EVENT | SETTLING IN

[historiadores]

SETTLING IN

Initial quarantine period is over, but the newest arrivals in Llave, known colloquially as “Los Aparecidos” (The Appeared), remain largely restricted to the shelter for two primary reasons: one, as they are currently stateless, meaning they have no rights to citizenship anywhere, what to do with them continues to be debated; and two, it has become rapidly obvious that many have zero knowledge not just of the nation they find themselves in, but of the wider world around them.

The former has been explained to them via the lawyers who have taken their collective case, and further clarified by the prime minister, Rosario Alonzo de León, when she and several members of her government return to speak again with the arrivals. A highly intelligent and capable woman in her late forties, she makes a point of sitting with each newcomer to Llave to converse about their experiences thus far and what concerns they have.

As for the lagoons in characters’ knowledge, steps are being taken to address these.

Classes are being held now, in order to prepare the arrivals for whatever happens next. Characters will be taught a variety of skills, including but not limited to communication methods such as mail, phones, television, radio and the Internet; use of appliances, including basic lessons on modern utilities; and general safety rules both inside and outside the home. Characters can request specific classes or volunteer to help teach their companions. (And for anyone learning or helping to teach how to read and write, a reminder that the Spanish alphabet consists of 27 letters: ‘ñ’ has its place after ‘n’. And ‘ll’ and ‘rr’ have their own sounds.)

The woman organizing the classes has become well-known to the arrivals: Evelyn Burgos Peña was a clinical social worker before leaving her previous work to assume the duties of First Lady when her wife was elected. Aside from spearheading the new education efforts for the arrivals, she has also been working diligently with the Bajari Bara to establish the second change in the daily routine.

Due to the generally acceptable behavior during the Day of Heroes, characters are now sometimes permitted to leave the shelter to visit Old Nona. These group excursions are not every day, and last only a few hours. One of these excursions is tied to a class to which all are invited. Rather than make learning more about Llave itself a tedious lecture, on the week of November 22nd, the museum characters arrived at has opened its doors to them for a special exhibit on the island's early history. Characters are accompanied as they were during the Day of Heroes by a guide and an escort of Bajari Bara.

Characters are reminded being permitted outside is a privilege. Until the matter of their legal status is resolved, they have few rights and fewer legal protections. Behavior and curfew are both strictly enforced, and violations will result in the loss of this privilege.

Otherwise, the routine in the shelter remains the same. Caseworkers still check in daily and will refer those who present a need or who request it to the appropriate mental health professionals. Hot meals continue to be provided three times a day along with snacks. A projector was brought in and a different movie is aired every night (General Audiences only—remember, there are children present), with the shelter staff providing snacks to make it a movie theater experience. Entertainment items—books, games, sports equipment, art supplies, etc.—are available and can also be requested (though no promises are made that characters will get exactly what they want, especially if the item can double as a weapon).

Possession of weapons remains strictly prohibited and any visible weapons will be confiscated. Any who attempts to flout this rule, starts fights in the shelter or in Nona or attempts to break out will be swiftly separated from the rest by the Bajari Bara. Further violence will result in consequences according to their actions.

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THE MONTH'S HEADLINES

• Red chickcharney seen celebrating during the Day of Heroes.
• Tombs found disturbed in Nona's Old Cemetery.
• Santa Cecilia cattle farmers on high alert after cows, sheep found mauled.
• Unidentified flying object spotted off the coast of Bimini.

OOC PLANNING POST • NAVIGATION

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heero yuy | gundam wing

[heeroism]

teaching;

﹙ most of the classes are boring. he attends a few, for normalcy's sake, but the fact of the matter is they aren't telling him much he doesn't already know. the world is earth-like enough that he's got a good grasp of what's going on, and can fill in the rest via contextual clues and keen observances.

so he finds himself offering to help anyone who's spectacularly behind in the avenue of modern technology. texting, computers and the like.

if your character seems to have a noted problem in these areas, they may find heero sitting down next to them at the table, as directed by the instructor. ﹚

What are you struggling with?

