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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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Characters each have the opportunity to speak directly with the Prime Minister. These conversations won't be threaded out, but each character will have the opportunity to ask a question and a follow-up if need be or express a particular concern.

If the question is regarding how they got there, no one Llave has any idea; and if it's how long they'll be at the shelter, no one can be sure, either, though there is work being done on that front.

Please read over other the replies to this thread before submitting yours so as to avoid repeating questions.

heero would be blunt — polite but with zero attempts to be sycophantic — and he'd ask her what she intends to gain from their treatment and any possible enfranchisement they are eventually offered. it isn't to her benefit to help them, so he's deeply suspicious given that the people he's spoken to so far seem to be fighters/from places in deep conflict and how she may intend to use that to her own benefit. right now he's seeing himself and the other appeared as a commodity that people are going to be vying to control, given the range in their knowledge and skills.

depending on her demeanour and answer, he'd be willing to warm up a bit, but he'd still be wary overall.

Her answer is equally blunt: nothing. She gains nothing from having a group of foreigners appearing suddenly and without explanation in her country, and their appearance is, in fact, something of a problem considering she has no idea what happened or how or why.

If they had a state, they would be deported back to it. They don't. Were they refugees or seeking asylum, they should have claimed those statuses the moment they set foot on Llave. They didn't. The situation is, to put it mildly, a legal conundrum, and she and her government are doing what they can within the existing legal framework to address it.

As for enfranchisement, the process to gain citizenship is long and, most importantly, must be undertaken willingly with the full knowledge of the responsibility and civic duty it demands. It is not a carrot on a stick.

excellent. he'd be satisfied with that and let her move on! c:

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?

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[ the boy looks like one of the bodies in the temple.

there was always one or two come morning. men and women, young and old, healthy, sick, weak, hale. all of them, they drank from the black pool and curled up before one of the alcoves. sometimes before the weeping woman, another before the lion of the night, the merging king. once, she came upon a man before the stranger, a rare find. he was rarely prayed to in the seven kingdoms; across the sea, where the seven were rarely kept, it was rarer still.

the girl peers down at him. he is so pale and thin she thinks he might be becoming a skeleton before her eyes. but when she lays her hand over his cheek, his skin is warm.

she glances behind her. they are near one of the unused rooms and hardly anyone comes this way. it’s why she prefers these halls. she can do her practices without gendry making fun of her.

bending, she grabs his arms and shifts his weight over her back. he’s heavy, but not so much that she cannot half-carry, half-drag him a short distance. and he’s still alive. the flopping arms are annoying, but better than a body gone rigid in death.

with some difficulty, she drags and pushes him atop the nearest cot. she feels his face again. no fever. dark circles under his eyes. might be he’s not fainted; he’s just sleeping finally. he is too skinny, though the shoulder she briefly holds onto feels muscled. his right palm too is callused. she brushes the pads of her fingers over the raised thickness of his skin that indicate a swordsman.

she peers back into his face. he might be of an age with gendry, but gendry looks a man-grown with his thick shoulders and arms and half his face covered in a thick black beard. standing on tiptoes, she brushes the boy’s hair back the better to see his features.

this is. totally normal behavior. ]

Lan Wangji would ask about obtaining wooden training swords for self-defense lessons, if possible. His tone and general demeanor would be incredibly formal, and he wouldn't look at her directly.

He promised someone he would attempt to find a sword (and has no intention of giving a child live steel) and provide lessons. While wooden swords can act as a weapon, if they are handled only during said lessons and returned immediately after class, there should be little room for concern. It is important; the swords provide focus. (And although he wouldn't say it directly, he fears if he doesn't start those lessons for Jory soon, she might do something risky. The tiniest hint of that concern will come across in his tone.)

If (when) refused, he will bow, formally, as befitting a leader, and hold it for eight seconds, and then turn to leave.

If refused, he'll turn back to ask another question - this one about potentially commissioning a seamstress on the island for more robes. Or cloth, so he might make his own. He just needs one or two new inner robes. Whatever the answer, his request will be followed by another bow, this one less formal.

And if the sword request is granted, he will not ask about the robes.

[ during one of their days out, jory sees spots of red on a nearby tree. at first, she thinks them fruit. a closer look reveals them to be flowers with big, rounded, red petals and a red pistil, crowned with pollen like gold. noting her interest, one of the bajari bara walks her close and tells her its name—the maga—and even picks one of the flowers and hands it to her with a wink and a jape not to tell anyone.

clutching her flower, jory returns to the group. spotting elizabeth, she looks at her flower, then back at the woman. elizabeth has been kind to her. she sleeps in the cot next to hers (and gendry on the other side) and stayed up one night telling them stories of pirates and marvelous treasure and days upon the sea.

weaving among the others, jory catches up to elizabeth, and tugs on her hand to get her attention. the child flourishes the flower at elizabeth. ]

It's for you.

Edited 2020-11-08 17:35 (UTC)

[ 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?

Rosario listens patiently and, while she can understand his reasons, there is a ban on weapons for a reason—to protect the Appeared, as well as their own people. Ultimately, though, when it comes to security, it is the Bajari Bara's opinion that carries the greatest weight. She points him to the captain of that group to present his case to her. It's the captain who will make the final decision in this case.

The captain's opinion is this: based on Lan Wangji's, as of now, model behavior, his request will be granted on a temporary basis and with conditions. Aside from needing to sign the weapons out and back in for each practice, the lessons will also be monitored. The decision can be reassessed at any moment, and permissions will be immediately revoked if either he or Jory turns defiant or aggressive with any of their fellow Appeared, the shelter staff or guards.

