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... Down down down she went

Just arrived and feeling dizzy?
Mind confused and brain all fizzy?
I'm not surprised you're in a tizzy!

But welcome travelers from worlds of old
You'll find our town a welcome home
And if your wandering bones are cold,
Why not join us down The Rabbit Hole?

[ooc: Welcome everyone to Burby! Upon arrival, your character may see this sign outside of the impressive hotel near the centre square, The Rabbit Hole. To welcome the new guests, the proprietress of this fine establishment has set up an informal tea in the main lobby. Feel free to wander in and mingle amongst the other travelers. Tea, wine, and refreshments provided!]

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[Tramping right into the lobby is one very confused Water Tribe girl, one hand mussing up her hair as she peeks around for whoever's in charge. Hopefully she doesn't have to stay too long. Fancy teacups and dessert things? Not exactly her thing.]

'scuuuuuse me? [She calls a little tentatively. Hey, even she knows it's not the best idea to go running into some strange place now. All those ~~patience~~ airbending lessons with Tenzin paid off in that respect, at least.] Anyone here?

[Merton hasn't been in this place ten minutes before he's found a suitably dark and moody corner to plonk himself in. The mysterious aura he was going for is slightly lessened by the delicate china teacup and saucer beside him, but hey. There was free tea. He's currently working his way through a stack of brochure's and manuals he found at the front desk, all equally vague about where they are and how they're supposed to get out.]

[ Do you like grumpy people?

...Do you like really grumpy people?

It might be worth trying to charm this wallflower. But I can't promise you the use of both your hands afterwards. She's leaning against a shadowy wall, all dressed up in metal armor that fits her like a second skin, her hair the iron gray of an aging woman. She seems displeased. ]

Hmph.

[A man in breeches, embroidered blue waistcoat, and coat--vaguely baroque, but off in the details (no crazy wig, for one thing)--appears. Alester is more dazed than anything, but he's looking around at everything with visible interest. He picks up a cup of tea, sniffs it, appears to be thinking hard, and puts it back down, before beginning to make the rounds of the room.]

[After searching all day for his friends and family, Sokka is in a... less than stellar mood. He finds his way into this party and all he wants to do is brood over a cup of tea.]

[Real tea, though. That's something. He cradles the cup in his hands and sits outside on a step, uncaring if he's in the way. Where he's sitting, he'll be able to see anyone coming or going, which is exactly his intention.]

[For those observant, they'll see that Sokka wears his hair in a wolftail with the sides and back shaved. He's dressed in a very worn blue tunic with white trim, and darker trousers, threadbare at the knees. His boots of brown leather are scuffed and well-worn. Closer inspection will show that some areas of his exposed skin are covered with some very thin, very straight parallel scars, well on their way to healed, but fresh enough to be pink against his dark skin. They circle him in an odd pattern, evenly spaced by millimeters, but they've somehow managed to avoid his face and hands.]

[With him, he carries a pack and some weapons, including a sword, all of which is tucked under his knees for safe keeping.]

[Approach with caution.]

[This is not the Pharos — where he was. Nor is it the Bahamut, where he should be.

Gabranth's memory of escaping the tower is dim, but he is fairly sure he does not recall taking any route that would lead him to such a quaint setting. Had the magicks loosed by the Sun-Cryst whisked him to some far corner of Ivalice? Or is this only a Mist-fueled delusion, or something even lesser than that?

But the ache in his body, the ever-present reminder of the battle he'd lost and shame he'd sustained, seems evident of this being no mere delusion. Whatever the answer to this mystery may be, he won't find it unless he takes action and investigates. With his swords crossed at his back and armor heavy on his limbs, he carefully makes his way into the hotel.]

[Data had certainly not materialized where he was meant to, and efforts to establish contact with the Enterprise have been completely unsuccessful. His tricorder, which he holds in his hand, isn't providing any usable information, which in and of itself is highly unusual.

Further investigation is certainly in order, which prompts him to enter the establishment with the cryptic message outside. It certainly implies, to a degree, that his arrival was hardly an unprecedented or unique situation.

So he walks in and examines the lobby, tilting his head as he returns his tricorder to the pocket on the side of his uniform.]

Most curious...

[Alexia doesn't know what else to do in her current circumstance, so she's having tea. Tea, as she believes, cures all ills - but finding oneself in a different world is proving to be a difficult problem to resolve, even with the application of heated beverages. Men, she suspects, would recommend something stronger - Alexia is turning to pastries, instead. She reaches across the table to help herself to an especially delicious-looking treacle tart, knocking her parasol to the floor in the process.]

[Tosh is mostly disoriented due to the fact that she was recently shot in the stomach, and she definitely remembers dying before coming here. This isn't what she expected from the afterlife - not after what Owen had told her about there being nothing at all. Owen isn't here, either, though, and that makes her feel a little dismayed.

She helps herself to tea and sandwiches, but doesn't stay at the table; instead she finds an armchair in a quiet corner. She wonders vaguely to herself where she can find some clothes, as hers look like they've been in a collapsing building - and that's not even mentioning the blood.

Someone somewhere is probably having the vapours about the state of that chair.]

[Martha is surprisingly chill about the whole world-hopping thing; she's surveying her surroundings with interest as she nibbles on a piece of chocolate cake. Hey, travelling in time and space will make you surprisingly accepting of crazy shit happening all around you. She hasn't made any moves to approach the other people there, but it's just a matter of time. And cake.]

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spamming later than everything~

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