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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-12-11 02:23 am

Second Life -- Welcome to Fairplay [Stage 1]

It had been the usual mission briefing, not that any of them remembered it. The crew knew they were gone and had no idea when they'd be back, and likely wouldn't attempt rescue for quite some time, especially with Stacy considering the mission "ongoing."

They had no idea when they'd be back, either, namely because they never remembered being on the ship in the first place.

It was home. It had always been home.

Welcome to Fairplay, Iowa, folks, happiest little town in the Midwest.

[ooc: Read this before tagging.]

Location: Somewhere in the town

[identity profile] behaemmert.livejournal.com 2010-12-11 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Vita blinked into the light of the sun, momentarily dazed.

What a strange dream, she thought, but as she thought so, the details already faded. Spaceships, really. How weird.

Groaning, the little delinquent stretched herself, then jumped off the small wall she had been napping on. Sheesh, this day sure was going to be as boring as the last few ones had been...

For a moment, she wondered where the others were. That stupid Nantoka, or whatever her name was. Hayate... How dare Nantoka get along better with Hayate than Vita did!

Growling, Vita shook her head. She was already getting annoyed. She'd just...

What had she been doing? It had been something important. Riiight. Important. Like skipping classes. Sure was important. The delinquent ignored the nagging feeling that there was something else that had been important.

After all, she was just another resident of Fairplay, Iowa, and had never been anything else than a normal person on a normal world.
Edited 2010-12-12 17:37 (UTC)
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Location: Takamachi Family Bakery / Main Street

[personal profile] starlightace 2010-12-11 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Nanoha never stayed around after school, and today was no exception - the girl quickly ducked into one of the school restrooms to change into her uniform (really, just a pink shirt and an apron) and quickly headed downtown to her family's bakery. She warmly greeted her mother and father as she situated herself behind the cash register, relieving her dad of the duty.

It was her part-time job, and it was an important one. But she'd had some very strange dreams last night, hadn't she?

Location: Somewhere in the residential area

[identity profile] thunder-ace.livejournal.com 2010-12-11 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Fate was having one of those dreams where you just didn't want to wake up.

She was flying, as free as a bird, through a clear blue sky. The city was far below her, and even the skyscrapers looked no bigger than anthills. She had never felt so free... and she hadn't felt this happy since the time before her beloved sister died.

She wasn't alone, either. Not too far off to her right was a streak of pink, but when she tried to move close to see who the person was, a loud buzzing sound interrupted her.


... And she woke up.

With a sigh, she rolled out of bed, grabbed a set of fresh clothes, and went about her daily morning rituals, with one addition; taking care to cover up the dark bruise blooming just under her left eye. No need to draw attention to herself and get asked unwanted questions, right?

After freshening up and eating, Fate grabbed her schoolbag and her house keys, locked the front door behind her, and began making her way to school.
Edited 2010-12-11 21:06 (UTC)

Location: Lunch Room / Fairplay High School

[identity profile] icanhashat.livejournal.com 2010-12-11 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
The white noise of the students was like a heavy robe clinging to Jayne as he shuffled around the large open area with a broom that was just a little too short for the broad shouldered janitor. Like most of his tools they were imperfect and in this sense he hand to stoop a little to use it with the dustpan to catch stray peas, french fries, scraps of paper and whatever else the ungrateful and dismissive student body would drop.

The Teachers were just as bad. It seemed that everyone had long since decided that as the Janitor was paid to clean up after them, they would make him earn every cent of his paycheck.

Like so many days in the past and likely thousands more in the future Jayne's mind was not on his work, but unlike most days he was focused on something else instead of shuffling through his day to day like a zombie.

It had been a dream, that's all it had been and even now the details were fading from memory. All he remembered clearly was waking up with a surge of heat in his limbs and strong urge to break something.

But that's all it was. A dream nothing more. So long as he kept his head down and did his job he would live on to have many more dreams in his alcohol infused slumbers.

Re: Location: Lunch Room / Fairplay High School

[identity profile] neverwastenaya.livejournal.com 2010-12-11 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Tenaya carefully made her way through the cafeteria, being sure to stay toward the sides of the room. Her lunch tray was in one arm, held close, while she used her other hand to maneuver her cane. Though she'd had strange dreams the night before, she couldn't afford to think about them right now. She had to find an empty table.

Though it was weird, to be honest. She'd had dreams before about still having her sight, but they mostly involved doing things she'd done before the fire--playing basketball, going to the movies, hanging out with friends. Why she dreamed now that she was some kind of martial artist or something was beyond her.

