eric preston,
- erik lehnsherr,
- finn murphy,
- guinevere stringfellow hawk,
- ianto jones,
- jack harkness,
- james potter,
- kate stewart,
- lee fallon,
- maggie donnelly,
- marie,
- molly carpenter,
- nick gautier,
- porthos du vallon,
- remus lupin,
- river tam,
- rose hathaway,
- sabine manon liu,
- scott summers,
- sebastian vael,
- thea queen,
- tiny tina,
- will graham
And the station opens...
There were no flashing lights, no alarms. The doors to the quarantine chambers simply opened, the whoosh of seals breaking was the only fanfare.
Quarantine was on a quiet level of the station, a gently pulsing light set into the wall leading the chamber's temporary residents out into the station proper. Outside, station officials wandered by but paid no particular attention to the newcomers; new arrivals were nothing new to them, just a fact of life on Sanctuary. New people arrived in the chambers, station staff logged them, and the computers arranged everything else. So they went about their business, eyes glued to the screens they held.
Of course the newcomers weren't aware of any of this. Anyone who called out to the station staff was greeted with a wan smile and directed toward one of the many terminal screens lining the walls of the large open space between the central tower and the rest of the station.
The terminal screens asked for a fingerprint before offering any additional information. Their names flashed up with a map to their new home in the living quarters and some basic information on the currency contained in the chip in their hand and what it might buy them. A brief explanation of the silver communication unit followed, and then the news of the past twenty-four hours played. War on planets in a neighbouring system, the weather on a vacation world, sports scores for a game that seems a cross between lacrosse, hockey, and quidditch. Nothing of use, of course, nothing that could get them off the planet.
The quiet entrance to the living quarters was on one side of the atrium, and the sounds of a bustling marketplace that could not be contained came from a much wider opening on the other. People of all shapes, colours, and species walked through the space along with station officials and technicians using their tablet like screens, dark uniformed security officers chatting as they strolled their patrols.
The station carried on obliviously while the newcomers watched, each with only their credit chip, a place to live, and a basic outfit. Clearly that was all the welcome they were to expect; what happened next would be up to them.
[[Gathering post and opening of Sanctuary RPG. Put in your characters coming out their quarantine]]
Quarantine was on a quiet level of the station, a gently pulsing light set into the wall leading the chamber's temporary residents out into the station proper. Outside, station officials wandered by but paid no particular attention to the newcomers; new arrivals were nothing new to them, just a fact of life on Sanctuary. New people arrived in the chambers, station staff logged them, and the computers arranged everything else. So they went about their business, eyes glued to the screens they held.
Of course the newcomers weren't aware of any of this. Anyone who called out to the station staff was greeted with a wan smile and directed toward one of the many terminal screens lining the walls of the large open space between the central tower and the rest of the station.
The terminal screens asked for a fingerprint before offering any additional information. Their names flashed up with a map to their new home in the living quarters and some basic information on the currency contained in the chip in their hand and what it might buy them. A brief explanation of the silver communication unit followed, and then the news of the past twenty-four hours played. War on planets in a neighbouring system, the weather on a vacation world, sports scores for a game that seems a cross between lacrosse, hockey, and quidditch. Nothing of use, of course, nothing that could get them off the planet.
The quiet entrance to the living quarters was on one side of the atrium, and the sounds of a bustling marketplace that could not be contained came from a much wider opening on the other. People of all shapes, colours, and species walked through the space along with station officials and technicians using their tablet like screens, dark uniformed security officers chatting as they strolled their patrols.
The station carried on obliviously while the newcomers watched, each with only their credit chip, a place to live, and a basic outfit. Clearly that was all the welcome they were to expect; what happened next would be up to them.
[[Gathering post and opening of Sanctuary RPG. Put in your characters coming out their quarantine]]
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Nick raised an eyebrow. "'Give the woman a stuffed bear. Not many can classify what I am right from the off, in fact, most don't believe it even when I tell them point blank. I would say that demon is probably the easiest way to describe it, without going into the various classifications and demonologies involved."
He focused his attention on her and the eyebrow raise shifted to a frown. "You're not, though. Demon, I mean."
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As much pain as she was in and as uncertain as she was about using her powers in this condition, or even if there were enough spirits or ectoplasm to command, she needed the girl she had been to avoid exposing vulnerability to a demon. At least until she knew if he came from Illyana's room. "I have a sensitivity to the supernatural. The last demons I met weren't as friendly as you seem to be."
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"I've had a few years to mellow myself out. If we'd met before I started moving through dimensions, or whatever causes these places to form, I'd have probably had you running screaming down the street, especially if I went into demon form. Now that I have a tighter control over the anger, and I've accepted what I am, things are different."
Nick offered her a half-smile, half-smirk. "And now you've caught me out being all rude and not introducing myself." He extended a hand. "Nick Gautier."
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She considered informing him that the Queen of Limbo was one of her best friends, but it sounded a bit like a cross between bravado and speciesist bingo.
"I'm Sabine. And I don't scare easily."
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"Nice to meet you Sabine," Nick returned, "to your question, though, I'm here because living in a hell realm filled with the tortured as well as gods who want nothing more than to enslave me and steal my powers isn't as fun as it sounds."
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Although he might be lying, it was enough to relax Sabine visibly. "I don't suppose you know a demon named Belasco?" That name came easily, but she couldn't remember the other. With an S. Trying too hard made her mind burned.
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"Doesn't ring a bell, but that doesn't mean anything. We are, if you'll pardon the term, legion and I haven't met even a fraction of those still active. Also, he/she/whatever could be from an entirely different dimension. That's happened all too often." In fact, he had yet to meet anyone who knew the same world he did. It was enough to give a guy a complex.
"What kind of demon was this Belasco?"
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Please. Not here.
Tsura moved to put her 'shoulder' beneath Sabine's hand and sent a soft #Thank you# along their link. "I should... find some tea. My stomach is a bit off."
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Nick remembered hearing about limbo in CCD back when his mother would drag him there, but they always called it purgatory and he was forever saying prayers to help the souls trapped there. Since he didn't think his version was a person, or being of any kind, he was pretty sure they were from different universes.
He frowned a little when he sensed something off, something that wasn't her, but no more than that. Then his southern born boy rose to the top of his priorities and he held out a hand to her. "Of course. Let's see what we can find."