A TRAIN COMES INTO THE STATION.
You wake up on a train.
Your phone is buzzing. It's in your pocket, in your hand, on the seat next to you. It's a normal phone, and you're on a normal train car. One of the lights flickers, a little further down. The world is very quiet. It feels like you're right where you're meant to be. On the phone's surface is a white screen and the words—
WELCOME TO THE CITY. BEGIN ORIENTATION?
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Please take a moment to complete your orientation.
Once you're finished, the subway doors slide open to let you out onto the train platform. To your right, the platform continues on and eventually ends; to the left is a set of stairs that will lead you up into the station itself. The platform is quiet, clean, empty–there's no one else around, and the only sounds you can hear are your own footsteps, your own breaths, and the occasional faraway sound of a creaking pipe or rush of air. The train you disembarked will stay there as long as you do, its doors still open, until you finally decide to venture up into this new locale.
As you make your way up the stairs to your left, you find yourself in the belly of City Hall station. The station is large, a sprawling underground mini-metropolis of corridors and storefronts. Here, you may find others like you, freshly-arrived city residents from other realms (or even your own). There is also a subway map, which will give you an idea of the layout of the neighborhood, and ticketing machines, which can currently only be used to buy tickets to a handful of stations located on lines 1, 2, and 9.
If you're hungry or in need of any kind of supplies, there are plenty of storefronts inside the subway station as well—snack stands, convenience stores, restaurants, clothing stores, a pharmacy, and a variety of empty shops that may or may not have ever been in use. Everything is unlocked, and you can take whatever you need.
Characters may stay on the train platform indefinitely, and may re-board and re-disembark from the subway as many times as they like, but the train will not depart nor will the doors close. Once they go up the stairs into the train station, they may hear the train doors closing and the train departing. Another train will not arrive, no matter how long the character waits. Only once they come up the stairs into the station itself may characters encounter their fellow newly-arrived residents and take advantage of what the city has to offer.
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WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
The station is located in the city center. It has three major exits that lead to areas of interest in the district, but there are several other smaller exits that lead in other directions around the neighborhood. You are welcome to use any of them, but may find the north, southwest, and east exits to be the most welcoming.
TO THE NORTH
The northern entrance to the station leads up into the sunlight and puts you out in a brickwork plaza. There's a modest building in front of you, three or four stories of stone with a welcoming facade. There's a sign above the entryway–it says City Hall. You may be tempted to explore, if you're interested in learning more about the city and how it functions, but prepare to find yourself disappointed–the folders in the records rooms are full of empty, blank sheets of paper, and the logbooks and balance sheets are similarly devoid of information.
Immediately to the west of City Hall, you will find a small building that houses the tourist information kiosk. The kiosk is not currently operational, but you may want to remember its location...
TO THE SOUTHWEST
The western exit of the station takes you up into a city park, lush and green with a very light fog still hanging about the trees. There are lampposts on the walkways and benches where you could rest, and plenty of flora, although you can neither see nor hear any signs of animal life. You walk the paths that meander idly through the verdant grass and you feel a sense of peace, some of your unease about this place easing into a pleasant calm. The air smells fresh, like it's recently rained, and you'll find the grass ever so slightly damp should you decide to take a seat.
As you make your way deeper into the park, the trees grow denser and the smell of soil and plant life grows stronger. This is the older part of the park, very nearly a forest, with ivy climbing the trunks of the trees and plants and shrubs growing riotously around their bases. As you turn a corner, you find yourself first in the statue garden, although the statues are harder to see now, choked as they are with ivy. There are many statues, some partially obscured, some fully–very few of them still stand free of the vines and clinging roots. (It doesn't feel quite as peaceful here.) If a statue's face looks a little bit familiar, you may not want to look at it too long.
Continue down the path and you will find yourself in a graveyard, one that seems centuries old. Most of the headstones are worn away by time and covered in moss, rendering them impossible to read. The few that are free of moss are blank, or bear only suggestions of names too faint to be understood. (Was that the name of–no, it couldn't have been. Could it?) Many of the headstones stand at an angle or are toppled over completely, having been subjected to either strong winds or the roots of the trees that grow up from some of the graves, spreading branches toward the sky.
