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A new day has come.

So unlike many other places, the Sphere doesn’t celebrate New Years on New Year’s Eve. Instead they celebrate it in s three day festival commencing on January first to the third. The festival starts on the first at dawn with people waking up early to watch the first unofficial sunrise in the Sphere. Unlike most other days, this sunrise is universal, moving into each of the domes and filling them with such a bright light that it looks like an idealized version of a bright summer’s day. Groups of people join together to watch it in the dormitory dorms as well as in several public areas. The agriculture dome and the recreational domes are popular places for such activities and there are several places where there appear to be flowers blooming and almost the sound of birdsong.

Also in the more public places, there are large tables filled up with what seems to be a standard light breakfast of fruit, cheese and various loaves of bread, including a particular loaf of bread that everyone is given either in their attendance or in the dome itself. It’s a circular loaf with nuts on it that’s perfect for sharing. Indeed people keep trying to share a piece with the characters around them.

One thing that’s missing though? None of the places seem to have any sort of caffeine in any form. If questioned about it, someone knowledgeable will respond: “you can’t have caffeine until the sun sets!” The words come with a good natured laugh and characters are then handed a glass of fruit juice.

Out with the old and in with the new.

As the sun is about to set on the first day, crowds gather in the rec dome. There in the middle of the area there’s a large bonfire set up. The smoke billows up towards the top of the dome before it disappears. People gathered around the fires are throwing old possessions into it, some of which are their own and some of them are the possessions of the people who had left. The idea is to unburden yourself of things to face the new year with a clean slate.

There are smaller fires around, and they burn different colors with the smoke being sweet smelling and light. Some people show the newcomers how to gather the smoke in their hands and release it over their heads, in order to clear out dark thoughts and whatever is troubling people. The smoke gives people a slight feeling of euphoria, and makes them feel as if whatever is happening isn’t quite as bad as they think it is.

And we’re dancing through life.

On the second day, the public domes are fairly dead. The merchant dome is closed and only a few restaurants are open, and only those are for delivery. The entire city almost seems to be holding their breath and waiting for something. When the clock turns to eight pm, it’s almost as if the entire city is lit in a combination of stars and candlelight. In the gardens in the Rec dome, a large ball has been set up. Everyone in the city has been given their ideal fancy dress outfit, including mask in order to wear to it. The idea behind it is that the characters are in the middle of their transitional state. Day one was the day they put their old life behind them, and day three will be the day that they form their new selves for the year ahead. Which is why at the ball, people wear masks and have the option to give into some of the things that they wouldn’t normally do.

Wanna eat that there whole pint of ice cream? Go nuts. Wanna drink a bottle of vodka? Hey it’s your liver and it’s not like you can die! Wanna hook up in a dark corner with a stranger. It’s your life and there’s some nice velvet couches over there; out of sight and out of mind.

Dinner is in the form of an elaborate meal, sort of along the idea of Fat Tuesday in New Orleans, no expense is spared and everything is extremely well done and extravagant. Rich food, insane desserts, open bar, everything this night is too excess. At various points in the evening, the sky which has been showing stars shifts into things like fireworks, and glowy nebuleuses, causing people to burst into spontaneous bouts of applause.

All the while, there are various and shifting dance floors with an assortment of music to dance to, including classical, swing, fiddles, big band, pop, R&B, and basically anything that you can think of. The dances that people do there are as varied as the population, the drunkenness level and of course the all important dances of people's native Caucasia.

The party goes until dawn, at which point, the drunken releveries spill onto the streets, and people return to their personal domes singing loudly and off key.

...Is that… a squirrel?

For anyone who has been in the Sphere for any sort of length of time, one thing has stood out: there are no living creatures within the Sphere other than the people themselves. All of the meat has been generated versus harvested, and there’s not even bugs involved. Of course, all of that changes when there’s suddenly a random black squirrel darting in among the trees of the park in the recreational dome. It’s not frightened of people for the most part, unless someone tries to touch it. Then you better hope to god you’re a bard or you’ve got some ranks in handle animal, but this thing does not want to be touched.

Yeah, people who make the effort are going to get bitten or scratched. Yeah, that kinda looks infected. You may wanna see someone about it. Or hope really hard. But either way, at least the clinic is there for you.

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Choose your own adventure. Some suggestions: network posts, roommates meeting, before the party, randomly interacting with shops or restaurants, trying to find a job, etc. Go nuts.

