a welcome;

[mallowmods]

Who: Everyone and everyone!
What: Welcoming in the new members to Mallow Hallow
Where: Everywhere!
When: March 2nd.

[ Once everyone’s settled in their particular districts, no doubt thousands of questions running between each individual mind, there’s an announcement. Not over the devices, but rather in speakers all over each and every district. A familiar voice should ring out—you did, after all, hear the voice of your Queen earlier today. ]

Ahem! Can you hear me? Ah, right then.

Hello loveies! You might recall this particular visage which speaks before you—that is, I am your Queen. Call me Queenie, if you must! I’ve met you all on this particular day, and I find it important to bestow some of my boundless knowledge onto you, sweethearts.

Now! Done with formalities, let’s see where we stand… ah, yes! Might I be the first to welcome you all to Mallow Hallow, our wonderful little country. Not too big, not quite too small either! It’s just lovely, isn’t it? Oh, how all my new babies will love it here! Or—perhaps not. [ She clicks her tongue. ] Either way, it doesn't really matter. You're stuck here for the time, so do try to make the most of it, dears.

Of course, there are our sectors within Mallow Hallow. Six… [ There’s silence for a short moment. ] Yes, there are six, aren’t there..? Well, six different communities you might stem off from! Surely you remember the name from our meeting earlier? If not, I’m sure one of the regular inhabitants of each particular district will assist you in naming your new home!

Live where you’d like, eat what you’d like, do what you’d like! Our homes are now your homes, so please, consider us all a big happy family to you! Remember you can reach me or any of the other rulers of any of the districts, over at our voicemails! [ Somehow, that seems sarcastic… ]

Also, don’t cause any trouble, or I’ll personally end you. [ There it is. ]

I suppose that's all. Well then, bye now, dears! And let the word spread—Mallow Hallow is up and rising once again!

[ ooc: Quick links: Lochwell | Mallowhallow | Orlea | Astralfield | Crystalden | Highcrest | Whitewood | Network ]

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[twitchyswordhand]

[So, lost, disoriented, going holy shit at the extreme technology, Owain wandered. He shamelessly gawked in a fashion that he'd be mildly embarrassed to remember afterwards. (Only mildly in that it was pretty...you know. Swords and magic to indoor plumbing and sci fi high tech action.)

His mind was blown, basically.

Which is why at that moment Owain ran into someone or something by accident. Not a full on collision at breakneck pace (unless that someone or something was running into him) but at least a reasonably noticeable thump. You know, something that isn't just brushing against someone or whatever.]

Wh-!

[everupward]

[Being of a squishy mage type, Laurent stumbles a step or two after being bumped into, but he regains composure fairly quickly, turning on instinct to see what had caused it.

Well. That was a reasonably pleasant surprise.]

Ah. Owain. I was wondering if perhaps I was the only one designated to this district.

[twitchyswordhand]

[Seriously! Man...imagine literally bumping into Sevena or Kjelle. There would be no survivors.]

Ho, Laurent!... [Yeah, yeah, okay, dropping the act (for now) before he can get started.] I was kind of wondering the same thing. You've seen-

[And he's, if but momentarily, distracted by the sight of a local carrying what he would later learn was the Brave Little Toastmaster 3000. Armed with the latest in technology, this elite piece of hardware (wireless, with bluetooth, lasers, and a vacuum) is capable of cooking pieces of bread with the greatest in precision. You want your bread lightly golden with a smiley face carved into it? This toaster can do that. You want your bread crustless? This toaster can do that and it can order more bread if you run out.

It also looked really weird. So it's like...smooth white rounded things with Tron lines. But- whatever.]

-...what? Oh. [Yeah, he was saying something. Can you blame him for being distracted, though? Tron lines. Tron lines. And that's not even getting into what the locals are wearing. Gods. It's not bad, it just...it takes some getting used to.] Seen anybody else around?

[everupward]

[Laurent has more or less composed himself by now, but rest assured he is quite enjoying himself. So much science, so little time.

But there are other things to do. Experimentation will have to wait.]

"Seen" is perhaps not quite the word I would use. I have spoken with Gerome, Henry, and Noire. [....And the male Robin, but that's a weird area.] From Henry I have heard that Tharja and His Highness have also been sighted.

Your mother as well. [Nothing of his own parents, but that's fine. He'll simply document his findings until then.]

Accountability must be taken at once. Now if only I could... [His voice trails off again as he pulls out his phone again, studying it from every angle and pressing a button here and there.]

1/2

[twitchyswordhand]

[And this fundamental difference in approach is why they can't properly support each other.

Anyway, so, yeah. He's giving the guy a moment.]

2/2

[twitchyswordhand]

[Wait, no, what is he doing. No. No, taking that moment back. Bam.]

If only you could? Come on, you can't leave me hanging.

[everupward]

[Alas, some things are just not meant to be.]

Ah-

[And much like his mother, it's rather difficult to get him out of his own head. He looks up slowly, but only for a moment.]

Apologies. I believe I am on the verge of a breakthrough. If I could understand the inner workings of this device, then perhaps I could contact whoever else in our army that has been transported here.

[twitchyswordhand]

[Gods, it's like Lamont Laurent's in a world of his own while doing his own thing, oblivious to everything that's going on around him.

...

It would be nice to say hi to Mom, though...]

...er, how long do you think you'll need?

[Obligatory continuation link.]

[taktikos]

[ That was terribly amusing to watch, but still, Robin feels like he ought to make sure both of them are all right. Naga knows how many times Owan has run into something by now. ]

Are you all right, Owain?

[twitchyswordhand]

[And if he was paired up with Uncle Chrom the resulting property damage...

One runs into things, the other accidentally smashes them. Nothing would be safe.]

Gods, I'm fine. It's nothing. [Wait. Is that? That is.] Robin! [Cripes, thank the gods that he's here. Now that Robin's around he can probably bullshit some sort of elaborate plot to save the day...

...or at least figure out how the communicators properly work.] I sense in this meeting the work of the hand of fate.

[taktikos]

[ Owain. Just Owain. There really isn't any other description necessary. Robin is trying not to laugh. ]

The hand of fate?

[ Really. ]

It is good to see you. I hope you've been doing well, running into random people notwithstanding.

[twitchyswordhand]

It was an accident!

[...]

...yeah, I could use your help with something. [Guess what he's about to pull out~~~]

[taktikos]

I'm sure it was.

[ If nothing else, you are almost always a mood-brightener, Owain. ]

And what would that be?

[ Your helpful neighborhood tactician well, something like that to the rescue. ]

[twitchyswordhand]

[All hail Robin who...really could use a dramatic epithet, thinking about it. Robin, the man of twists and turns? Robin, raider of cities? Robin army-breaker, master of strategy? (For the record, the other Robin can be the hope of soldiers, the great tactician, and then share the entire 'army-breaker, master of strategy' thing with the male Robin. Okay, done.)]

Well...

[And out comes the communicator.]

Have you figured this out yet?

[Of course the answer will be a yes. Right? Right? Also, I posted to the continuation post.]