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ARRIVAL LOG 008

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: Night of October 5 to night of October 8
WHAT: The eighth arrival
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Coercion and loss of autonomy, alcohol usage. Further notes at end of log.

> ARRIVAL LOG #008

Awareness comes to you in blurred snatches, cloudy fragments of sound and light, color, sensation. Hazy and difficult to grasp on to, but slowly aligning into focus. A series of regular, rhythmic beeps. A medicinal, astringent smell. The sensation of movement, a low hum and accompanying vibration under you. Your eyes are heavy, hard to keep open, but in the glimpses between slow, dark blinks you see four people in black body armor seated opposite you, as well as a man in dark gray scrubs.

You realize there are others next to you. All of you in blue short sleeve shirts and ill-fitting jeans, hair recently cut but at various stages of growth, restrained by straps across your chests, arms, feet, holding you to the bench under you. To your left, an armored interior door, two more people visible, the movement of streets passing through a windshield. You try to open your mouth to speak, but it's as if your tongue is coated in tar, and you manage nothing more than an empty parting of lips.

The vehicle stops. The guard opposite you stands and comes to unbuckle you from the bench, helping you to your feet. Your limbs feel wooden and heavy, slow to move. One guard opens the back of the vehicle, and false, colored light, illuminating the streets in the distance will first alert your senses of being somewhere else, combined with warm air that's only cooled with the setting of the sun. The nurse moves to stand at the back, checking each passenger over one by one just before they're helped out of the vehicle, quick and methodical. He doesn't climb out after you, moving to sit as the last passenger is unloaded.

The guards keep their heads down. Their actions are quick, firm, but not entirely unkind. Once all the passengers are out, they climb back into the vehicle and close the doors. The engine powers up again, and then the bus is gone.

You're left alone in an alley, with no idea of where you are or why you've been brought here.

Around the corner of the alley, there is the smell of beer and a weird yodel-like sound – no, wait. That is definitely yodeling and beer. Further movement forward will lead to you finding yourself in a busy area filled with multiple people carrying reusable cups full of liquid. You've just shown up at a party with a bunch of people wearing nearly identical clothing. The good thing is that everyone is probably too drunk to notice.

◉ Though entirely capable of independent action and thought, new characters will find themselves completely, unquestioningly compliant to any verbal statement which could be taken as a command or request.

> OKTOBERFEST

The message from El comes the same as usual: insistent, not waiting for any active attempt to open it. Scrolling within your vision as if being written while you're reading it.

I'm starting to think that the arrests last month mean that our friendly delivery men have had to change up what they're doing. Either way - the group waiting for you this time is huge. The get up? Blue shirts, all around. Let's see how long that lasts. Anyway. Arrival #8. You know the deal, don't you? I bet you're all already out there having a good time.

Although New Amsterdam is a mish-mash of world cultures, there are certain traditions that took root in the city as it began to form its identity. Yes, one was Anime Naexpo. Another? Oktoberfest. Hoping to capitalize on the heritage of the region, businesses throughout New Amsterdam pushed for the continued celebration of Oktoberfest. In fact, the only time it wasn't celebrated was during the Xelkoven War, as the fight between humans and AI meant that any celebrations were put by the wayside.

Perhaps even more so than having to work during an anime convention, Oktoberfest is not a fun time for customer service workers. All around, various different cashiers, food truck chefs and drivers, rickshawers, couriers and more find that they don't have a choice but to dress up in Dutch costumes recalling times of the past. These costumes are typically pulled out of some back closest and generally assigned to the employees, so some of them won't fit all that well. The problem is that it isn't cool enough to be dressed in these as the days cool off, and the only saving grace is that they get to work at night rather than the day. The early parts of their shifts are miserably hot, and things don't get better from there. If your character is a customer service employee, they can expect some uncomfortable days ahead.

Somehow, the discomfort of the various workers doesn't come in the way of the loud and festive activities. All around New Amsterdam, various tents go up selling a lot of different wares, many of which are probably second hand junk that people are trying to sell off for a few credits. This is the time when the Black Market stops working underground, instead opening temporary store fronts in tents that are far too nice for the wares they're providing (but at least they're trying to be a less obvious money laundering front). If someone's looking to get in good with the underground or get a sense of how to find these places for some actually illegal goods, Oktoberfest is a prime place to start.

