New Arrivals (All new characters)

[utopiamods]

You're falling, and you can't remember why. It's a sickening feeling that makes your insides lurch; the darkness and the vertigo combine, and all you can think of is a story you heard once, somewhere.

Ah, I remember now. It's... a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her. The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess. No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--

The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep. Mechanical, monotonous.

"Next stop: Rakuen City. This train terminates here. The next stop is Rakuen. All change." The train rocks steadily as it winds its way through white drifts of snow. Sunlight streams through the window, heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows when the wind is right.

It's strangely difficult to shake off the sleep; the rhythm of the train seems to lull you back into slumber and the air is warm and heavy, making it hard to keep hold of a thought. Finally, though, the nausea settles, the last of the dream fades and you can take in your surroundings. And, perhaps more importantly, those around you in a similar state.

"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."

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[threshprinceoffuckyou]

Karkat Vantas did not believe in fairy tales, no. Fairy tales were full of imaginary things like golden towers and happy endings. They weren't necessarily for the weak-minded, per se, but for the dreamers; they were for those who smile with ease and believe in intangible concepts, who defy gravity and fly. (Like Jade, like John.) Karkat, poor Karkat, was tied to the ground and held down by the cold, slimy tendrils of reality.

Despite that, Karkat believed in love. He unabashedly, whole-hearted, shamelessly believed in romance, in chance meetings, and true love's kiss. Call him a huge tool, but he was fucking invested in that story. He didn't fight sleep again when they met and fought. Karkat was so fucking tired.

When he was less groggy and more conscious, he was less compliant. After the announcement through the speakers, Karkat screamed, at the top of his adorable alien lungs:

“WHAT THE HOLY FUCK IS GOING ON!?”

[unbridledfangs]

As soon as the sleep starts drawing away from him, Kamui's fingers twitch, eternally seeking the hand of another. As his consciousness gradually returns to him, it finally occurs to him that the uncomfortable sting on the back of his eyelids is sunlight.

Why am I...? There is no cause for him to be in the light. Not when Tokyo is filled with deadly rain and everything he desires lays in the dark depths of-

"Subaru!" The name is past his lips before he can stop it, shooting to his feet in the process and potentially upsetting anyone who had the bad fortune to be sitting in the same compartment as him. While waking to foreign sights and sounds is normal for him, he has always done it with a familiar face next to his own and a hand clasped in his. As his eyes quickly dart around the immediate area, it's fairly clear he's becoming more agitated and upset. The person he's looking for isn't here, and as far as he knows? It's because he's still trapped beneath the waters of Tokyo.

[themidwife]

A Birthing Guardian's tasks are never done. Breeding duties, grubwatching, grubrearing, ensuring the survival of as much of the brood as possible, and putting the older wigglers in the time-out chair just long enough to make an example out of them - a constant stream of necessities. Someone in this most ancient, most holy line of work has no time for fairy tales, pretty "stories" meant to lull the minds of young, braindead pupae into complacency.

Admittedly, the only known person still stuck in this position might be willing to make an exception for cinema of the romantic-comedy subgenre, purely out of an anthropological interest. But that's all. So when said person feels sleep trying to drag him back down, he fights for all he's worth. He will not be defeated. He will rise above this challenge, and he will viciously mock the lesser beings that fall to it.

When he wakes up again, the train's stopped. Cursing his failure (quite audibly and quite interestingly), the wiry alien rockets out of his seat, gaze darting all around. By the time he puts two and two together and realizes that he is not in fact in Alternia any longer, the cursing grows exponentially louder.

This whirling dervish of half-asleep obscenity jumps out of his seat and begins to stalk forward. He will find his answers, one way or another.

The Midwife is not one to back down from such challenges.

[has_soothing_bells]

Hmmm..what a nice dream...

The world lurched, and Reimi squeaked as she was throw onto the ground from her spot. "Oh...that hurt quite a lot..." She raised her hand to rub her head...

Wait a minute.

Hand?
Voice?
What in Arceus' name?

The Bellossom opened her eyes, and the first thing she noticed was she was on a train.
The second?
She had hands.

Have a shrieking young lady, everyone.

[healinghero]

Yellow streaches out a bit and yawns, looking around sleeply. Not exactly noticing where she was. But she does notice something amiss. But she could not quite figure out what.

"Oh...Where is it..But..What is it...?"

[floweringknight]

Sakuya blinked sleepily as he woke up to the sound of the conductor, trying to remember what was going on. Oh, right, his new school... yet he couldn't help feel like he was forgetting something.

In any case, he sat up, smoothing out his clothes, making sure he was presentable. And then fumbling with his tie... why could he not..? After a few minutes of turning it into just a worse, lopsided mess, he finally gave up on it.

Looking impeccable and graceful in his butler's uniform, except for the terrible knotted thing his necktie had become, Sakuya scooted out of his row of seats and started to head down the aisle once the train came to a halt. Well, time to see the new place...

[nephentes_rajah]

"Rakuen City?" The green-haired woman murmured even before she was fully wakened. One simply does not tempt an aged youkai with the promise of sleep and then pull that rug out from under them. It left her tired and worn.

Yuuka finally glanced around with dark red orbs to take in the surroundings of the inside of the train car, and the people milling about. Are you with her on that seat, or just passing by? Whatever the case, hopefully you will not mind as Yuuka reaches up to tug the ascot at her neck free, pull open the top few buttons, and touch at her clavicle while she inspects her reflection in the mirror.

Just what was that strange dream, and why does she feel like so many things are wrong? She hasn't felt this tired and cranky since...

Since...

That part isn't important. What is important is finding out whomever put her on this train and give them an earful, all the while giving her fellow new arrivals an eyeful because, well, she's not yet buttoned up her shirt or tied her kerchief again.