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[ a dreary day in paradise.

the sky outside is a slate grey, rain falling like a silver curtain. the tropics apparently do nothing by half. when it shines, it really shines. and when it rains, it looks set to have them all swimming. ]

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…

[ mal sits by one of the windows, singing quietly as she watches the rain fall.

she put her jeans through a dark wash, improvised from the art supplies given to them, and wears a purple t-shirt whose sleeves she cut, reshaped, and dyed into a dragon’s wings. on her back, she wears her double dragon mark, one purple, one blue. if there were leather to pick from among the clothes given to them, she would have returned to her isle look.

there is no return to the isle, however. just as her magic refuses to grant her a return to auradon. she continues to sing, toying with her ring as she does. she misses evie terribly. she misses jay and carlos, even harry and uma. and ben… she misses ben most of all.

eyes downcast, her voice flows sweet and clear as water: ] I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…

[ Catra has not taken to the classes all that well. It rankles her, prickling at her skin and fur and making her feel like she's a kid again, back in the interminable instructional sessions that made up so much of her childhood in the Horde. At least this time, there's no corporal punishment or extra laps to run if she doesn't live up to expectations?

On the other hand, she's wrist dip in newspaper, glue, and other craft supplies being encouraged to work on... something. Blue nitrile gloves keep the gunk out of her fur, but it doesn't mean she likes it. She stares at the half formed lump of clay in front of her, ears flat against her head. Looking up at the purple-haired girl (Mal?) who had been recruited to help with this particular class, she grumbles. ]

This is stupid.

[When Nico finally rouses, it isn't to the cold floor he remembers passing out on, and it's with some disorientation that he realizes he's on a cot. The strange fleeting memory of touch lingers at his brow, but he doesn't remember being with anyone who would touch him so softly and writes it off to a dream. He doesn't sit up right away, still weak with fatigue from his ill fated attempt to reach the underworld and blinking bleary eyes open several times before his vision settles. Someone must have moved him here, probably because he was in the way.

Or that's what he assumes until the sight of two large eyes swims into his view and he blinks back at the gaze, slowly taking in the sight of a kid—a little girl—staring right back at him. She looks concerned and it means when he finally forces his vocal cords to work again, his own voice is soft and gentle.]

Hi. [It comes out as a weak croak and he closes his eyes for a moment, feeling the yawn of exhaustion inside of him still tugging at his insides. He'll need to nap again, probably, but maybe he should get back to his own cot. Still he doesn't sit up, gathering the willpower to do so.]

Was I on the floor?

I moved you. [ said in the same tone as one would speak of a shoe left in the hall.

she frowns at him a moment longer before seeming to come to a decision. ]

Don't move.

[ she returns a few minutes later bearing a paper cup from which pale wisps of steam lightly rise. ]

Drink this, [ she orders.

she holds up the cup to his mouth, feeding him in sips. the tea is warm and not too sweet. she cups her free hand under his chin to catch any droplets that may dribble out. ]

[He might have disobeyed except he really is very groggy. When She returns, he isn't expecting her to hold the cup for him too, and a protest dies on his lips at her very serious expression. He tells himself he's indulging her and not that he's afraid of seeing that very serious expression turn into a frown.

At least there's no one around to see.

When he's had near half of the tea—warm and delicious and actually helping to clear his head—he reaches for it with one hand, sitting up carefully.]

Thanks. For moving me, and the tea. I'm alright, really. Just overdid it.

[ her face is long and solemn, her grey eyes shadowed and heavy. she does not seem child given often to smiles or laughter. those eyes don't belong on a child, at all.

she tips her head to the side. her eyes narrow slightly when she hears his answer. ]

What were you doing?

Trying to get somewhere that doesn't exist here, I guess...[He sighs and frowns, the answer only half meant for her. He should probably be more careful with talking about his abilities, but given the whole situation here in Llave, he's really not too concerned. Also, she's a kid, and he instinctively trusts them far more than adults.]

I wanted to know if I could get to the underworld from here. I can't. Or I'm locked out...I don't know, I couldn't find it.

This emaciated sad looking teen is going to ask about the traditions surroundings death on Llave. What sort of celebrations they have aside from the ones recently celebrated, if there's a death deity or deities, and where they reside or are said to reside. Or if she can point him in the direction of any experts on the subject.

Also he's going to ask if they have a concept of the underworld and if there are any rumors on how to get there without actually being dead.

Totally normal questions. Also he's going to be cagey but polite.

The underworld?

[ it was a long way down, she remembers. she tried to count the steps and couldn't. ]

[ as night falls, she watches the people bring in a strange box with a lens on the front. she perches nearby and watches them set it up in front of a wall. chairs are brought in, and she helps set them in rows. the box is behind the chairs, higher than them, on a wheeled table.

she is given her choice of snacks and allowed to pick her seat. kicking her feet idly, she waits for the others to gather and for the 'movie', whatever that is.

to her shock, an image starts moving on the wall. it's a story. movies are stories with images and sound and colors and music. she smiles and laughs and gasps when appropriate and, so engrossed is she, that she jumps and cries out when the villain jumps at the hero.

immediately, she's shushed and she hunkers down in her seat again, embarrassed. ]

[He pauses, considering how to answer. He's never had to explain it before.]

Where the souls of the dead rest once they've left the mortal realm. Where I'm from, it's a place I can go and visit.

I thought I might be able to learn something if I could get there.

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.]

There are many names for the same place. Like there are many names and many faces for the same god.

[ he is not lying. she would know if he was. which means he could tell her the way.

curiosity lines her expression. ]

How do you travel to it?

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