Otherwise? Oktoberfest is likely full of what anyone would expect: a lot of beer, funny looking Bavarian clothing, a lot of live music, and a lot of opportunities for drunken folk to put on a good show. If your character is the type to look for an opening to grab some attention, this is the place to do it.

◉ There will be a lot of beers available in pretty much every single tent. The drinking age in New Amsterdam is 18, but it's equally unlikely that anyone will be checking implants with how busy everything will be. The most popular beer this year? "We're Lucky We're Not Cyborgs," an extremely hoppy IPA made by the most popular brewery in New Amsterdam. All of the beers are available in bottles that you can return for more, as businesses no longer sell alcohol by the can. Think of growlers – but in a far more manageable size! Feel free to come up with the cyberpunk name of your dreams for the beer. Or people can just drink the New Amsterdam River – which is the name of the beer with a picture of the man-made river on it. It's cheap, but reliable. Oh, and for those of you that don't like the taste of beer, there's cider and mead on tap at most places as well.

◉ There will be various stages all over for acts to perform, but the schedules will not be full. Before long, the characters will know that Oktoberfest is where some people plan to get discovered. And … it's also a place where some people become social media sensations, in either good or bad ways. Need to propose to someone? Need to show off your abs? These stages are the place to be. If someone's not up there, take the chance and make it your time to shine. Or … go down in infamy.

◉ Most of the food throughout the festival will harken back to its German heritage, albeit without a whole lot of success. There are sausages, but much like the hot dogs of today, it's likely better that you don't ask what's in them. A safe bet is the large array of potato dishes around. These are delicious – and cheap!

◉ There are some competitions, too! Virtual fencing – albeit in a very, very amateurish way – and virtual crossbow competitions happen throughout the three-day event. And then there's yodeling. One of the stages will be dedicated to this the entire time. Yes, people practice to win big, but that doesn't mean that everyone has to practice.

◉ Like with Oktoberfest of the past, celebrities will have their own VIP tent right in the heart of the financial district. If you have a favorite music, film, or movie star and they have a penchant for partying, this is the place to be. Sneaking in will be hard – but not impossible. Though some will find that they might have to work this tent. These celebrities can't go without their coffee or beer, after all.

> SAFEHOUSE

Access to the safehouse is a hatch hidden behind stacks of empty storage shelves in the back of an abandoned supermarket in an outer district of the city. The immediate area is similarly abandoned, empty stores, flanked by several blocks of dive bars and clubs which cater to more niche tastes. A place where people can come and go unseen, or, if seen, not spoken of. A dark haired woman called Gaby is ready to greet the new arrivals and get them settled in, brusque and no-nonsense – she'll be open for in depth questions later, but will advise everyone to ask the people who brought them in for the beginning bits of information.

◉ The safe house is a large open space, filled with rows of basic cots set up to sleep a large amount of people. Basic, but outfitted with everything necessary for daily life. A few doors lead to back rooms for storage, medical care and a large communal bathroom, and past the long rows of cots there is a communal kitchen, fully stocked, and an eating area. Privacy is at a minimum.

◉ New characters will be asked to pick their beds, and provided with a change of (second-hand, mismatched and somewhat threadbare) clothes and basic toiletries.

◉ While there were previously also NPC occupants of the safehouse, natives to New Amsterdam, these people have now been moved on to somewhere safer. A few of their belongings remain, discarded or accidentally abandoned.

◉ Gaby will make it clear to all new arrivals that if they have any requests or queries, they should contact her or El.

◉ There will be shifts when Gaby isn't present in the safehouse because she's shorthanded following the UNA attacks in our January event. New characters will find that if they try to open the hatch to leave during this time, it'll be sealed shut for anyone without a registered implant.

◉ The drugs making new characters compliant will remain in their systems for a few hours after their arrival at the safehouse before finally beginning to fade. They will be gone entirely after a night's rest. In the meantime, they may want to be careful of what others say to them.

