areyto | EVENT | SETTLING IN

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.

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.

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[He's certainly seen this man around the shelter, though he isn't sure if man is quite the word he should use. Demon, perhaps, though he seems different from the demons Wei Wuxian has known. (For one, he hasn't tried to mutilate or possess anyone as far as he's seen.) Any other time and Wei Wuxian would be pestering him with questions, eager to know everything about him and what he is, but now he only stares in muted confusion for a moment before realizing that he is indeed talking to Wei Wuxian. As if there's anyone else here he could possibly be talking to.

Wei Wuxian—always quick to speak or offer a quip—attempts to summon a friendly greeting and feels his mouth fail to create the right shape for it. He's too tired to pretend everything is alright.]

Ah...I'm afraid I won't be very good at that right now.

[One side of his lips quirks up into the ghost of a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes and he blinks a few times, drying moisture he hadn't realized had gathered there.]

Don't need to be.

[ He glances over his shoulder, down the dark, empty hall, before curling his tail aside and taking a seat against the wall, near Wei Wuxian but not crowding him. The man didn't say no. ]

You got a sweet tooth?

[ Casually, he fishes a handful of local sweets in brightly-colored wrappers from the deep pocket of his duster and holds out his palm. Some hazelnut chocolate balls, some sesame hard candies and guava jellies he'd swiped from somewhere. ]

[It is strangely the kind of the thing he might say to another were their positions reversed, and that thought is enough to get another slight smile out of him. It still doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it's there and more real than the one before, if mostly from reflex.]

I thought I did, but the sweets I've had here are so sweet. Like nothing I've ever tasted. [There's an aftertaste to them, a strange flavor he hasn't encountered. Of course, it might help if he tried anything that wasn't overly processed and dyed in colors he didn't think were edible.

Still, he accepts one of the candies gratefully with a nod of thanks. If nothing else, it's a welcome distraction.]

Personally, I favor spice. You?

[ HB shrugs, as he pops one of the chocolates in his mouth. He's traveled the globe, sampled cuisines from every corner, but at the end of the day... given the option, he'd still probably pick a stack of syrup-soaked pancakes. ]

I don't have a very sophisticated palate. Ate plenty of sugary junk, growing up.

You're better off without it.

[ He says, having just offered some. ]

Where're you from?

EVENT | SETTLING IN

no subject

pretend this isn't fifty years late

2020 is a lie and November especially was fake

pure facts