[50] with no one else to turn to!

[buildstherobots]

Well well, it seems as though we have quite a few new arrivals, don't we? Well, unlucky as you are to have been brought here, you do have the amazingly good luck of having me here to guide you! It just so happens that I've written up a comprehensive letter to poor souls such as yourselves, detailing out everything you could possibly need to know about our delightful little town.

I highly doubt you would be able to find my assigned "home," so for a few hours you will instead find me located at the park in the middle of town with more than enough to go around. As always, older residents who desire one will also be indulged, what with my truly generous nature after all.

Oh! Truly you should not have any trouble recognizing someone as beautiful as myself, but look for a slender man with white hair. I'm known as Dist the Rose.

[And, sure enough, Dist can be found in the parking lot just outside the park, wearing a new blue coat as his own is rather poor at keeping a person warm. There's a stack of letters on the seat of his motorcycle, probably at least fifty. He's even brought the Cheagle, who is having an inordinate amount of fun playing in the snow.]

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[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He's anything but a newbie, but Crowe will be showing up. He's not coming empty handed though; he's got a bag for you!]


Hi Dist. I wonder if it would be okay that I grab a copy of that guide?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Oh wonderful, someone's shown up! He was starting to become impatient, not that that's difficult for him. He picks up one of the letters and holds it out proudly, grinning a bit.]

Of course! That's what they're for!

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Great! Thanks. I want to keep it with my records. Ah, speaking of, here. [He opens the bag and hands you some papers.] I've been working on a journal of events in my time here... I figured it could be handy, yeah?

Oh, I have this too. [He also has a small bag of cookies too.]</i. Ah, merry Christmas.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist is a little taken aback by the things, not really sure what to say at first. He hadn't expected to get any gifts.]

Ah... thank you.

...The letter has a rough timeline of the major events that have happened, as well as a general introduction at the top.

[Yes, turn the subject back to something that doesn't make him slightly self-conscious.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

No problem. Enjoy.

[He flips over it.] This is a good idea. At the rate people come into this town, it gets hard to keep up.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist nods. Sol, who's heard the word "cookie" and can smell the bag, gives Dist a firm tug on the pantleg; he blinks and looks down, then passes one to the impatient Cheagle.]

I thought so. They're no use to anyone if they don't know what they're getting into.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

It's always fair to let people know what they're coming into, no matter who they are.

[Crowe's never seen a Cheagle before. He grins when he sees it, then crouches down to look at it.] Hey there little guy. What do you think, are they good?

[befriendthewolf.livejournal.com]

[Well Dist, you've got one little(?) girl walking up to you with quite a purpose. She smiles brightly before speaking.]

Are you Dist? I heard your phone call and I'm still quite confused about this place. I'd love to read your letter.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist looks up from polishing the motorcycle, then straightens, giving an excited grin. It seems that he still hasn't gotten tired of people coming to him for information and advice.]

Naturally. Be aware, though, it's extremely comprehensive; only a genius such as myself could have put it together.

[He picks up one of the letters to give to her.]

[befriendthewolf.livejournal.com]

Ah, I'm sure! [Was that a bit of sarcasm? Who knows, as Ringo is quickly scanning the letter.]

... This place is more dangerous than I expected.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[If there's sarcasm there, Dist doesn't catch it. He's too busy puffing himself up.]

You can't be too careful in this place. Many of the inhabitants can't be trusted either, but that you really have to find out by trial and error, because there are so many coming and going.

[befriendthewolf.livejournal.com]

Oh my... It's... It's a lot to take in. I'm not sure I understand everything yet... And I take it you know of at least a small group of people who are trustable?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

There's a forming resistance. Generally anyone involved with it is trustworthy, at least in my experience. And, of course, I myself have much more information than what is found in the letter!

[befriendthewolf.livejournal.com]

How would I be able to get into this resistance? I may not look like much, but... I've done a lot of tracking and undercover work back home. I'd love to hear more, if you don't mind!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

The phones are the most effective means of getting in contact with them; ask for Frederick specifically, I think. What sort of experience do you have?

[befriendthewolf.livejournal.com]

Frederick... I'll try to put out a call soon! Ah, I was part of... a bank, of sorts. We'd do requests for people in our school, and it could get pretty dangerous. I guess you could call me back up? I'd relay information to the fighters, and I'm pretty good at getting information...

[And manipulating people to get her way.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Information and machinery are the things I specialize in, so believe me, I know its value! I'm sure you would be a welcome addition.

[befriendthewolf.livejournal.com]

Really?! I'm glad you understand; maybe we could work together eventually!

[perfectvoice.livejournal.com]

[Miku is still curious about the town, despite having been informed about it already. She has to know what happened, how it happened, and why. This letter seems like her best shot at it.

So, Dist, there's a girl who looks approximately 16 with blue (or green?) hair approaching you.]

You're Dist, right? I'm Hatsune Miku. I just came here a few days ago.

sorry for the delay on this! D|

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist looked up, then grins broadly. It's wonderful to hear people he doesn't know coming to him for something.]

I'm Dist, yes. Welcome, such as it is. You came for the letter?

[Sol, who's been rolling snowballs almost as large as himself, completes one up at the grass line next to the parking lot and peers over the top, waving a stubby little arm at the girl.]

Beh, it's fine.

[perfectvoice.livejournal.com]

[She nods, slowly, before noticing Sol.]

Ah, he's so cute!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist blinks a bit and looks down.]

I guess so. He's generally useless, except foriguiuvboiebv--

[Sol, you see, not liking being prodded at, had proceeded to start stuffing snow down Dist's socks. It takes monumental restraint on Dist's part not to punt the Cheagle across the park.]

[perfectvoice.livejournal.com]

[And that is a gesture Miku finds cute and funny. Don't mind her, she's just laughing.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist snatches your the Cheagle up by the scruff of the neck, giving him a dirty look when he mieuuuuus sadly, but he can deal with the thing when he gets home. He picks up one of the letters and holds it out; he's already promised the girl one, but he's not really fond of being laughed at.]

[perfectvoice.livejournal.com]

[She grins, trying to hold in the remaining giggles as she takes the letter from his hand. Aw, that thing's just so cute when it does that.]