TO THE EAST
The final exit of the station, to the east, puts you out on a quiet surface street. Are you hungry? Or are you paralyzed by choice? There are plenty of restaurants, offering options of almost any food you can imagine. You could try a convenience store–it's well stocked, and the items there seem free for the taking. How about a restaurant? There's no one to take your order, but when you look in the kitchen, there's something on the stove, and it's just what you've been craving. Imagine that.
A few blocks down, you come in through the lobby of a tall building and find yourself in a corporate office. The fluorescent lights are steady and unforgiving, and the cubicles and offices are empty. There are a few pieces of paper on desks, a few folders left in organizers, but everything is perfectly blank. Despite how empty and quiet the office is, it nonetheless gives you the feeling that just a few minutes ago, this place was bustling with workers going about their daily business.
You enter another building and find yourself in the lobby of an apartment complex–finally, a place to rest. The first door you try opens easily into a completely empty living room, freshly vacuumed but without a single piece of furniture. It's a nice apartment, quiet, but with a little too much echo for your taste, maybe. Still, and perhaps oddly, you have no trouble envisioning what life here would be like.
The second door you open leads to an apartment that feels lived-in. Why does it feel lived-in? It's fully furnished with items that seem to go together perfectly, true, but the feeling is more than that–the room feels like someone was just here, maybe standing right in the kitchen only moments before you swung the door open. The air is a perfectly comfortable temperature, and it somehow smells like home despite that you've never once set foot here before. The refrigerator is stocked, and the cabinets are full of spices and flatware and kitchen utensils.
As you look around the living room, you find that there are pictures in frames on the walls and some of the flat surfaces–a seascape, a field, a shot of a city park bench. In each of the photos there's something just slightly wrong with the angle, as though the photographer were aiming for a subject that can no longer be seen.
Characters are welcome to explore the district around the City Hall subway station to their heart's content. The City Hall building itself contains several floors of offices and file rooms, but none of them contain any particularly interesting information. Nonetheless, characters may wish to team up with other newcomers and try to find some hints about the nature of the city. They can also spend a while in the park, the statue garden, or the graveyard. In the blocks surrounding the station there are plenty of options for food and housing, as well as office buildings, storefronts, and alleyways to look around. There are no workers in any of the buildings, and there does not seem to be an honor system for payment, nor any consequences for taking food from the stores or setting up camp in an apartment or office building.
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A WASH, ANYONE?
The coin laundromat is tucked into the first floor of one of the tall apartment buildings. Soap is complimentary, and while the machines say that they cost a quarter per load, in reality they are fully operational without any money being exchanged at all. If you have any clothes that need a wash, perhaps items that have been dirtied by your explorations (or your travels before arriving in the city), you may want to take this opportunity to wash them for free.
From the soap dispenser, you can retrieve packets of detergent in different strengths. There's plenty of stock of for mild to moderate grime and for heavy-duty stains, but there are also a handful of packets with slightly less obvious purposes. For things remembered, says one. For unhappy accidents, says another. Feel free to use whichever seems most suited to your needs.
When your laundry cycle has ended, the buzzer sounds and the door pops open so the clothing can be retrieved. You grab a laundry basket and reach in to start pulling fabric out of the machine by the handful. But wait a second–the more clothing you retrieve, the less familiar the items seem, and by the time you've retrieved the last bundled sock from the depths of the dryer you're absolutely positive: These clothes don't belong to you.
You're sure that you put your own clothing into the machine, but these are someone else's clothes entirely. Did someone sneak in while you weren't paying attention and swap out your laundry? Or did you accidentally open up the wrong dryer to retrieve the wrong load? Maybe you'd better look around at whoever else is in the laundromat with you and have a go at trying to find the owner of these clothes.
Whether the characters have had their clothing swapped or simply opened the wrong machine to grab someone else's laundry is up to the player's imagination, but one thing's for sure: you have someone else's clothes in your basket. Maybe these are clothes that belong to another character in the laundromat, or maybe they're garments that belong to someone that character knew back home. Players are encouraged to mess around with the premise and use it to get to know other characters!
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COME ONE, COME ALL...
Have you ever noticed that flickering sign hanging in the window of that little building around the corner from the parking lot? The one that says PSYCHIC READINGS in bold neon lettering?
