intro log

[ceoqueen]

who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now

You’re not sure how it happened.

A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.

You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.

Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.

Welcome to Omega.


ooc notes
You’re free to expand past the landing area, but please start all threads here. Please remember that your character will not have housing until Aria makes a post granting it; it’ll be on outsiders and linked here when it goes up.

Comments

[askedtobe]

[ Peter almost snorted, but the fact of the matter was, this was all a little much to take in at once. Says the guy who's probably going to explode in the middle of Manhattan sometime soon -- or, well, maybe not now that he's here. But demons and... portals to other worlds were a whole different story. It was like comparing apples to pineapples and Peter didn't know which one of them was the apple. ]

I died once. Sort of-- I wouldn't really call it dying, since I came back but I've never even heard somebody talk about demons. Definitely starting to believe your whole different world theory.

[ Wanting to hit the pause button was about all Peter could think of doing, but there was no way to wave his hand and make it all stop for just a second or two. It was all he wanted, some time to process where it didn't feel like the world was being tugged out from under his feet. He shook his head, trying to backpedal just a little and catch his breath. ]

What's your name?

[traineeassistantdirector]

Oh, well, don't worry about that. My boyfriend died once, and he's pretty much okay these days.

[And ghosts and vampires are somewhat relevant, too, but he probably shouldn't try to get into that now. A much fun as it was to jut go ahead and explain things without hedging and coming up with sneaky excuses, he did have a target, here, and that was... Well, mostly it was keeping anyone from panicking. Small steps.]

I'm Tony.

[askedtobe]

Pretty much, huh. Guess it's better than not really okay.

[ Peter kind of can't help but snort, because it's all getting so ridiculous that it's funny. At least, in the kind of way where you have to laugh just to get on with it all, except Peter's still just a little too exhausted to do much of either -- getting on with it or laughing, and names are easy because he's told his a million times just because he's a Petrelli. ]

Peter. [ And yet this time he leaves off the last name, because he's trying to be his own person. The kind of person that doesn't need their namesake to be someone. ] You got any idea where we're supposed to go next?

[traineeassistantdirector]

Well, I mean, it's not like he was pleased about it, but he handled it pretty well...

[Right, Lee's emotional life isn't necessarily very relevant.]

And no, none. I have no idea who did this, why, or how. But I know it's a thing that could happen, and it's done wonders to keep me calm. Nice to have a way to deal with things, you know?