It hadn't bothered Dylan when she mentioned it at breakfast; "Tennie, it's probably normal. You had dreams like that before the fire, so you're probably just adjusting back to normal. Now I've got to get to work, so get your backpack and let's go."

"...Damn," she muttered when she realized she'd reached the last row of tables. None of the corner seats were empty--or kids were purposely moving into them just to mess with her. Searching down the middle seats would be harder--she couldn't just tap at the edges to feel for anyone's feet; she was still too new to everything to have figured out a system. The only other option would be to ask for help.

Home - At each character's home

[identity profile] i-saw-myself.livejournal.com 2010-12-11 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd dreamed of flying, of the wind sweeping through his hair, and the sky spread out before him, orange and cotton-candy pink, spread wide open like a new book with an ending he hadn't read yet.

The part he liked most was that he was never alone in these dreams. Someone was with him, a friend, flying with him, but he never saw them. He just knew they had to be there for him to be flying at all. Other times, there was a third person, sitting behind him, their strong, slender arms wrapped around his chest. It never mattered where he was going, it never mattered where he'd been, all that mattered was he was up in the sky and he was free, and at the same time, never alone, and somehow he knew there was someplace to go back to when he was done, someplace that felt like home.

It was a nice dream, but the problem with dreams was that he always had to wake up, and that's what he did, started awake in his bed. What had woken him up was the loud pounding on his bedroom door.

"Harold! Wake up." His father's curt voice was on the other side. "Harold! Only lazy asses sleep like this in the middle of the day! Wake up!"

"I'm awake! I'm awake," Hiccup--no, Harold Stenson muttered, pushing himself up in his bed, and kicking the blanket off with his foot. Reaching down, his hand scrambled around on the floor for one of his stump socks, until he found one.

The pounding continued. "Harold!"

"I said I'm up, dad." He didn't raise his voice. It was never a good idea to raise his voice at his father. "Don't have my leg on. You know it takes a minute."

That got him a reprieve, at least.

"Well, hurry it up and come downstairs. We're going to the Barber. You need to cut your damn hair--it's gotten too long."

He heard his father leave, and put his hand up to his hair, which was slightly mussy, and not really that long. It was at that perfect length where it was long, but didn't look like an emo haircut or anything.



It didn't matter, though. It never mattered what he liked or what he wanted.

Sighing quietly, Hiccup strapped his prosthetic on.
governorkang: (Human - Serious)

Main Street - Dae Soung Shik Dang/local bar

[personal profile] governorkang 2010-12-11 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Gonna be a bit late coming home tonight, 'licia.

Kang sighed and rested the back of his head on the wall behind him, flipping his phone open and shut. His parents had been on his case especially hard that day, going on about how he never had time for them anymore, and had stopped helping them out in the restaurant; he'd stayed after school a little bit later than usual to talk to one of the bullied students. Practically no one else on campus gave a shit about them, and it bothered him.

Parents? How late?

Yeah. Any later than ten, I'll call you.

The next message took a little longer. His wife knew how stressed he'd been lately, and understood that sometimes he needed a bit of time to himself.

Alright. Love you.

You too.

He put his phone away and took a deep breath before reaching for his jacket and telling his parents he was leaving for the night in Korean. Bundled up against the cold, he began the short walk to one of the local bars he was fond of. He used to love winter, but ever since that mortar in Iraq and the surgery, his knee had a tendency to ache in the cold weather. Kang gritted his teeth and pressed on, though, having grown used to the pain.

Location: Church of St. Michael

[identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com 2010-12-11 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Father Carl Thomas' mind drifted a bit. It happened a lot, lately. He was, after all, one of the oldest people in Fairplay.

But a moment passed, and his the sharpness of mind that characterized the aging priest returned to him.

Ah, that was right. He was in the middle of a sermon. Though he couldn't see them--shrapnel from the war so many years ago took his sight from him--he knew his congregation was giving him an odd look for having spaced out in that moment.

Ah well, no matter.

"The holidays are coming up soon," he said as he resumed speaking. "And I hope, as tired a sentiment as it may sound, that you remember the true meaning behind Christ's birth. In this age where the idea of 'self first, others second' reigns highly in people's mind, it's become difficult to see the teachings of our Lord. To love your neighbor, and respect your fellow man. To love the sinner but revile the sin."

"I hate to say it, but you don't see much of any of that these days. No one takes the time to be decent to one another, to provide for those in greater need. Of course, during the Christmas season, we buy each other material goods, and feel a bit better about ourselves."

