[ main entrance, open to all! ]

[drivesahonda]

Characters: Ieyasu Tokugawa
Format: Prose, action, whichever.
This log is: Open!
Location: Main entrance.
Summary: Ieyasu's introduction! Feel free to come bug him.
Warnings: Sengoku-era cluelessness? ETA I may be a bit slow in replying due to sickness at the moment, sorry about that!

To say Ieyasu is dazed would be an understatement.

It must be a dream, he thinks, as he starts to register his surroundings. It looks to be a carriage of some sort, a contraption he'd not even witnessed in the hands of the Saika. Before he can try to begin making sense of things, this dream, vivid as it is, ushers him off and away into even stranger territory.

A building. A grand one, at that; the architecture is astounding, Ieyasu thinks. It's unlike any place Ieyasu has ever seen, and his senses flooding back to him don't do a lot in the way of helping him rationalize it. The air and smells and sounds of this place are unfamiliar, but they are almost certainly genuine. Perhaps he had been wrong, this could be...

...No, he tells himself, it won't do him any good to panic-- so he stands in that very spot and scans the immediate grounds in search of a familiar face; Tadakatsu, one of his soldiers, anyone. And that's when it occurs to Ieyasu that he's not entirely sure what he's looking for: his mind is decidedly blank at the notion of Tadakatsu's face.

He's awake, but far from understanding.

Comments

[themerryway]

Euphemia heard the train pull up a short while ago; she heads there now, out of her own curiosity and out of a desire to meet the new students. There isn't anyone in the lobby for the introductory video just yet, so Euphie heads out the front doors.

She spots someone not wearing the uniform, and approaches without hesitation.

"Excuse me? Are you new here?" she says, brightly.

[monkeystail]

She's just passing by, mango from the dining hall in her mouth and tail swinging, when she sees him. For a moment, a brief, heart-fluttering, hopeful moment, she thinks (hopes) it's her father but---

It's not. It's all the yellow, she realizes. Daddy wears a lot of yellow too. She's almost angry enough to cry, and almost angry enough to lob the mango at the man's head, but he doesn't deserve that. So she takes a deep breath and just stares at him for a while.

He looks completely clueless, kinda like Baije.
"Hey, are you all right?" Huashi says, still unashamedly staring, half-eaten mango in one hand. She doesn't get any closer though. Just because he wears yellow like daddy doesn't mean he's okay.

[womenwouldgrieve]

Edgar had just arrived today, also. He was reeling from everything that had just happened prior to his awakening on that train; he was still working out how he should react to the situation he'd just been thrust into.

He's not quite as impressed with the architecture as the other man who'd arrived today, so he isn't fixated on that; instead, he's been flipping through the book that was in the briefcase he'd arrived with.

He glances over to the other confused-looking man. "You wouldn't have any idea what's behind this, would you?"