◉ New characters will be given rudimentary access to the network on arrival in the safehouse, but will not have their ID set up yet. They will be able to make posts and replies, but their messages will be anonymous and they do not have inboxes yet.

◉ New characters will not be allowed to leave the safehouse until OCTOBER 9. These 4 days are for them to adjust, learn about the world they've arrived in from their fellows, and for El to speak with them and work on setting up their IDs.

> WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

As everyone goes to sleep, a familiar stomp vibrates through New Tokyo on the other side of the world. The wall outside of the city is stable at first, holding up, but the vibrations continue. The creature this time is twice as large as the one that hit New Amsterdam – 800m high, yet not seen until right around when the vibrations began. It should have been, by all rights: New Tokyo is no less secure than the other cities around the world, with constant surveillance and a dedication toward maintaining an idyllic life for its citizens. Its behavior is similar: it slams its tail against the outer wall of the city before it gives way, the destruction nearly absolute. In a panic, New Tokyo's UNA forces and police force move into action to try to bring down the monster and protect its citizens.

At the same time, whether they're still awake or already asleep, something stirs inside of the displaced. Their chests will glow without anything to bring it about – no power drawn on, either innate or new, and no skin touching. This glow seems to fatigue any of them if they're still awake, and will send anyone already asleep into a deeper one. Once they're under, the stirring within will give way to unrest that foments dreams and visions for many of the displaced. If they had a dream while they slept, characters will wake up with a burning sensation in their chest.

As for New Tokyo: it will be left in ruins by the time the UNA soldiers there manage to take down the monster. Several sections of the city remain intact – almost out of luck – and the governor of New Tokyo reports that they believe this monster came from outside of the city, having been given life by the unsafe conditions outside of the megacity. Within a few hours, this statement will be revised, with the governor admitting that he doesn't know what the monster was or where it came from, only that their surveillance saw that it came from outside.

The three dreams below are what each character will experience, though you can feel free to assume they managed to jar themselves awake before the dream finished. To get a dream, please comment below to get an RNGed number for the dream that they'll be having. Since these are unnatural dreams, you can feel free to have your character remember it in its entirety – or not, if that's what you'd prefer.

If you have multiple characters, we suggest you only have one experience a dream, but it's ultimately up to you!

> DREAM 001

A blue glow illuminates the site – offering light on a foggy morning, with everyone having completed their journey to this final destination. A sense of fatigue and relief that washes over everyone there, but also an inner warmth that seems to radiate from the site itself. Huge rocks rise up on either side of the site, acting as shielding barriers for these followers and what lies ahead of them. Despite the lack of natural light cast through the thick fog, there's still a distant glow, leading them forward.

You find yourself among these people, well aware of the many miles you walked to get here, most of it on an incline. Around you, the clothes that people wear are worn, tattered, made from wool that's begun to wear down. How long have you all been traveling? It's hard to say – hard to guess, only that you know that you were all drawn here. No single story is the same. Some saw symbols: triangles that glowed when they saw them in the periphery, as well as bits of circles coming together. The tree of life. Perfect like nature in its finest form. Others could never put the words to what they experienced.

Each of you feel the draw now. It resonates within you, fills you up. Just ahead, there are structures that seem to float in space, and when you draw closer, a clear, light blue bridge appears. The walk forward requires a leap of faith – and there are some unwilling to take it. Afraid. They wonder if they've wasted their time.

But you haven't. You walk forward, and the bridge carries you forward. You can't tell if you're walking or literally carried, but eventually you come to an alcove where a strange circular structure stands. As you step closer, it comes to life, a mixture of lights and – no, not sounds. But the same resonating warmth.

You walk into it and –

– you find yourself somewhere else. Somewhere new.

> DREAM 002

– this is not where you belong where you've chosen to live – this is not it this is not it this is not it –

Your fingers spread, wrapping around the nearest metal instrument to drag it close. You test the edge against your skin, drawing out a sharp pain. You never asked for this particular experience. But every day, you feel it.

