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Entry tags:
- #transport log,
- alisha bailey (misfits),
- allen walker (d. gray-man),
- anne boleyn (tudors),
- arya stark (asoiaf),
- asbel lhant (tales of graces),
- ashraf salib (original),
- berserker (fate/zero),
- catsovi e viciro (original),
- celena vantari (original),
- cheria barnes (tales of graces),
- christopher de red (baccano!),
- claudia donovan (warehouse 13),
- coby (one piece),
- collette "please" (animorphs),
- crystalia amaquelin (marvel 616),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- elliot nightray (pandora hearts),
- fenris (dragon age),
- flora (the winx club),
- furudo erika (umineko),
- galadriel (lotr),
- han solo (star wars),
- haytham kenway (assassin's creed),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- jake english (homestuck),
- james t kirk (stxi),
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- joan watson (elementary),
- kaniehtí:io (assassin's creed),
- kano shuuya (kagerou days),
- kate "candy" kane (dc comics),
- katniss everdeen (hunger games),
- keith gandor (baccano!),
- khisanth (dragonlance),
- kido tsubomi (kagerou days),
- lavi (d.gray-man),
- lelouch vi brittania (code geass),
- lenalee lee (d.gray-man),
- lucy heartfilia (fairy tail),
- luke fon fabre (tales of the abyss),
- max briest (original),
- miranda lotto (d.gray-man),
- momo kisaragi (kagerou days),
- monica campanella (baccano!),
- nill (dogs: bullets & carnage),
- oz vessalius (pandora hearts),
- phoenix wright (ace attorney),
- physis (toward the terra),
- remy lebeau (marvel 616),
- ruka (yu-gi-oh!),
- saori nakagawa (original),
- saul goodman (breaking bad),
- sherlock holmes (elementary),
- sheryl nome (macross frontier),
- shintaro kisaragi (kagerou days),
- shion karanomori (psycho-pass),
- sir codpiece (original),
- sophie (tales of graces),
- stanley lucerne (skins us),
- suzaku kururugi (code geass),
- utena tenjou (rgu),
- xerxes break (pandora hearts),
- yu kanda (d.gray-man),
- yuri lowell (tales of vesperia),
- zelos wilder (tales of symphonia),
- zeref (fairy tail),
- ✝ aidan (original),
- ✝ anna kushina (k),
- ✝ babydoll (sucker punch),
- ✝ ellie linton (tomorrow),
- ✝ garnet "dagger" til alexandros (ffix),
- ✝ hubert oswell (tales of graces),
- ✝ jake martinez (tiger & bunny),
- ✝ kara zor-el (dc comics),
- ✝ kriem (tiger & bunny),
- ✝ lee chaolan (tekken),
- ✝ leonard "bones" mccoy (star trex xi),
- ✝ mallory baines (original),
- ✝ mera (dc comics),
- ✝ nathan young (misfits),
- ✝ ricasthix (original),
- ✝ saber (fate/stay),
- ✝ shiki tohno (tsukihime),
- ✝ sohki (genju no seiza),
- ✝ tenpou gensui (saiyuki gaiden),
- ✝ the rookie (halo 3 odst),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
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Date: June 1st
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings. Now with 200% more People-Seeking lists!
Warnings: None.
You've just been hustled and bustled through mazes of information and literal, wide corridors of the Initiative Hold and you've been equipped with your weapon—be it a gun, a sword, or even your existing powers. They've handed you this light netbook and a small pouch of coins (or a debit card, if you're more inclined), and there are several Transports before and after you going through the very same motions. You can hear the Greeter's voice as she walks alongside large groups, telling them all about the history of this place and sharing with you your purpose here in a hurried and urgent tone. "You're in luck that we have enough rooms for all of you; the housing building is getting awfully full. Please, let me show you into the courtyard."
You pass what looks like huge gymnasiums, all with dummies and targets strewn and splayed around the room. Training areas. There are even classrooms, and a few small offices. You're rushed past a large library while the Greeter informs you that you can find almost all your information there, if you've got the time to look—and trust her, you'll have time. You don't spend a lot of time in the bank, and it's a bit of a blur of exchanges with more and more of these strangely-accented and oddly polite-seeming members of the Initiative.
Soon enough, you're in a massive courtyard bustling with all the other Transports. It's not exactly what you'd expect, and it looks more like barracks than anything—huge walls of concrete and stone, separating you from all of the hallways you'd just passed through. It's raining heavily, and dark clouds loom in the air, though it hasn't turned to snow. It's a chill cold, and there are shelters—long cloth hangings that extend from the walls of concrete to house you from the rain, but not enough. Most notably, the courtyard is filled with a marketplace. Even in the cold and the rain, there are several citizens seated at their covered booths and tables, bundled up against the weather. They're selling all manner of their own handmade goods and foods, and citizens and Transports alike are traveling from one small covered shop to another in search of all manner of necessities. Now and then around you you might spot paper fluttering in the faint wind from somewhere relatively dry. It looks like a list.
The Greeter's voice has become so faint now, but you swear you can make it out in the back of the crowds as she tells you, "Good luck. Be safe!"
Her voice is drowned out by the busy marketplace, though even the transactions taking place are somewhat subdued. Nobody is overly happy, really, though most citizens can be found with smiles on their faces. It doesn't seem like they're that shocked to see you, either; even if you're not bound in tattered rags and wrapped in heavy shawls as they are. You're welcome to walk up to a shop, and find yourself something to eat—hey, maybe you'll even find something akin to a raincoat. Or, you can join the others under the coverings against the walls. Where am I? What war? She was talking so fast, and it didn't all make very much sense… did anyone else catch it all?