"But that alone isn't what He would have wanted. Materialism? That isn't His plan. If you want to feel better about yourself, go out and really help someone. Give to the homeless, help someone less fortunate. Just do something to actually make the world a better place. That is what our Lord would want."

After his speech was over, he began to feel weak again. He decided this was as good a place as any to end mass.

"Go in peace to love and serve the Lord," he said, more out of habit now than actual meaning. It wasn't like anyone here would actually listen to what he was saying.

As usual, he stood at the door as his congregation left. As they made their way out, he could hear some of them speaking about him.

"Who does he think he is, talking to us like that?" one whispered. "Old freak," said another.

His heart sank. Even after all of these years, his words couldn't reach these people. They only came because they fear hell more than they believe in God.

Once more, he felt like nothing more than a useless old man.

Re: Main Street - Dae Soung Shik Dang/local bar

[identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com 2010-12-12 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
When Kang reached the bar, he'd find an odd if familiar sight.

At the bar was seated the aging Father Carl Thomas. His drink, a scotch on the rocks, with just the smallest splash of water (it helped bring out the flavor, he liked to say). At his feet sat his seeing-eye dog, an old golden Labrador named Sigmund (or, more often, Siggy for short).

Father Thomas turned his head when Kang entered--more to hear than to look--recognizing the sound of his gait. He'd recognize the sound of that limp anywhere.

"Kang," he said, with a somber chuckle, raising his glass to him. "Always a pleasure to see you again, as it were."
birthmural: (Is this real or is this fantasy?)

Re: Home - At each character's home

[personal profile] birthmural 2010-12-12 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Damon Halestrom awoke at 4:38 in the morning. He was covered in sweat and his blankets had been tossed aside onto the floor. His pillow was straight across the room. His chest burned.

Damon pushed himself out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. Leaning onto the sink, he turned one of the knobs and cupped his hands under the ice cold water. He splashed his face with it until his heavy breathing came under control. But the pain in his chest was still there. He lifted his head to look at himself in the mirror and froze.

On his chest, emblazoned in fire, was an inverted pentacle inside a circle. But no sooner had he seen it than the image disappeared. He trailed his fingers over his chest but the skin was smooth- there wasn’t as much as a scratch on it.

He stood there, completely still, turning over the thoughts in his head. He was desperately trying to remember… something. His dreams, he supposed. Even in his sleep he could not escape his own demons.

“God give me strength.” He mumbled. To make it through another day.
Edited 2010-12-12 00:24 (UTC)

Re: Location: Lunch Room / Fairplay High School

[identity profile] puny-parker.livejournal.com 2010-12-12 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd offer a seat, but it'd probably wouldn't do any wonders for your image to be seens siting next to the so-called pyro-kid." came a voice from the table, accompanied by the slight tap of the voice's owner prodding at his food.

[identity profile] boundlesslight.livejournal.com 2010-12-12 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Corinne awoke, as she always did, precisely at 4:00 AM in preparation for the day. She would get ready, be out the door by 5, and begin her early-morning practice at 5:30. As the cheerleading squad's resident 'flying girl', thrown through the air in almost every stunt, she had to be sure everyone was prepared to catch her.

The odd thing, she thought as she sat on the side of the bed, was that she'd dreamed of flying for real. The surroundings weren't anything like this quiet winter land, not at all. There were vibrant cities, wide open skies, and people around her. They were laughing, and there was an odd rich quality to it that she hadn't heard in a long time. Genuine laughter.

It was just nerves, right? She mustn't allow herself to get distracted by silly games. The true goal was cheering for victory on the field! If she did that, she'd get the glory---and for a moment at least, there'd be smiles on the faces around her.

Time to go. Her family had already left for work, so all that was left was to clean up, warm up, and eat a granola bar on the run.
governorkang: (Human - Looking down)

[personal profile] governorkang 2010-12-12 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Kang couldn't help a smile at seeing the old man, and the dog. "You too, Father Thomas. Hey, Siggy." He knelt down with a wince and gave the Lab a bit of attention before taking a seat next to the priest and ordering himself a beer.

"I'm surprised we haven't gotten more snow yet. It's usually deeper this time of year."
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Re: Location: Church of St. Michael

[personal profile] birthmural 2010-12-12 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Damon Halestrom was beside the priest although he took little notice of what the people were saying. His head was bowed and he was focused on breathing slowly. At least this time he wasn't coated in sweat. And he wasn't curled up in the bathroom having a panic attack.

"You spoke well, Father." So what if that was true only in comparison to Daimon?

[identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com 2010-12-12 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Easier for me, at least," Carl said, taking another sip of scotch. "Siggy has trouble getting through snowbanks."

[identity profile] heretic-witch.livejournal.com 2010-12-12 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Nunnally Prince didn't want to wake up. She never did, but today especially. She'd been having the strangest dream -- piloting a giant robot, a battle raging in the midst of the big city, like something out of a cartoon.

But just as dreams always did, this one faded into darkness and the realization that she was at home, lying in bed, nowhere special, and her alarm was blaring to let her know it was time to get up. She opened her eyes and sighed, reaching over to turn the clock off. Her aunt was probably at work by now, she always was at this time of morning, so Nunnally could get away with rolling over and going back to sleep...

...if she wanted to put up with the lecture she would surely receive for skipping school. Even if she deleted the inevitable message from the answering machine, it would get out somehow. Finally, she managed to sit up and climb out of bed. Today was going to be another wonderful day.

Re: Location: Church of St. Michael

[identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com 2010-12-12 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmn," the old priest grunted. "Thank you, Damon. At least someone listens to what this old man has to say."

He sighed as he turned to go back inside. He took note of the collection basket, left at the foot of one of the rear-most pews. Only a handful of dollar bills and some loose change.

Wasn't this supposed to be the season of giving?
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Re: Home - At each character's home

[personal profile] governorkang 2010-12-12 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Go find Gloth," Kang ordered tersely, pointing ahead into the chaos. "He's in the fight somewhere. Tell him to take First Squadron and retreat with all speed back to Support Squadron. We'll fall back under their covering fire."

The soldier - did he have wings? - nodded and disappeared into the fray. He blinked; who the hell was Gloth, anyways?

He turned to issue more orders, and cursed at a hand on his shoulder -


He shook his head at the memory of the dream as he ate his breakfast. While it was common for him to dream of the war, he'd been having a lot of strange ones lately, involving names he didn't recognize, attached to blurry, non-human faces. Wings tended to show up often, too. Must be because of stress.

It was wearing on him, dealing with the kids at school who were bullied and nothing being done about it, and his parents getting on his case about nearly everything. He and his wife had made yet another visit to the doctor, and still didn't know why they'd so far been unable to have a child; of course, his parents' reaction had been to yet again lay the blame solely on the fact that he hadn't married a nice Korean girl like they'd always told him to.

The clicking of Felicia's heels on the floor brought him out of his thoughts. "I'm off to work. Are you sure you're alright?"

Kang nodded, smiling wanly, "I'm fine. Another dream, is all."

She frowned, but dropped it for the time being and gave him a quick kiss, "I'll see you later." He watched her leave, and got up to finish getting ready for work himself.
Edited 2010-12-12 02:28 (UTC)
governorkang: (Human - Smile)

[personal profile] governorkang 2010-12-12 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Laughing, Kang gave the dog another pat on the head, "He probably hates them about as much as I do now. How've you been, Father?"

[identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com 2010-12-12 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, just the usual for this time of year," he said. "My joints ache and everyone pretends to be cheery, but at least they make those cakes I love down at the bakery for Christmas."
governorkang: (Human - Happy)

[personal profile] governorkang 2010-12-12 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Those are the best thing about Christmas in this town," Kang agreed, taking a sip of his beer. "I think Felicia said something about picking one up later this week. I'm looking forward to it."

[identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com 2010-12-12 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"It's always important to make time for little indulgences," Carl said with a smirk, holding up his glass.
governorkang: (Human - Serious)

[personal profile] governorkang 2010-12-12 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"As long as it's done in moderation," Kang clinked his bottle against Carl's glass. His voice was a little subdued, though, as he spoke.

[identity profile] daemonomicon.livejournal.com 2010-12-12 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
That tone of voice got Carl concerned.

"Something the matter, Kang?" he asked delicately. "More...problems?"

[Drraaaags self away from WoW...] School Gym

[identity profile] short-changed.livejournal.com 2010-12-12 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Pass it, pass it!"

Ed received the basketball as he wheeled circles around his opponents, sweat-matted jocks playing through the lunch break. This was the life, no distractions, no weird dreams, no terrifying pus oozing sin against God: just him and his basketball.

Firing a shot like a cannon, it hit nothing but net. "Whoo!"

"Lightning Elric strikes again," remarked one of his classmates, someone who he couldn't, for the life of him, remember his name right now.

Ed smirked as he shrugged. "I'm just good at what I do." And with that, he rolled to the side and picked up his drink, taking a long sip of it.

Yeah, no weird dreams.

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