﹙ he doesn't exactly sound... friendly. just brusque and matter-of-fact, evidenced by the fact he didn't even bother to introduce himself or open with any pleasantries. but he will do his best to assist, at least! ﹚

late nights;

﹙ if you're a light sleeper, you may be all too aware of the fact that someone in the ward has set up with one of the offered computers and is typing away at 0300 hours. the screen being dimmed is about the only consideration he's taken at the moment — look, the internet has important information he wants to know about.

ask him what the hell he's doing? throw a pillow at him? dealer's choice. ﹚

museum exhibits;

﹙ he'd only agreed to go because it was a way to spend time outside of the quarantine facilities. he's not exactly interested in escaping at the moment — he doesn't have reason enough to bother. but he does want to talk to the locals, see the sights. the lay of the land is strategically important for any offensive.

thus far he's presented himself as someone who is quiet and studious and he hasn't bothered to mention being a soldier of any sort. it's no one's business, but that means he has to pretend a certain veneer of normalcy that he doesn't come by naturally. so, to keep that up, should anyone wander over to whichever part of the exhibit he's looking at: ﹚

What do you think of the tour?

﹙ ooc: or pm! happy to set something up starter wise if these are too general for you. or you can wildcard me! totally open to all cr, come @ me y'all. /fingerguns ﹚

teaching;

[heterochrocatic]

[ Catra is staring at an electronic form on the computer. She's used to computers and keyboards and so forth. It's really the stuff she's supposed to do with it. ]

There's so much paperwork just to live here. What the hell?

[heeroism]

I take it things worked differently on Etheria.

﹙ he has deduced this esoteric trivia via her subtle context clues, a surprisingly indepth knowledge of body language, and a lucky guess or two along the way.

and not, you know, by the standards of her mounting frustration. ﹚

[heterochrocatic]

Yes! There's no one trying to test you on whether you can steer a ground vehicle or make sure you get a certain number next to your name or whatever.

[ She'd been trained on that in the Horde! And yes, she'd had a number but they just gave that to her and then she ignored it. ]

Also no one quizzed me on the Kingdom of Snows' culture before we were let out into it.

[heeroism]

﹙ ah, catra. his favourite kindred spirit. heero isn't quite smiling, but there's something that settles like amusement in his expression. less frost to the look he levels at her than he would have thrown at anyone else, perhaps. ﹚

Part of functioning inside a society is playing by its rules until you know when and where you can break them. Paperwork is nothing. I'll help with yours if you want. But we don't get to just ignore it. They have the power to detain us here indefinitely, and I've met the Prime Minister — I wouldn't test her.

[heterochrocatic]

[ Rules. Catra has never been great at rules and following them. She fidgets a little, tapping fingers against keys in a display of annoyance and pique. ]

Yeah, well. Maybe no one has tried.

[ Catra has yet to meet an authority figure she hasn't defied in some way. Sorry, Heero. ]

[heeroism]

﹙ god can he please get her one of those child leashes for unruly toddlers and/or cats. his attention on her is direct and unwavering. ﹚

Pick your battles. There's no point fighting when the outcome doesn't benefit you.

[heterochrocatic]

[ Catra doesn't like this idea at all. Heero do NOT. ]

Eh. Probably not.

[ She leans forward and rests in her chin in her head. ]

It's not like it matters.

[heeroism]

﹙ watch him. ﹚

Why not?

﹙ from what she's told him so far, her world seems a bleak one. and whatever she was fighting for, she's become disillusioned with it. it reminds him a lot of how he'd been when the colonies betrayed him and the others — he'd been ready to lay it all down, anger simmering just beneath the surface. he isn't good at this — getting people to talk, work things out. but he knows enough people who are that he can reach for what they'd say or do.

but he does have a genuine interest in her. shared experience is never worthless. ﹚

[heterochrocatic]

Because no matter what I do, the outcome is the same.

[ A lesson taught to her in pain and punishment since she was a child. Her actions had no bearing on the results. Whether she obeyed or rebelled, whether she excelled or failed, she was still blamed and hated. What she does means nothing--in the end, she will be alone, unwanted, unloved. Probably through some defect of hers. ]

[heeroism]

Then maybe the problem is you.