Welcome to the courtyard. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings. Now with 200% more People-Seeking lists!
Warnings: None.
You've just been hustled and bustled through mazes of information and literal, wide corridors of the Initiative Hold and you've been equipped with your weapon—be it a gun, a sword, or even your existing powers. They've handed you this light netbook and a small pouch of coins (or a debit card, if you're more inclined), and there are several Transports before and after you going through the very same motions. You can hear the Greeter's voice as she walks alongside large groups, telling them all about the history of this place and sharing with you your purpose here in a hurried and urgent tone. "You're in luck that we have enough rooms for all of you; the housing building is getting awfully full. Please, let me show you into the courtyard."
You pass what looks like huge gymnasiums, all with dummies and targets strewn and splayed around the room. Training areas. There are even classrooms, and a few small offices. You're rushed past a large library while the Greeter informs you that you can find almost all your information there, if you've got the time to look—and trust her, you'll have time. You don't spend a lot of time in the bank, and it's a bit of a blur of exchanges with more and more of these strangely-accented and oddly polite-seeming members of the Initiative.
Soon enough, you're in a massive courtyard bustling with all the other Transports. It's not exactly what you'd expect, and it looks more like barracks than anything—huge walls of concrete and stone, separating you from all of the hallways you'd just passed through. It's raining heavily, and dark clouds loom in the air, though it hasn't turned to snow. It's a chill cold, and there are shelters—long cloth hangings that extend from the walls of concrete to house you from the rain, but not enough. Most notably, the courtyard is filled with a marketplace. Even in the cold and the rain, there are several citizens seated at their covered booths and tables, bundled up against the weather. They're selling all manner of their own handmade goods and foods, and citizens and Transports alike are traveling from one small covered shop to another in search of all manner of necessities. Now and then around you you might spot paper fluttering in the faint wind from somewhere relatively dry. It looks like a list.
The Greeter's voice has become so faint now, but you swear you can make it out in the back of the crowds as she tells you, "Good luck. Be safe!"
Her voice is drowned out by the busy marketplace, though even the transactions taking place are somewhat subdued. Nobody is overly happy, really, though most citizens can be found with smiles on their faces. It doesn't seem like they're that shocked to see you, either; even if you're not bound in tattered rags and wrapped in heavy shawls as they are. You're welcome to walk up to a shop, and find yourself something to eat—hey, maybe you'll even find something akin to a raincoat. Or, you can join the others under the coverings against the walls. Where am I? What war? She was talking so fast, and it didn't all make very much sense… did anyone else catch it all?
Welcome to the courtyard. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.
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Hey, you okay?
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Uh. Maybe. Is this a dream?
[Because if it isn't a bad trip, then he totally just drowned and went to...somewhere weirder than he'd ever expected.]
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[The sneezed-on cookies, he means. He's kind of worried the kid's about to faint over there.]
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Stan drops into the nearest chair with a sigh, though he freezes up again when the bulge in his shirt makes a distinct crinkling sound. His eyes wander nervously back to Cookie Man, looking for any signs that he might have heard that.]
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It's cool, yo. Just eat.
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After a moment he swallows, but he doesn't bother to brush the crumbs off of himself. Instead he tilts his head a bit, as if he's trying to solve a puzzle.]
You made these?
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Stanley nods, still a little dazed and confused. He shivers a little. Does this place seriously never dry out? That blows. He almost asks the dude if its true. He said he's been here a long time, right? He must know. But it's hard to verbalized things at the moment. He feels awkward, and seriously out of his element.
Instead of trying to carry a conversation he stuffs his mouth full of cookie again, desperate to not seem like a cat has his tongue. Which it kind of does.]
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How much is that under there? Like a pound?
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Stanley chokes on his mouthful of cookie, and swallows it in a hurry. His answer is a little hoarse, and his voice goes thin and high, eyes wide.]
What?
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Interested?
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[Not that he has any idea what the market value is here. He barely even glanced at the weird bag of cash when they handed it to him. Hasn't even tried to work out the denominations.]
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Uh, I'll take all of it.
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Whatever. Fuck it.]
Half of it. For 500.
[Fair's fair, might as well give the guy the wholesale price if he buys so much. But he's not keen on being trapped somewhere strange with no way to relax, at the moment.]
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Lemme see it.
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Aight. Five hundred.
[He hands it back, then reaches into his pocket for cash. Considering he hasn't seen weed since Baltimore, it's a pretty good deal. In fact, he's probably ripping the kid off a little. He counts out the marques, then hands those over, too.]
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It didn't come from me, and it totally wasn't that price, okay?
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Got it. But just so you know, it's totally legal here.
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[Wow. Why did he just sit there and let Stanley freak out the whole time then? Dick. It's kind of a Tony move, actually. He frowns, gaze going a bit far away now. Either to last night or a thousand years ago, since they're both the same thing around here.]
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People might still give you shit for it, 'cause they're dicks, but they won't put you in jail.
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[It turns out he's kind of snarky when he relaxes, and pretty deadpan about it too. Stanley looks the Cookie guy over again, this time from the perspective of slightly more even footing. Hey, they share a vice. That makes a difference.]
...Stanley.
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How come you're all wet like that, anyway? Ain't raining that hard.
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