You step inside the shop and immediately smell a powerful combination of aromas: herbs, candles, incense, something spicy and warm underneath. It's a small space, cluttered with objects. A crystal ball covered in velvet sits in the center of a table, and there are tarot card sets and drawers full of dried herbs and flowers. On the shelves are various remedies with labels printed so neatly it's impossible to tell whether they're typed or handwritten. Headaches, or hemophilia, and also irascibility and fits of sighing. There are also jars full of less easily-identifiable contents, but a close examination may show you frog legs, fish eyes, rat tails. For some reason, it feels like sticking your hand in one of these jars might not be the best idea.
Toward the back of the shop is a glass case that holds the bust of a woman. As you approach, your movement triggers a light inside the case to illuminate the woman's face–or where her face would be, if she had one. The normal human features of her face are smoothed out until they barely resemble a face at all, with slightly hollowed divots for eyes and a faintly raised bump for a nose. The closer you get, though, the more strongly you feel that despite the absence of eyes, the woman is indeed watching you.
The lettering at the top of the case states FORTUNE TELLER, and a sign affixed to the front of the glass says, Ask for anything, but be careful what you wish for.
You form a question in your mind, then ask your question out loud. The woman shifts, straightening up, and you hear the faint whirring of clockwork and pneumatics moving inside her. She gathers her hands in front of her, cupping them like she's holding water, and strange light emanates from her palms, casting harsh illumination on the blank space where her face should be. Although she has no mouth with which to speak, you nonetheless hear a vaguely female voice intone, "Your fate has been read."
A paper slip emerges from a slot in the front of the case, your freshly-printed fortune, the ink barely dry.
Although the crystal ball will not actually show the future, characters with any kind of herbal knowledge may clock that the herbs and remedies in the drawers and shelves of the shop are legitimate. Characters can ask anything they want of the fortune teller, or make as many wishes as they like. They'll get as many fortune slips as correspond to the number of questions they ask. Players are encouraged to come up with whatever vaguely-accurate fortunes you think work for your character, but if you're low on ideas, you can always try an online Magic 8 Ball or fortune cookie generator.
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WILDCARD.
The city is by no means small, and there are plenty of things for you to see. There's no rush in exploring, so feel free to take your time looking around and peering into various nooks and crannies and alleyways—and don't worry, you're not very likely to find anything peering back.
If none of the above prompts appeal, feel free to check out the Locations and Maps pages and write your own freestyle prompt using one or many of the available locations.
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Absolutely no worries!
Loki nodded at his response about the invention, but doesn’t look back at him, more curious about the machine. He starts randomly pressing buttons on the one in front of him, clearly having no idea what he was doing. He frowns as it does nothing at first.
“Hmm? Oh, no, not human,” Loki replied as he straightened and finally turned to face the man. “I assume you are?”
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"Yes, I am." Though immortal, he is still very much human. "You look human, though." There's an unspoken question in the air. Why does Loki appear human even if he is not? Maybe a spell? Or perhaps it's just how all of his people look.
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"Yes, I suppose I do, though that is merely coincidence really. There are a surprising number of non-human species that look as humans do." Though there are plenty more that do not and some humans that could look as if they were aliens. Loki assumes if someone were to meet Dr. Banner first as the Hulk, they may not think him human either. "Do humans always assume those that look like them must be like them?"
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It takes him a moment to wrap his mind around all of that. Others that look like humans who are not. And humans who don't look human at all? That one's harder to imagine, but he doesn't think Loki is lying to him.
The question gets a gentle chuckle out of Hob. "Yes, I suppose they do. Not a very good habit, I know." And yet, he's guilty of making that mistake, as well.
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"I suppose I cannot blame them. It is so late in their evolution before they find out about other worlds. I imagine it would be hard to wrap one's mind around such a revelation."
Loki startles slightly then as if he just noticed that Hob was shirtless. "Oh, did I interrupt you in here? Were you attempting to use this machine when I usurped it?"
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"Humans know about other worlds where you come from? Perhaps we're a little behind where I come from." He's starting to realize that not everyone here is from the same place or time. Were these reflections of the future? Or just other universes or something like that? It was all fascinating for Hob, who'd only heard of such things in fantasy or science fiction books, but even fictional stories sometimes had a grain of truth in them.
"No worries, there's plenty of other machines." He gets one going with his garment, but it'll still take some time before it's finished. "I guess you have your own way of dealing with laundry, Mr...?"