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A. New Day

Rick is awake early but it's not for the purpose of watching the sunrise or what not even though it ends up happening. He's not particularly paying that much attention to it, though. His mind is still elsewhere as he makes his way around.

Hunger does make itself known, being the main reason he'd gotten up and out so early in the first place. He doesn't accept any bread from those offering it, but he does take some fruit, cheese and bread and finds a place to settle and eat, keeping an eye on his surroundings. He's observing but he's not unfriendly or unwelcoming if someone looks his way or joins him.

B. Out with the Old

[ Rick has nothing to add to the fire that is being started but he is there all the same. It's interesting to watch what people give up but he doesn't particularly have anything that he's willing to let go of and there is very little he has in the first place and it'd been that way for some time now.

There is plenty of internal baggage that would have been good to burn but that's harder than the material.

Rick watches as someone is shown some ritual with one of the smaller fires, looking at it curiously and then shaking his head doubtfully as he overheard the explanation. ]

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A new day
Gyda's up early just on habit. Even after months in Riverview, she could never get over years of waking up at dawn. She does notice something strange about the sunset, and gatherings around food are even done at home.

The clothing provided for her reminds her of home-her first home in Kattegat-though the colors and fabric are too well made to be from there, but they still give her a sense of homesickness that's become all too familiar. This is a new world, and however strange it might be, it was a chance she might never get back in Kattegat-or even in Helheim.

Plate and drink in hand, she looks around for a place to sit and enjoy the view.

Squirrel
Having grown up and helped raise animals her entire life, Gyda knew from almost the first day that there were none in any of the Domes she'd visited. This unnerved her more than anything; even in Riverview, even on another planet there were animals of sorts, however none she knew the immediate names for.

She saw the black squirrel in passing, and her curiousity's peaked enough to try and follow it. The creature's clearly scared, and even when she gets close enough to it, Gyda wonders at what sort of health condition it might be in-clearly not good. Having grown up on a farm, she knows how to handle skittish animals, especially ones extra fearful from sickness or injury. She knows they don't like to be handled, and often need a form of covering around their eyes to keep them from thrashing out.

The only thing in way of a covering she had was a jacket, and she quickly took it off, keeping her eye on it. She then moved forward, keeping quiet and steady-before quickly throwing the jacket over it. The creature struggled as she tried to gather it around her, hoping it wouldn't hurt itself from thrashing.

She held it out in a bundle, praying it wouldn't scratch or bite through the fabric. "I have a sick animal here." She called out to the nearest person she could see. "Is there an animal doctor around?"

Maybe a human one as well, given the scratches on her hands.

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A. A new Day

There are very few things that can keep Lyndon away from free food. Oh, wait. There were none. The thief couldn't say he often made a habit of attending festivals in the open, normally keeping more to the shadows was all the better to liberating people of their coin purses after all. Normally, he also wasn't generally keen on waking so early, but this world promised many things, being devoid of demons chiefly among them, and so there he was, collecting breads and pocketing them for later, partaking of fruits and cheeses he'd never heard of, sipping a strange citrus juice that seemed to be named for its color...

Eventually, he has a seat at a table to the side, his back to the glass walls of the dome, where he helps himself to his spoils and watches those gathered. He has a friendly smile and a nod for anyone who might decide to join him. No one needs to know he's scouting those at the gathering after all.

Wildcard I. Out and About

[The market offers the thief an amalgam of opportunity, but he hasn't evaded capture this long for lack of cunning. There are contraptions here he's never seen, store owners seem to be much better at keeping an eye on their patrons than he's ever experienced. He needs a partner. He'll share, of course, whatever spoils they may muster, but he needs someone who knows the lay of the land.

Well, he'll share if they're aware they're aiding him in anything nefarious at least. Not only a thief, but also a con man, he steps beside someone who may be walking along.]

Good afternoon. You seem to know your way about this place. I'm woefully new and in desperate need of a friend.

[He offers a hand, even, and a friendly smile.]

My name is Lyndon.

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While I'm not sure how I feel about this little contraption it is useful, isn't it? We only need to touch it, and our thoughts are projected however we want to everyone. What sort of thoughts, you ask?

[There's something like a mischievous chuckle across the telepathic feed, and vague hints at something equal parts delightful and sinful, use your imagination.]

Naughty, naughty. We've only just met! Who are my neighbors, anyway? We live in a reverse fishbowl, after all. May as well know one another. For instance, my name is Lyndon and I hail from the city of Kingsport, a port city and trade hub that attracts all sorts from pirates to merchant princes and always smells of rotting fish! Quite a charming and sprawling city, Kingsport, but it is home.