﹙ it's not cruelly said, just matter-of-fact and plain. there's a pause, and then he amends: ﹚

Or how you're thinking about the situation.

[heterochrocatic]

[ The response is perhaps not what might be expected. There's no anger. No burst of defensive rage or snarled, angry show of teeth. Instead, Catra laughs. It's a bitter sound, an outlet for emotion that must be let go and it is the only way she knows how. ]

Uh, yeah. Of course it's me. I figured that out already.

[ Figured out the hard way. Through getting everything she thought she wanted and finding it made her nothing but miserable. Through losing it all. ]

[heeroism]

﹙ well, that was easy. his gaze on her is level, and then: ﹚

So what are you going to do about it?

Teaching

[lordofdarkness]

Everything! This is stupid, I don't see the point. [He gestures at the practice cell phone in his hand like it's trying to bite him.]

Why do I even need one, it's not like there's anyone to call. [Despite the bluster, it's frustration that bleeds into his voice rather than genuine anger and he sets the phone down and crosses his arms over his chest like the sulky 90 year old teenager he is.]

[heeroism]

﹙ despite his appearances and attitude, heero actually possesses a surprising depth of patience when warranted. it's the sniper in him. so the frustration doesn't do much to actively annoy him, it just makes him give the boy a grim look. when he speaks it's with the calm, even voice of someone who's not even close to becoming irate.

next to war, this is nothing. he fought so there wouldn't be anyone else like him necessary in the world — what's more a hallmark of being a teenager than having a tantrum over something so simple? ﹚

Not knowing how to use phones here will mark you as an outsider. It could endanger you down the line. It's also beneficial to know how to call emergency services not only for yourself but for anyone you encounter that needs the help.

﹙ he lifts one shoulder up in an easy shrug. ﹚

But I'm not here to convince you. Either learn it or don't. It's your life.

[lordofdarkness]

[Mark him as an outsider gods, he almost laughs out loud. His lips do in fact twitch up into a half smirk. It's not this guy's fault learning about phones and the internet is impossible so he won't laugh in his face. Not like he feels much like laughing these days anyway.]

If I'm in danger, we're long past the time when emergency services could be useful. [He shifts in his seat then and if Heero is observant, he might catch a glint of metal, but it's gone just as soon as it came and nowhere to be found.]

Anyway, I don't have a choice, my sister is making me.

[heeroism]

﹙ several things strike him as strange. the smirk, the statement, and that metallic glint. a weapon? it isn't as if he can immediately dismiss the idea that he's the only person here with training, or a childhood that begat it. he didn't catch enough of a glimpse to know if it was a knife or a gun, but it immediately sharpens his attention.

he's not concerned. whether he's at an advantage or disadvantage if it comes to a fight is irrelevant. but it does make him re-evaluate the boy.

teenage bravado, or something else? it frustrates him that there are so many people here that he can't immediately quantify. ﹚

I wouldn't be so sure about that. You're in unfamiliar territory, after all, you can't assume any normal tolerance for danger you have would be the same here.

﹙ the irony of heero yuy telling someone to dial back the arrogance is not entirely lost on him. duo, somewhere, is laughing his ass off. ﹚

Are you from a world that predates technology?

[lordofdarkness]

[He sighs and leans back in his seat, turning to glance at Heero fully. Despite the apparent bravado, there's nothing arrogant to his posture, the words coming out casually, like stated facts. The question makes his expression sour though, some more of that sulking making a return.]

No, it's basically the exact same as this one. But so far, there are fewer things trying to kill me here. [Though the thought makes him shift his gaze to the phone with a dubious glare. With as many phones and computers around t the shelter as he's seen, he's sure the rules aren't the same here, but the idea of carrying one of those things around is still enough to make him tense.

Also, they're confusing and he hates them.]

Almost the exact same. [he adds, sighing bitterly, remembering his misadventures earlier.]

[heeroism]

﹙ things. not people. things. it's an odd linguistic choice, for a moment he's not sure if the word translated correctly or if he's missing some nuance — his spanish is considerably more rusty than his italian, which saw use as recently as meeting the noventa family.

it doesn't seem like teenage hyperbole. the act, the attitude, the smirk — everything seems to tie together into a cohesive whole. someone, apparently, who's used to things trying to kill him. it can't possibly be a hyperbole of 'mom's going to kill me because i didn't take the garbage out'. not when you examine the rest.

he's really not used to people who are this open about... well, everything. ﹚

Then what's different about it?

