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Date: January ~~1st~~ 8th
Location: The Transporter building.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled through their initial briefings. Then... out into the cold?
Warnings: None.

Your arrival here has been very unceremonious. One second you were somewhere else, and now, very suddenly, your feet hit the glowing white of the Transporter pad, and you're here. You aren't alone, either. There's a crowd of others around you, each seeming just as bewildered, angry, or confused as you might feel. At the head of the group is a woman in purple robes, solemn and taciturn. She hurries over a quick overview of your intended purpose here, and gives direct answers when asked for them, but to most things she simply shows you how to access the tablet you've just been given, or tells you that the DITR's greeters will explain everything. On the tablet, you can find the history of this place and a record of what your new cohorts have experienced. You're guided through the armory and given a weapon, and though the armory is now greatly reduced, you should be able to find something to suit you.

You're currently in a large multi-roomed warehouse, graciously granted by the cagey and suspicious remains of the organization known as the Initiative. They don't know you or trust you, but they've given you leave to set up camp in one of the warmer corners of this building until you find a place of your own. And if you want to leave right now, step into the driving winter winds and never look back? Well, friend, you can be their guest.

Outside you'll find the wintery village of Exsilium, with most of its buildings permanently buried in snow and ice. There are tunnels underground to connect neighbor to neighbor to marketplace, and most of the people here use them, but you'll still see people braving the above ground weather here and there for a more direct route. They hardly glance at you, should you venture out among them — unless you don't look human. That hologram emitter the greeter pressed upon anyone non-human on arrival? Yeah, consider that very important to maintain good relations of any kind.

Welcome to the current reality of Exsilium.

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Whoa.

"... Collette?"

He sure as hell recognizes that voice, and that face -- but she's taller than he remembers and definitely moving faster (and less steadily) than he remembers. Is she walking? She's definitely walking. Stumbling, at least.

"Collette!"

Her head jerks up when she hears her name, looking around for the one calling out. Not Caesar, the voice is all wrong, but the voice she's hearing is familiar. She looks past Phoenix once before her eyes come back to him, expression going from one of mild perplexion to open, apparent pleasure.

"Big Bird!" She makes sure she's steady at first, jostled as she has been by the crowd, before picking her way toward him. Once she's close enough, she holds her arms out and open for a hug.

"You're here!"

He grins widely, pushing questions aside (things happen, time happens) and making his way through the crowd toward her too, accepting that open-armed invite without hesitation and hoisting her up into a big hug like he'd do when Trucy came home from a sleepover.

"Still am! Still kicking. And you're here, too. Good to see you!"

She laughs in his arms, nodding her head. "Yeah, of course, good to see you too! Have you been okay? Not freezing? Found someplace to live and everything?"

The questions tumble out one after another, a torrent of words and concerns delivered with smiles and a pleasure at retaining part of a comfortable section of her life here, physically manifested as Phoenix Wright.

He grins at her questions and lets her finish a few before responding with equal enthusiasm, keeping his arms tightly around her as he waltzes their way out of the center of the crowd so people can pass.

"Freeze? I've survived weather like this before -- survived getting soaked in weather like this before. You can't get Phoenix Wright down with just this. I've definitely found a place to stay though so if you want to stop by for hot chocolate again any time in the future you're completely welcome."

"Inviting me in to share some of your chocolate bounty? Heck yes! Where exactly are you?" She had no compass for the current world they lived in, but the idea that someplace was warm and open and she could be there some of the time too.

"I'm at the Transport buildings. Staying over in a place with Maya and her old roommate. You know a Jaime?" He points with one arm he pulls free in the general direction, then gives her a description of how to get there.

"Can't welcome back a friend properly without chocolate can I?"

"Jaime? Yeah, I know one! Jaime Reyes, about this tall, dark hair, nice smile?" Collette held her hand up to indicate... someone taller than Jaime. She pauses with her brow furrowed, slowly lowering her hand. "Or maybe around here? My sense of height is all over the place anymore."

Shaking her head, she wrinkles her nose. "Who needs proper? I'll take improper too! Not that I'm turning down the cocoa. I'm not crazy enough to do that!"

"You'll get used to it. What do you think? Not that you're a little closer you think I'm still pretty tall?"

He still pats her on the head girl you will always be tiny.

"I'm glad you're not crazy enough to say no to chocolately goodness yet."

She reached up, measuring out Phoenix's height, then giving him a firm nod. "Yep! Definitely still tall. A relative giant! How do you even fit through doors, you beast of a pianist?"

Yeah! She remembered that now, that he played piano. Or claimed to, when he was much better at poker, and once upon a time, at law. Probably. He'd always been good with Trucy. He cared about Maya.

These are the important parts of Phoenix Wright in her eyes.

"What do you mean, yet? I'm horrified if I ever do say no!"

"I warp time and space and everything moves to accommodate me. I'm kind of a big deal!"

A giant, huh. He wonders how Collette would react if she ever met Will Powers. Dick Gumshoe. She'd be amazed.

"I just have to make sure you didn't somehow take on Miles Edgeworth's grumpy pants syndrome."

The mere idea alone has her laughing. "No way! Worry if you see me start wearing the neck frill thing, though, that's like, one step away from grumpsville!"

She steps back, nodding her head to some familiar face she sees in passing. She's so happy to be here.

"Glad to get some time from mister big deal. I'll have to take you up on that cocoa pretty soon. Like, you know, this first week!"

"You're quick and on top of things! I'm fine with that; I'm not up to anything in particular while I'm here anyway, just making sure Maya doesn't wander off again while riding a yak?"

He shrugs, a "what can I do?" smile on his face to show that he isn't making it up.

"I don't think you'd do bad with the frills though if the grump actually does hit."

She groans, laughing shortly thereafter. "I'd rather see Caesar back in frills first. Hey! Hey, Phoenix, have you done anything fun in the snow since you got here?"

Her priorities were starting to align themselves once more. Snow sports and all sorts of excitement? Sign her up!

"Actually, I did! Well, Maya did more like? She rode a yak and started hitting people with snowballs. You wanna join her sometime?'

"I'd be better off being the yak!" Collette laughed, shaking her head. "But yeah, it'd be nice to see her again."

He smiles. "When was the last time you saw her, again?"

"In person? Last year," she says, playful. "But really, it was a long time ago. Which seems so crazy when you think about the moon!"

"It's completely bizarre. What was it, September? That we moved to space? I never thought I'd become a sort-of astronaut when I was a kid. What about you?"

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