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Date: July 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.

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[Sango's on her way to the welcome tent with a tray full of cookies in her arms, but stops when she sees this odd pair, looking just lost enough to be newcomers.

And so Robb will find himself approached by a short, faintly smiling Japanese girl with an impossibly large boomerang strapped to her back and a small red-eyed cat with two tails at her heels, both of whom look strangely unconcerned at Grey Wind's presence. The two still stop a few feet short, though, and Sango lifts her tray incrementally.]

Hello there. You look like you could use a bite. Your friend there, too, if he likes sweet things.

[ The weapon gains an odd look from the king, while the direwolf huffs yellow eyes watching the cat's movements closely. ]

Thank you, my lady but I am well. [ He is not in much of a mood for food. ] And my friend prefers meat over sweets.

I figured he would. You, too, even. And I'm not a lady--just Sango is fine.

[She checks the covering on the cookies to make sure the constant drizzle hasn't done its worst, then spares a glance to the wolf and Kirara (who is remaining quite calm) and then turns back to Robb.]

Still, you don't really want to stay out in the wet, do you? There's a welcome tent over there, but if you'd prefer to go straight to where you'll be living...

[ He thinks over it before nodding. ]

Shelter will do us both well. [ There is little standing here will get him and he can feel the water seeping through his armor. ]

Alright, tent it is.

[Sango turns and begins to walk towards the tent, checking once to make sure that Robb follows.]

Do you two have names?

[ He follows, the wolf remaining by his side as he walks. A hand remains on the scruff of his neck to ensure the beast does not wander off, it is not time to cause unnecessary panic. ]

My wolf's name is Grey Wind. I am Robb Stark, King in the North and of the Trident. [ They will mean less to her, he thinks, than they meant to the greeter. Yet he speaks them anyway. ]

A king...? [It's true that he's not really a king here, but Sango doesn't see why he shouldn't still be afforded respect if it's true. She stops briefly enough to drop a bow.]

It's unfortunate that you've been brought here, then... Your Majesty? [She's never met a king before.] You've probably got important things to be doing back home.

Anyway, I'm Sango and that's Kirara. [Gesturing to the little twin-tailed cat at her heels.]

Aye, I do. [ Men to lead, a home to reclaim. ]

It is a pleasure to meet you, I ask you forgive me if I am discourteous, I was riding for some days before being brought here.

No, it's fine. Trust me, you're a lot more well-mannered than many of the people here, if this is your worst.