It's time to take back what you can. The walls around you are white, pristine. Somehow, you know that they weren't a day ago. One of the others you know got sick, doubled over after a bad interaction with a medication. You see them now, dark rings under their eyes, a shaved head. How do you know this? Your mind doesn't answer you. You just react. Someone in a coat as white as the room draws closer. Checking your vital signs. Your breathing picks up – your lungs hurt. You lash out with the instrument, cutting deep. A bright red spreads. A sick smile creeps over your lips. You know that color, deep within you. You know it.

And then there's nothing.

And then life moves on (your life moves on). Has time passed? The room is different. The person with the red splotch of color on their lab coat is gone, and your build is different. More gangly, uncontrolled. Deep down, you feel an unabiding frustration. You hear a shout: "Put them down!" It's too late. A fire erupts. The doors seal.

> DREAM 003

You recognize the walls. The building. But there's some barrier between you and it, a constant, subdued fog that lies between you and your surroundings. The lights are bright. Everyone moves in a single file, dressed in the same white scrubs. You're among them. The workers walk alongside you, occasionally checking your vital signs. Sometimes they make you grab each other's hands, noting the shift in reactions or responses.

The air here is cool. Stale. Your head is cold, recently shaven. Like everyone else, sans a few. It looks like it's been a while since they had a haircut. You don't recognize them, not like the others. You're certain that you recognize the others.

Thought is difficult to process. There's an IV into your arm. You try to make out more of your surroundings, but the fog encroaches and takes over. You're missing your chance. Your chance to know where you are – were? Who did this to you?

Distantly, you see a marking on a wall. Letters. P - R - O - PROJECT. You're certain of it. What else is there? Nothing. No. Something, but not another word. It's a symbol of some kind, or – an animal? There's a splotch of yellow, bright and prominent on its breast, with a dark V that cuts down. The fog obscures the rest.

> FINAL OOC NOTES

This arrival log is a little different, as it doubles as a prologue for our monthly event! Everyone's character can have one of the dreams, and it'll hit them anytime within a day of the attack on New Tokyo. This does include anyone new to the game! So, please go ahead and comment below to have your dreaming character assigned a number. All assignments will be random on our part!

Welcome to Meadowlark, newbies! You're now free to post to the network and logs comms. To reiterate, your characters will have no IDs or inboxes, nor be allowed out of the safehouse until OCTOBER 9 (MARCH 17). At that point it's expected they'll have gotten a good idea of their new situation from their fellow characters, and will have discussed their background and job potentials with El in order for their false IDs to be set up.

All arrival logs act as mingles, so older players can please feel free to top level for the festivities described!

If you have any questions or ideas about how you'd like to get your character involved in the world, please head over to the plot engagement post and drop us a comment! For questions specific to this log, there is a thread below.

Please check out our March calendar rundown for a look at things happening this month, as well as some additional notes from the mods.

As a reminder, AC for new characters accepted in March will be 10 comments across 2-4 threads, while current characters will need to provide the full AC of 20 comments across 2-4 threads. AC will be posted on April 1 and close on April 7. If you do not reply to AC, you will be considered idled and dropped from the game. We will not post a warning list.

> NAVIGATION

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

My name's Rey.

[ She keeps her voice slow. By now, Rey has mastered this. She tries to make an effort to find at least one of the new arrivals each time a new batch gets dropped off, and she's improving her tendency to avoid making demands lest they feel obligated to answer them.

This girl makes it easy -- she makes the demands, gives Rey a chance to answer them. ]

I'm like you.

Like me?

[ to caroline, "like you" has nothing to do with the soft blue glow echoing in their chests (which she's yet to see) or the status of displaced that they share. it's something much more primal. and rey's claim... it sounds — well, extremely unlikely. rey moves slow, easy. the feral part of caroline's brain, the hungry part, the desperate to feed part — that part screams out prey, that rey's easy to take down, that her slim frame and pale skin promise something so desperately needed.

no. control. breathe. she won't let go, she won't give in, she's better than that. she can be better than that.

caroline takes a breath, steady and slow, and closes her eyes. it takes a moment, and then another, but eventually, the veins under her eyes subside. the fangs don't retract quite as quickly, but they're hidden by a closed mouth until they do. ]

What do you mean, like me?

