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[initiates]

Date & Time: Oct. 24th
Location: The Initiative Hold
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been led to a banquet room within the Hold.
Warnings: None.

NOTE: This takes place during this plot, though the plot log will not be posted until tomorrow. The Transports already in game have returned from their mission to find the island overrun with monsters. The log is set within the safety of the Initiative Hold, however, so while characters will be aware of what is going on outside, they can otherwise go about their business as usual if they choose.

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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. She looks worse for wear, pale and gaunt, though is putting a great deal of effort into maintaining her energy and professionalism for the new Transports. "I am truly sorry that you came at such a bad time. That wasn't intentional, I assure you."

She leads the way through the Initiative Hold. The walls bear the occasional claw mark as a sign of the misfortune that has plagued the island, but it hardly seems deserted anymore due to the other Transports recently returning from their mission. After turning several corners, you arrive in a large room that has been transformed into a makeshift banquet hall. The food presented is perhaps not as luxurious or bountiful as one would hope, but it is certainly enough to go around, and isn't inedible by any means.

"We wanted to try and make this up to you," she explains. "It's meagre, but we did not have much time to prepare." There are a number of Transports already present, some looking over the long banquet table, others seated throughout the room at large, round tables meant to each seat eight people. The mood is grim, despite the Initiative's efforts to raise morale.

Before the Greeter turns to leave, she is reminding you that it will be perfectly safe to explore the Hold, the courtyard, the housing building, and even a several block radius around it. "Hopefully things will be back to normal soon."

Welcome to the banquet. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.

Comments

[payback]

[Rin would feel awkward approaching people just willy-nilly, but this guy does not look okay. What with the open crying and all.]

Ah, hey...

[inanimates]

Oh! Uh–[She surprises him. That much is clear as he almost scrambles to make himself presentable. Straightening his scarf, drying his eyes on his sleeves, attempting to remain casual and cool. It doesn't really work–he spills the drink a bit as he pours himself a cup from the pitcher, still sniffling. But at least the tears have stopped for the moment. He glances at her with a feeble smile.]–Hello. I... didn't notice you there. Sorry. Things are–[He motions around him, laughing sheepishly, still sniffling.]–overwhelmed and all. You know.

[And now he'll take this pause to hide his embarrassment in his cup.]

[payback]

Yeah. I know. [She at least does not look totally overtly like she's amused with him. A cryer, huh? She knows the type, being one of them.]

Yeah, well, welcome here, anyway. It's not so terrible once you get used to it.

[inanimates]

[He kind of falters with his smile when she doesn't smile back, sheepishly putting the drink down and keeping his eyes trained on it.]

I bet. I mean–[He laughs, though the sound is pretty humorless. Leans down to pick his tablet up from the ground.]–usually I like getting free things. It's just the, uh. Kidnapping bit. [He gestures with his hands as he talks, smiling apologetically when he's finished.]

Sorry. You're probably used to all of this, huh? You sound like you've... been here awhile.

[payback]

I have... think about it, you're armed, though. And you're getting fed, and they'll help you. And a lot of other people are here. They can help you too.

[inanimates]

Yeah. [He takes a deep breath, nodding in agreement.] Yeah. You're right. There are a lot of people here and I'm sure many of them are very, very nice people. It's just. I was... in the middle of something very important before this–this thing. You know? It just [He breathes out, trying to laugh as he does it. Maybe make it seem like he's not as fazed by this as he is.]–it makes it really hard to adjust right now.

[payback]

[Rin invites herself to sit down at his table without asking permission.]

They'll send you back to the second you left once it's over, or so they say. Even if they won't, they won't send you back just with you asking anyhow. There's no point in dwelling on it. Just in trying to get your jobs done so you can get home that much sooner.

[inanimates]

[That only really seems to distress him more, though he does his best to mask it. Unfortunately, his best isn't very good.]

That's the thing. I–I'm not good at jobs. I've got this uh. This condition that–this sounds bad–it prevents me from being useful. Sort of. I mean, unless they need me to find something, I won't be any good. And–[He closes his eyes. Exhales. Laughs at bit at himself and ducks his head.] –I'm sorry. I shouldn't be like this. I know. I'm sorry.