A new day
Everything here was curious. It was full of strange clothing and rituals that Seregil wasn't used to. There were no crowded streets, none of the bustling that he was used to, and most importantly, nothing like where he had just been. He'd just been tucking his procured coin underneath his clothing after freshening up at a stream and being convinced to take the young man he'd just saved with him. Now he was standing amongst strange people in a crowded area that looked nothing like anything he'd ever seen before.

That, of course, didn't stop him from being curious. With the cursed coin tucked neatly under his clothing he began to walk in and among the people, taking in their dress and mannerisms and adopting them as he went. It was easiest, after all, to understand a new place when you were inconspicuous. As he continued to mingle, listening to parts of conversations, he began procuring articles of clothing and changing them out for different parts of his wardrobe. By the end, he's looking decidedly well put together (due to his discerning eye and the fact that it's all black pieces), even if the outfit seems far less to his taste than if he were wearing something from home that wasn't a costume.

Out with the old
The bonfires were interesting, as was the meaning of them. He had a passing thought to try and destroy the coin in one, but Nysander needed it, and that was more important. Instead, he found himself a glass of whatever passed for good alcohol and began to interact.

Dancing
Seregil had opted not to partake in the ball part of the festivities, even if entering his 'room' had offered him a better set of clothing options. Especially in the way of festive wear. He did, however, opt for the dress clothing that had been present in the room. Especially during the all too familiar festival. Food and drink flowing like water was something he was used to, and it didn't take him long to be completely integrated and enjoying himself. Even if the people here seemed to be stranger than he'd met in quite some time. Their food and their drink were good, and that was all that mattered at the moment.

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a; a new day has come

[ The festivities are fleetingly similar to those in Thedas, though they do not carry the same weight as they had in Skyhold. This place is strange, though he can't boast that this is the most strange place he's ever been in. Ever since receiving the mark on his hand, Luthien's life has been one bit of bad luck and odd encounter after another. Yet, he presses forward.

Watching a sunset that has no business this far underwater is almost close enough, though he can't get over how unnatural this place is. Completely void of breeze or the ever-present sounds of the forest that should be surrounding them. He feels so displaced that he can't shake off the unease lingering in the back of his mind.

Still, he has to do as he always does and move on. Breakfast is a fairly common variety of bread, cheese, and fruit, which he eats sitting under a tree in solitude. If someone happens to join him, he isn't rude, offering a smile. ]

This place is so strange, isn't it?

b;...is that..a squirrel?

[ Of course the first thing that he does upon seeing a squirrel is follow it. Being raised in the forests and plains of the Free Marches didn't account for nothing. He keeps his distance, but after having been here a while and having not seen nor heard anything natural, curiosity gets the better of him. As it always does- which is how he became Inquisitor in the first place...

After a while, it scurries up a tree, and that's probably when someone happens to walk by, as this elf is tying to scale the tree to see if he can get closer to it. It's not a bear, at least. He'll be fine. Probably.. ]

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[ Feel free to throw anything else in as a prompt! ]

a new day has come

[ A orange ottsel is crawling on the table lying among the fruits ]

Daxter was smirking "Now THIS is how a precursor should be treated!"

[ The ottsel pulled some grapes into his mouth ]

[ Jak instead was staring in the glass of fruit juice several citizens insisted he have. There were various people and other creatures here sharing drinks and more. He would of preferred a beer of some sort to say the least.

"Can't a guy get a good pitcher of BEER!"

[ Jak muttered and walked toward Daxter who was still stuffing his face with fruit. ]

[ Come on, Dax. How much did you eat already?" ]

b: .... Is that a squirrel..

[ Jak eyed the squirrel running and then eyed Daxter and snickered ] "That could be a distant cousin of yours, Dax."

[Daxter smirked and then frowned upon hearing the joke at his expense]

"HEY! Jakkkkk!

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I. A New Day Has Come.

[A new, indeed. It's munted enough Jagger awoke a few days ago in a human aquarium under the sea, but today he was woken from his uneven slumber by an artificial sun glaring horrific rays into his eyes. Since his entire pod was illuminated, he dressed and went to investigate, seeing as the coffee he'd procured for his pod was missing.

He snubs all attempts to offer him bread, raising a gloved hand in denial as he tries, apparently in vain, to find coffee somewhere. He's handed a cup of juice instead, and then he hears the death knell of his day from a native. "You can't have caffeine until the sun sets!"]