Lost. Far from home.

[ Laughable. That implies she'd ever have a home, and she didn't. But that's the principle. ]

You don't know this city, do you? Maybe not even this planet.

[ this planet? ]

No. [ she knows she's not in virginia, that's for damn sure, but as far as anything more specific? there's no way. she definitely hadn't been the geography whiz kid in middle school. ] I don't.

[ and she hates admitting it, but it's really the least of her problems. ]

Where am I?

New Amsterdam. On Earth.

[ This is the important information, Rey thinks. Step one of informing her. That seems to be the important part of setting her up to trust Rey and come back to the safehouse where they can get her an ID. ]

New Amsterdam? [ the earth part is a relief, to be quite honest. she's not sure she would have been prepared for finding out she'd been transported into space on top of everything else. ] Like, tulips and people living on boats Amsterdam?

[ that's all she knows about the city. thanks, romcoms. she doesn't so much question the prefix, though, because... well, she doesn't really know any better. maybe the full name of the city was new amsterdam the whole time. ]

I don't know how I got to New Amsterdam. I don't even remember leaving Mystic Falls. Honestly, I don't even remember — [ getting out of that cage. a hand reaches up, suddenly, palming over her neck and pushing aside the neckline of her shoulder, fingertips feeling for wounds that have clearly long since healed. she's used to healing fast, but those were wooden bullets. vervain burns. there should be something there, if she hasn't eaten. her hair should be longer, she should be in pain. none of this makes any sense. ]

I don't know what's going on.

[ obviously. ]

I can explain.

[ Rey offers it softly, earnestly. She doesn't want to seem too overwhelming about it, but she wants to help. She wants Caroline to feel safe and understood in a way that Rey didn't have when she got here. ]

And if you want, I can take you somewhere safe. If you stay out here like this, people will notice that you don't belong here. You'll be in danger.

[ she's too tired. too hungry, too tired, too completely overwhelmed to even consider freaking out — she leans into rey's sturdy offer for support rather than fight it.

if it winds up being a trap, she'll deal with it then. for now, she just wants to get out of this weird festival and away from all the noise. ]

Okay. [ so compliant. ] Explain, safe place, both. I just want to get out of here.

[ a beat ]

Thank you, Rey.

Don't—

[ 'Don't mention it.' She swallows that command. It almost gets out, but she's getting better at this. She pulls a tight smile. ]

... It's nothing.

[ She gestures ahead on the street. ]

The safehouse is this way.

It's not nothing.

[ it's not. she might be tired and hungry and freaked out, but somebody showing up out of the blue and opting to help her rather than take advantage is not nothing to caroline. it's human and kind and she appreciates it more than she thinks she might be able to explain.

it makes her think of stefan, his calm voice in the bathroom talking her down while his hands wiped blood off her face, and something twists in her chest. she doesn't deserve this kind of help, and she doesn't think rey would offer it if the girl knew what she was, but she's grateful for it all the same. ]

I'd still be going through the garbage if you hadn't showed up.

There's nothing wrong with going through the garbage if it's what you need to do to survive.

[ Rey has literally been there. So there's something firm and compassionate in how she says that, but she takes care in walking alongside Caroline without getting too close. They're strangers, after all, but Rey is still apparently the friendliest face Caroline has seen. ]

I'm just helping you do it a little more efficiently is all.

It's just —

[ she pauses for a moment as they cross under an overpass; in the distance, holographic billboards splay out for a new entertainment series. lights everywhere, sound still spilling out from the party scene of the festival; it's a little overwhelming. caroline has to mentally shake herself out of paying attention to everything to avoid getting lost in thought or in practice. she can't afford to lose sight of rey. ]

It's nice of you to help. You don't have to do that. [ at least, she doesn't think she does. ] Have you been here long? In New Amsterdam?

[ man, that sounds weird to say. ]

A few months.