[lordofdarkness]

[He shouldn't answer, probably. Not that there are any rules about it—there aren't, never have been. The only thing that keeps their silence is protection from being thought of as crazy. But Nico hasn't lived among mortals since he was ten years old, and even then it was only a few short months. Everything before that comes in flashes of light and hazy dreams.

All he knows is Camp. And anyway, a bunch of people showed up on an island and some of them are obviously not human, he really isn't the weirdest thing here so—] There's no underworld. or, well, I can't find it.

[He sighs in frustration and puts down the phone.] In my world, I can follow the shadows into the underworld. I can't do it here. I thought if I could just talk to someone—whoever their death god or gods are, I could maybe find some answers.

[He sounds crazy, probably, but he doesn't even care right now. As much as he cares about Mal, as much as he's found good things in this place, he's not supposed to be here. He has things to take care of at home. He has to take on his quest still, and every day he doesn't is a day his friend suffers. It's a lot.]

[heeroism]

﹙ heero doesn't really have a visible reaction to that statement, except for the faint upwards tick of one eyebrow. it's a lot to unpack, and there are several tacks he could take to address it if he chooses to be strict about upholding a civilian identity. shock he discards as unnecessarily emotive. incredulity wouldn't fly, given that he's already admitted to being from the far-flung future. anyone who can accept a leap of three centuries is probably going to be willing to entertain the concept of an underworld at least a little.

he settles for a contemplative 'hmn'. ﹚

Did you speak to the dead at the festival?

﹙ for now, he'll entertain it. he doesn't have to believe the guy. wouldn't anyway, not without proof beyond his word. ﹚

[lordofdarkness]

[He doesn't verbally react, but he does lose some of the tension in his shoulders, at least glad not to have to go on the defensive.]

I did, but...that day was for them. The people I spoke to didn't have any information on how we got here, and it would have been rude to press. They were there to celebrate with their families. [Those he'd spoken to had offered what they could, but he didn't think they knew much more anyway.

Besides, his ability to probe the dead for answers wasn't limited to that day alone, though he doesn't share that particular piece of information right now. He knows how people generally react to that and he doesn't really feel like being labeled "that creepy death kid" quite yet.]

Have you heard anything from anyone?

[heeroism]

﹙ he's always been a good judge of character, even when he's kept his sense of empathy hammered down into the substrata of his being. people give themselves away. looks, gestures, the uptick of their breath, the pound of a pulse. he knows when people are afraid more than when they're lying.

this boy talks about the dead like they're something precious. like they meant something. like they mattered.

how many names did treize memorize, before his death?

(how many does he know now?)

he would have pressed the resource. that makes his companion the better man. ﹚

No one that had answers.

﹙ he's silent a moment, then: ﹚

I asked the Prime Minister if she planned on using us as weapons. There's more than one soldier here, and I'm sure there are a few reasons the head of a nation would be keen on someone like you. For what it's worth, she didn't seem interested.

[lordofdarkness]

[He nods at the offered information, unsurprised and letting out a tiny snort.]

She's a mortal, I don't think she wanted any of this. [He doesn't quite catch the admission or the implications of the words. They remain true anyway.]

But I don't exactly freelance anyway. [He frowns, remembering the way she'd addressed him after his questions.] And she seemed nice. I think she really is just trying to figure out what to make of all this.

[heeroism]

We don't get to choose what we're caught up in. She'll have to make her peace with that.

﹙ this task falls to her. heero is trying to have... faith in people these days. relena gave him that. so did mariemaia, in a twisted way.

heero studies the phone that the boy had put down. then, looking away: ﹚

My name's Heero Yuy.

﹙ he didn't bother with it earlier, and didn't exactly introduce himself for the class. it never bothered him, to carry the codename of a dead man and all those old hopes for peace on his shoulders. but he's finding now, more and more, it feels like it fits. ﹚