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Date & Time: December 1st
Location: The Initiative Hold
Characters: Everyone!
Summary: New transports are probably way less pleased about their arrival than their designated greeter appears to be. What are we saying, probably.
Warnings: No, unless you hate joy and laughter.

You, dear Transport, are in for an extra special treat. This is not just any standard protocol information session, although you're still required to listen to the obligate spiel and choose your own adventure your fancy new equipment (or something more familiar, if you'd rather). Once 'the boring part' is over, an excitable blonde with a hairstyle out of a Dr. Seuss book begins ushering you down the halls. Although she glosses over the history of the place that you've found yourself in, she seems much more enthused about telling you that you've arrived in the best month of the year.

It's highly probable that Becky (for that is her name, really) was chosen for this particular batch of Transports not because of her blinding devotion to her informational duties, but to give the other workers in her division of the Hold a few moments of rest from her chipper voice. Any snark or sniping is brushed off easily enough by the bubbly woman as she leads you further into the Hold. She lets you know that although there are serious reasons for you to be here, you should try to include yourself in the local customs in order to foster a feeling of hominess and unity, as that sort of thing is very important...and keeps in close tradition with Non-Denominational Cheer Day, a holiday coming up quickly toward the end of the month. She even presents you with a pink, blue and silver bow made from surprisingly high-quality ribbon along with your netbook, coinpurse or card before she ushers you into the banquet room and encourages you to 'mix with your fellow man – or whatever they might be!'

She disappears with a twirl of bright blue skirt and you're left to your own devices in the banquet room. Perhaps in an effort to make up for the previous month's somewhat lack-luster party (who had time to plan a proper spread when parts of the building weren't even functioning?), the eight-person tables are dressed with various solid-coloured tablecloths overlaid with shimmery silver material. The entire room looks a little bit more 'frosty' than usual (fake snow was so 21st century) – the walls glitter with what looks to be some sort of spray-on ice crystals (they're probably plastic).

Winter beverages line one side of the banquet hall – hot toddies, cider, and hot chocolate with all of the proper fixings – while the other has no shortage of warming foods like stews and casseroles. There's no shortage of cookies for dipping, if that's your thing. Surely you'll be able to find something to eat, or at least someone to talk to...

Comments

[tipsygnostalgia]

Of course I would, what are friends for? I have money stocked up to sugar daddy out to you for stuff you need. Like clothes for starters, Jakey it's like freezing out here and you're still in your short shorts!

[gunsling]

[ Jake looks down at his (kind of gross, blood stained) shorts and yep this weather sure isn't being kind to him on that level. If they're being completely honest his jacket is pretty thin too, and it's doing next to nothing to keep his arms warm. He's been going off of energy and refusal to acknowledge the fact that he's freezing his tush off for some time now.

It only works so well. ]

It's true! These really aren't exactly winter issued attire.

[tipsygnostalgia]

[Roxy gives him a look over too. They should go find him somethign to wear right now, so he can at least shower and get out of those gross bloody clothes.]

How about you go shower, and I go find you some clothes that don't have strider bodily fluids on them? The dapper tux will have to wait.

[gunsling]

Now that's a plan I'm more than amiable to!

[ Though there's an awkward pause here as a problem arises, since he hasn't exactly figured out his current living accommodations yet. ]

You wouldn't happen to have a shower you could let me borrow for long enough to clean this mess off me, would you?

[tipsygnostalgia]

You can come use my shower, no prob. I'll stand guard.

[From evil roomates? Or just to sneak a peek?? You decide, Jake!]

[gunsling]

[ He'd assume as a real guard! He would never think such salacious thoughts about Roxy. Well... he wouldn't be suspicious about the possibility of salacious acts from her! ]

You're a real pal, Ms. Lalonde. I don't know what kind of mess I'd be in here if you weren't here to hold my hand through it.

[tipsygnostalgia]

Of course Jake, what are friends for? I can even hold your hand physically as well as metaphorically if you want!

Anyway, let's go back to my place for showers and coffee, how's that sound?

[gunsling]

[ He's taking that as a joke and laughing it off. ]

I think I'll pass for the moment, but know I appreciate the gesture for sure. The shower and the coffee, however, I'll take you up on!

[tipsygnostalgia]

[Oh you think it was a joke, Jake? Too bad you said no.]

Fine, I guess I can survive with no hand holding. But hey, let's go because it's cold as fuck out here. Everyone lives in the same apartment block so it's not too bad, I mean we'll be pretty close to each other.

[gunsling]

[ One day he'll look back on this day and regret his choice to turn down her hand holding offer.

He's rocking back and forth on his feet now. ]

Now there's some good news! It's always nice to know friends are only a stone's throw away when you need them.

[ A beat and he takes a step forward even though he doesn't know which way they're heading from here. ]

Lead the way, M'lady.

[tipsygnostalgia]

It is! But there'd better be no literal stones throwing 'cause I will have you in a world of shit if you break my window with pebbles or something English!

[The apartment building is pretty huge and can be seen already, honestly it looks more like a hotel from the outside.]

[gunsling]

[ He holds up his hands palms out in surrender. ]

You have my word! No actual stones will be thrown.

[tipsygnostalgia]

Good! Now let's go shower.

[Wonk wonk. Except not really, there is no wonking only casual walking into the apartment building.]

[gunsling]

Agreed! Let's get on that.

[ And following! Casual following that also involves casual walking. ]