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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[with all the newly arrived elves running around, a dwarf is a welcomed surprise for this half-elf. She looks no better than he does, really; pale under the hood of her cloak and limping somewhat, though there's no visible wounds to her. Even so, when she spots Thorin she frowns and approaches him, cautiously.

She knew Kili and Fili well enough, but this one could be from another world, or not who knows what]

Are you in need of a healer?

[Wounded or not, and even in a strange world and left with his mind reeling, Thorin's still well aware of his surroundings. He can tell when the movements around him change from simple meandering to someone making a move towards him, even if he's not looking frantically around like like a cornered animal.

So it's no surprise, really, when the woman he'd noticed picking her way towards him is close enough to speak. Although that doesn't stop the sharp little jerk upwards of his head and a glare.]

Who is offering?

[the glare is met with an unimpressed look. She holds both hands up, as if that will calm him down some and show him she is unarmed - at least in that aspect]

A healer, of course. [it comes out deadpanned sarcastic]