Is this some sort of test? Are they trying to weed out the serial killers?

II. Network
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Good evening. To be honest, I'm not normally the one who addresses the public, but since the Sphere's cheated me of my partner in crime, I guess it falls to me.

My name is Jagger Crowe. Back home, my partner, Chuck Reynolds and I, run C&R Investigations. We look for answers to questions that seem to have no logical explanation: strange lights, buildings where unexplained occurrences have been reported, things like that. Sometimes, we help families who believe they're being haunted or plagued by something otherworldly. In short, we're paranormal investigators. Chuck normally handles the PR. He says I'm too grating and sardonic. No idea why...

[There's the hint of a smile in his voice at that, sarcastic.]

Anyway, I actually have a Private Investigative license, too, which I guess gives me some additional credibility? The long and short of it is this: I'm good at finding out the answers to things most people want to laugh off as impossible. Honestly, most of the time, the skeptics are right. Whenever they aren't? That's when we step in. My point is, there's a lot going on here we don't see. I'm not usually one to stick my nose where it doesn't belong, but that glowing ball forced my hand. I don't like repeating work, though, so I'd like to know what you've found out.

Thanks.

dancing through life... skimming the surface

[It's a grand party, in size and measure, crowed to its brim. She dresses appropriately with the gown and mask she'd been given.

Her steps skirt the edge of the gathering, watching the glittering lights and the colorful forms dance and bend like little pieces of wrapping paper floating on the wind. She eventually finds a small solitary sphere where the music is loud enough to heard but only as a distant echo drifting through the spheres. A soft blue light glimmers throughout the room and it appears as if the furniture has been pushed tightly against its walls.

String instruments begin to resonate through the sphere and she finds herself smiling to the familiar tune.] I remember this song. [Her fingers delicately lift the waves of white silk swirling around her waist and she raises her arms in the position she remembers. It's been years since she danced but the steps easily return to her.

It doesn't matter that she's alone.

Her eyes close and her mouth shapes into a warm smile. Magic shimmers around her frame and for those peeking into the room, some might spot a phantom imagine of wings unfurling from her shoulder blades.]

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Hello?

[She's lightly pressing at the new golden piece behind her ear as she attempts to greet those with her.]

Excuse me. I hope this works. [Her voice is sweet and feminine.] Oh. There we are. I'll start again.

Hello.

I'd like to know more about the people here. Nothing intrusive or invasive. But the world is turning out to be much larger than I thought and I'd like to learn more about it. Thank you, in advance, for your time.

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I. Out with the Old

[For a moment, face turned towards the flames and the smell of smoke in the air, she can see herself back in the Red Waste. There had been another pyre like this for her where she had burned what was most precious to her. The old of her life turning to ash as she embraced whatever would happen, that she would burn away into nothing or rise from the flames.

It didn't ease her guilt that she had nothing to add to this fire. Everything that she might consider was still at Meereen, packed and waiting for her to sail to Westeros. It seemed rude though not to participate, as this ceremony seemed to be of marked importance to the people of this world.

Moving away from the larger fire, she visited the smaller ones, filled with colorful smoke. She knelt beside a few others, watching the demonstrations of how to pass the smoke over herself. She mimicked the woman, hoping that something new, something fortunate would pass over her.]

It's beautiful here. It reminds me of... [Not home. Vaes Dothrak had never been home for her.] ...a place I knew once.

II. Dancing Through Life

[The food was lavish, but after the earlier events and feasts, there is no hunger left in her, only an interest in exploring. The bustle of people and their activities didn't bother her. After a Dothrahki wedding, this meant very little. If there were people coupling in the corner, so be it. Everyone seemed happy and excited by their surroundings and the celebration. Better than the misery she had seen before.

While food wasn't very appetizing, wine was. Taking a glass, she followed a group outside to watch the fireworks. Set against the night sky, the vibrant colors pushed her heart into her throat. It was strange how small things like this could still move her. After the pyramids of Meereen and Yunkaii, after the Red Waste and Qarth, this still managed to move her.]

I know it isn't real, but it is beautiful. I wonder how they change the images of the sky like that?

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Rick Grimes ( The Walking Dead )

Gyda ragnarsdottir: vikings (crau from riverview)

Lyndon (The Scoundrel) | Diablo III

Seregil | The Nightrunners Series

Inquisitor Lavellan || Dragon Age: Inquisition

Jak and Daxter || Jak 3

Jagger Crowe | Original Character