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Calypso Major
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[fieldbox=Welcome!, gold, dashed, 10]
As the group stepped through the old wooden door, their stomachs dropped, their heads whirled, and their toes tingled. It was like riding a very high-speed rollercoaster on it's highest dropping point, adrenaline-powered fire in their veins, unable to see anything but black.
But as quick as it started, it finished, leaving the group disoriented for a few seconds before looking in front of them. The air was moist, small droplets came from the darkened clouds above, and would've landed on them had they been on the same physical plane as the living. Instead, they felt the small water bits pass through them, giving off the feeling of a small chill.
The building in front of them was quite smaller than expected, no more than two stories above ground. A few people visibly shown their confusion, the feeling written all over their faces. A harsh laugh welcomed them back to reality- or, well, something akin to it.
"Welcome to Rochester, New York! One of the rainiest cities in the country, it has all sorts of fun stuff- not to mention it's under my jurisdiction, so it's almost ten times easier to do what I want." Without waiting for a reply, Otto began to walk forward, stopping under the small canopy the building provided. "Well, aren't you all coming in?"
Once everybody entered the door, the first thing they had to do was walk down a flight of stairs, lit nicely by wall lights giving off a yellow-ish glow. The stairs ended on a floor with what seemed to be a common space, a couple loveseats and bean bags thrown across the floor lazily, with a small fireplace accenting the room. There was also a hallway which led to a single elevator, another space furniture with a very large table, and a door (presumably a set of stairs for the building). There was also another door on the opposite side of the elevator, labeled 'Supervisor Otto-the-man'.
Quickly, Otto rushed to the elevator, making sure to point out the list of people and their corresponding room, a key hanging just below each pairing. "Welp, here's your keys, and you all can just hop on the elevator and check out your places. If you have any questions or concerns, I'll be in my office." And with that said, the blonde man went to enter his office, a ghostly hand landing on the doorknob before he stopped.
"Oh! Be sure to come back down here around seven, alright?" Not waiting for a response, he entered his office, the door shutting behind him with a final click.
A clock placed above his door ticked, the current time being 4:59 PM.
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[fieldbox=Catherine Octavul, #993366, dashed, 10, Times New Roman]
Catherine watched as the man introduced himself as Otto, unsure what to think as she observed his actions. Why was he so...immature? Surely, he must have some redeeming qualities, if he's in charge of the entire city of Rochester? Speaking of which, how did they even get here? Last thing she remembered...
Oh, what did she remember? A wooden door, a speech about being dead, and then...?
Darkness.
With the click of the door closing, she was snapped back to reality, and - looking down - realized she had started to scratch at her wrist, the unbruised parts starting to turn a slight red. Ah, that must be a habit. Removing her hands, she decided to actually look at who else was in her not-so-little group, taking note of the fact that nearly all of them were taller than her - with the exception of a short, faded blonde girl who seemed to be younger than herself.
For a second, a wave of an indescribable emotion swept through the eggplant-haired female, but it was quickly brushed aside as she noticed her name on the list mentioned. Quickly walking up to it, she read what floor she was on before grabbing the small key. Curiosity got the better of her, and she read the name of the person who would be her neighbor, before scuttling off closer to the door which may or may not lead to the set of stairs. As Catherine watched the crowd, she contemplated whether or not she would take the elevator.
Most likely, she'd wait until the majority of the others left, then take it herself.
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[fieldbox=Welcome!, gold, dashed, 10]
As the group stepped through the old wooden door, their stomachs dropped, their heads whirled, and their toes tingled. It was like riding a very high-speed rollercoaster on it's highest dropping point, adrenaline-powered fire in their veins, unable to see anything but black.
But as quick as it started, it finished, leaving the group disoriented for a few seconds before looking in front of them. The air was moist, small droplets came from the darkened clouds above, and would've landed on them had they been on the same physical plane as the living. Instead, they felt the small water bits pass through them, giving off the feeling of a small chill.
The building in front of them was quite smaller than expected, no more than two stories above ground. A few people visibly shown their confusion, the feeling written all over their faces. A harsh laugh welcomed them back to reality- or, well, something akin to it.
"Welcome to Rochester, New York! One of the rainiest cities in the country, it has all sorts of fun stuff- not to mention it's under my jurisdiction, so it's almost ten times easier to do what I want." Without waiting for a reply, Otto began to walk forward, stopping under the small canopy the building provided. "Well, aren't you all coming in?"
Once everybody entered the door, the first thing they had to do was walk down a flight of stairs, lit nicely by wall lights giving off a yellow-ish glow. The stairs ended on a floor with what seemed to be a common space, a couple loveseats and bean bags thrown across the floor lazily, with a small fireplace accenting the room. There was also a hallway which led to a single elevator, another space furniture with a very large table, and a door (presumably a set of stairs for the building). There was also another door on the opposite side of the elevator, labeled 'Supervisor Otto-the-man'.
Quickly, Otto rushed to the elevator, making sure to point out the list of people and their corresponding room, a key hanging just below each pairing. "Welp, here's your keys, and you all can just hop on the elevator and check out your places. If you have any questions or concerns, I'll be in my office." And with that said, the blonde man went to enter his office, a ghostly hand landing on the doorknob before he stopped.
"Oh! Be sure to come back down here around seven, alright?" Not waiting for a response, he entered his office, the door shutting behind him with a final click.
A clock placed above his door ticked, the current time being 4:59 PM.
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[fieldbox=Catherine Octavul, #993366, dashed, 10, Times New Roman]
Catherine watched as the man introduced himself as Otto, unsure what to think as she observed his actions. Why was he so...immature? Surely, he must have some redeeming qualities, if he's in charge of the entire city of Rochester? Speaking of which, how did they even get here? Last thing she remembered...
Oh, what did she remember? A wooden door, a speech about being dead, and then...?
Darkness.
With the click of the door closing, she was snapped back to reality, and - looking down - realized she had started to scratch at her wrist, the unbruised parts starting to turn a slight red. Ah, that must be a habit. Removing her hands, she decided to actually look at who else was in her not-so-little group, taking note of the fact that nearly all of them were taller than her - with the exception of a short, faded blonde girl who seemed to be younger than herself.
For a second, a wave of an indescribable emotion swept through the eggplant-haired female, but it was quickly brushed aside as she noticed her name on the list mentioned. Quickly walking up to it, she read what floor she was on before grabbing the small key. Curiosity got the better of her, and she read the name of the person who would be her neighbor, before scuttling off closer to the door which may or may not lead to the set of stairs. As Catherine watched the crowd, she contemplated whether or not she would take the elevator.
Most likely, she'd wait until the majority of the others left, then take it herself.
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