[ She reaches up to rub at her hair where it sticks to her neck, just barely. Not enough to cut it shorter, but enough to gather sweat. ]

I know that's not what you want to hear.

No, it's okay.

[ she'd — gotten resigned, honestly, back in brady's van. the feeling of loneliness, of knowing that that was how she was going to die? alone, forgotten, unwanted. that stefan and elena and bonnie had turned their backs on her, that tyler had abandoned her, that damon had never cared? she'd accepted it, a truth she'd already known on some level (always the back-up, never the first choice) but hadn't wanted to swallow.

if being here was the alternative to dying? well, it was a better one. she might not have her daylight ring and she might have to figure out how to survive on rats instead of bunnies, but she could do this. nobody was shooting her with wooden bullets or spraying her with vervain, nobody was actively trying to hurt her. she could make this work. ]

Really. It's okay. It's — not the worst place I've ever been, honestly. And you're way nicer than the last guy I remember talking to, so... [ she shrugs ] It'll be okay.

The last person you remember talking to?

[ It's a fleeting hope, but Rey can't help pursuing it, even knowing how unlikely it is. ]

One of the people who took you?

[ rey means the guards, the nurses, but caroline's brain skips over the van completely and rolls back to her last memory in a place that makes sense. ]

The guy who took me, yeah. Kidnapped me, actually. [ she kicks at a discarded can in the street, and it goes flying forward, far further than it should from the average joe's attempt at field goals. maybe it's irritation, maybe it's maybelline. ] He put me in a freaking cage and shot me, can you believe that?

[ a huff. ]

Such a dick.

A cage? I don't remember a cage.

[ She looks puzzled but also invested. It's the first she's heard of anyone remembering a specific 'he' that's not just a nurse in the van. ]

Why would you remember? You weren't there.

[ duh, rey. but it's a good thing, too, because rey doesn't seem like the type of girl who deserves to get put in a werewolf torture van and shot. that sort of thing was reserved for monsters like caroline. ]

Wait. Do people normally remember other people's memories here?

[ please say no. she really doesn't need that kind of tmi in her life. ]

What? No.

[ Rey looks baffled. ]

But we were all taken by the same people. You know. The ones who drugged us, who put these things in our chests.

I know that. [ or she did now, anyway. the defensiveness is fleeting, just a momentary stumbling block. ]

I didn't — that's not what I meant. I don't remember any of that.

The people who took you here.

[ She makes the correction with a noise of exasperation. ]

The ones who experimented on us. That's who I wanted to hear about.

I don't remember. [ repeats it, even though rey already knows. and from the way rey had perked up, maybe nobody did. maybe that's why she was so interested.

not in caroline's own life, but in things that related back to the rest of them. of course. nobody was ever that interested in caroline's problems. she should have known better. ]

Sorry.

It's not your fault. It's what they did. To all of us.

[ She sounds resentful and angry because she is both of those things. Honestly the longer this drags out the harder the hurt is gonna be for whoever took them and experimented on them. It flickers away back into the realm of 'can't do shit about it now' after a moment, though, and something else takes the forefront. ]

Where were you taken before?

The woods. [ didn't everything terrible and supernatural in mystic falls happen in the woods? ] It's a long story.

[ blah blah werewolves vs vampires, the whole supernatural blood feud that would make the montagues and capulets look like a disney movie. but she doesn't want to start off her adventures in a new city (new amsterdam, she reminds herself, trying to make the name stick in her memory) by dropping that bombshell right away.

maybe if rey had found her after she'd been successful at finding something to eat, she might have said something. but as it was, caroline just shrugged. ]

The last thing I remember before this is being in a cage, so — this is, like, the weirdest kind of 'get out of jail free' card.

Out of the rancor cage and into the sarlacc pit?

[ It's maybe not the most familiar of sayings, across-galaxy, but it's familiar to Rey, and it's simple enough that she suspects the sentiment will convey regardless. Or, possibly, Rey is just too used to operating across languages and picking up on the intent of their colloquialisms quickly as a result. She isn't really used to attributing any of her polyglot skills as useful or exceptional--just necessary. ]

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