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paixaorpg2007-02-27 08:19 pm
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Making an Entrance [Completed]
Character(s): Beloved Tinker of Wind, and anyone who joins her
Content: Tinker arrives in Paixao
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Late Morning/Early Afternoon
Warnings:
When Tinker stepped through the hyperphase gate, she expected to find herself still in the Squirrel Hill tunnels. She had known, with the knowing of someone who doesn't expect such things to happen, that there was a possibility for the gate to connect to elsewhere. The young Elf just hadn't expected that it wouldn't go to the Squirrel Hill tunnels again. That was, after all, where it had gone every other time.
There was a line of people before her, and before them a gate framed by flames. Tinker knew, from first glance, that they were fake. It would have been far too dangerous to have people walking through the gate were they real, and that seemed to be where all of these people were headed.
Tinker checked to make sure she still had her supplies with her before joining the queue. Going through the gate seemed like a good idea. Once inside, she was sure that she could figure out where she was and then begin the process of trying to get back home. She took out her datapad as she stood in line, both as a way to pass the time and as a way to figure out exactly how she was going to configure this new gate she intended to eventually build. Of course, a lot of it hinged on finding out where she was. After all, it was possible she had ended up elsewhere on Elfhome.
"--name?" Tinker blinked and looked up. There was a person before her, looking at her expectantly. Time had passed quickly while she was involved with her datapad. Then again, that was usually the case.
"I'm sorry?" She had completely missed whatever this person had said.
"I said, 'Welcome to Paixao. May I get your name?'" Oh yes, this person was definitely expecting something from her--an answer. Tinker tucked her datapad back into her pocket, considering her options.
"It's Tinker," she stated. Least formal, yet not her birth name, which she was hesitant to give out, in general. She watched as something was written on a clipboard. The person smiled at her and handed over a stack of pamphlets and what looked to be a small laptop.
"You'll find all the information you need in those pamphlets," Tinker was told. "Now off with you!"
Tinker looked down at the pamphlets and journal and shrugged before walking through the gate.
Content: Tinker arrives in Paixao
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Late Morning/Early Afternoon
Warnings:
When Tinker stepped through the hyperphase gate, she expected to find herself still in the Squirrel Hill tunnels. She had known, with the knowing of someone who doesn't expect such things to happen, that there was a possibility for the gate to connect to elsewhere. The young Elf just hadn't expected that it wouldn't go to the Squirrel Hill tunnels again. That was, after all, where it had gone every other time.
There was a line of people before her, and before them a gate framed by flames. Tinker knew, from first glance, that they were fake. It would have been far too dangerous to have people walking through the gate were they real, and that seemed to be where all of these people were headed.
Tinker checked to make sure she still had her supplies with her before joining the queue. Going through the gate seemed like a good idea. Once inside, she was sure that she could figure out where she was and then begin the process of trying to get back home. She took out her datapad as she stood in line, both as a way to pass the time and as a way to figure out exactly how she was going to configure this new gate she intended to eventually build. Of course, a lot of it hinged on finding out where she was. After all, it was possible she had ended up elsewhere on Elfhome.
"--name?" Tinker blinked and looked up. There was a person before her, looking at her expectantly. Time had passed quickly while she was involved with her datapad. Then again, that was usually the case.
"I'm sorry?" She had completely missed whatever this person had said.
"I said, 'Welcome to Paixao. May I get your name?'" Oh yes, this person was definitely expecting something from her--an answer. Tinker tucked her datapad back into her pocket, considering her options.
"It's Tinker," she stated. Least formal, yet not her birth name, which she was hesitant to give out, in general. She watched as something was written on a clipboard. The person smiled at her and handed over a stack of pamphlets and what looked to be a small laptop.
"You'll find all the information you need in those pamphlets," Tinker was told. "Now off with you!"
Tinker looked down at the pamphlets and journal and shrugged before walking through the gate.