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“Yes, an alien attack on a major city tends to do that.” His words come out snarkier than he intended, but he didn’t really like thinking or speaking about that time. It had not been his finest hour. It hasn’t fully occurred to Loki yet that he could be dealing with other timelines as well as other worlds yet, but only because it hasn’t really come up yet. “And were do you come from, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Loki looked at the bank of machines and nodded. “Yes, cleaning my garments does not usually require such machinery. And you may call me Loki. How should I refer to you?”
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"Well, I was in London, England, right before this. The year is 2021." He wonders if the alien invasion is supposed to happen later, if it happens at all in his world. Hob has endured a great many things, but he's not sure about his chances if he's attacked by aliens.
"Loki. Like the god of mischief." Like? Sure, Hob. "My name is Robert, but everyone calls me Hob." An unusual nickname, he knows, but it suits him better.
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Loki is fully distracted from his thoughts on past transgressions when he hears what year the other man is from. “2021?” Loki asks, needed to clarify that heard him correctly. He’s not overly surprised that he’s from the future, clearly there was a lot possible with this place, but London was a Midgardian city and as such its inhabitants should have heard of New York and likely many events of the Avengers.
Normally Loki would have teased back about the ‘like’ comment. It is not the first time he’s come across someone who has heard of him but not believed he was himself. But he’s still puzzling out the details of what year it might be, or how timelines might work. “Yes, exactly the God of Mischief. It is nice to meet you Hob.” The nickname feels strange on his tongue and he contemplates calling him Robert anyway.
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When Loki says he is 'exactly' the god of mischief, Hob lifts his brow in surprise. "Oh, so you're familiar with the mythology, as well." Obviously, Loki meant his name is exactly 'like' the god of mischief.
"The pleasure is mine." Hob won't mind if Loki decides he'd rather call him Robert.
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It had been easy enough to pick up from how Robert had responded to his revelation. No one from his world would not know who he was. “And the mythology is quite over done. Some stories are fairly accurate, but I can assure you, I have no children.” Why that was the myth that had always bothered him, Loki wasn’t about to look into, but on the rare occasion he was asked, that was the one he brought up just to strike down.
Loki gave Robert and honest smile and nodded his head. “Now, since we are both new here, and clearly this is a strange scenario, might I ask how you came to be here and what you have found thus far? I have been wondering if we were all brought here in the same way around the same time and if so, is there anything else we call have in common that might have resulted in us being chosen to be brought here.” It was just as likely it was random, but it was easier to figure things out if that were not the case.
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"Pardon my mistake." He hopes he didn't offend the god, since offending gods never worked out well in the stories. Still, it's a lot to take in. Loki is pretty famous, as far are gods go.
Changing the subject again to their current predicament lets Hob relax a little. "Uh, I was on the way home after a couple of drinks and.. here I am." It's not very informative, he knows. What is one to take away from that? "So far, I tried to leave the city but ended up back where I started, somehow. I haven't seen any natives, just more people as confused as I am." As for why they were chosen, Hob shakes his head. "No clue. I doubt I have very much in common with a god."
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Loki hums in thought, considering Hob’s response. He’s only spoken to a small handful of people so far, but as such, it does seem that most were doing something rather mundane, though drinking does tend to be on the list of multiples. “Were you intoxicated enough to lose consciousness?” Loki knew he had
diedpassed out so perhaps that was there the similarities laid. “No, likely not, but it could be something in the minutiae. It is not as though we are completely different either.”no subject
"I wasn't that drunk, but I had been working late and was a little tired, so I think I fell asleep on the train." And it may be that others were taken in their sleep, as well. "Were you asleep before you got here?" Do gods sleep?
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"Yes, well, whether due to requiring sleep or drunkenness, the point being, you did lose consciousness, yes?" It shouldn't have been a surprise that he was asked about his own state when being taken, and yet it did. "I was... not conscious no."
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"I did." And hearing Loki was also unconscious does seem to confirm some things Hob has already heard. They were taken in their sleep.
"Why would anyone want us? Or.. me, in specific. You, sure, but... I teach history." And obviously, if there's a god here, their captor has access to other immortals. More powerful ones. "It doesn't make any sense. Maybe it's all random."
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Loki leaned back against one of the large machines looking thoughtful. "I think about the only thing that seems to be the same across everyone I have spoken to about this is that we were all unconscious in some way. Though I admit that is a small number of people. It is hardly enough information for any really solid statistic. I am starting to worry it is completely random. Normally that is something I enjoy, but this bothers me." It also worried him that they could take someone as powerful as he is, but he didn't like voicing that worry.