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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...

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[ Well it is a skull of sorts, it wouldn't be that surprising for Jake to still be hauling it around with him. Though he isn't too keen on the idea of the rotting that would go down, so never mind. To be completely honest he hadn't really considered what he was going to do with this head, he was just so caught up in the moment and suddenly he was on this world while still holding the head.

And still trying to keep his hold on it while Roxy clings onto him. He'd give her a hug back, but considering she's going out of her way to avoid the head and he's got a nice splotting of blood on his front it's probably better not to at the moment. ]

It must have!! Whatever it is!

[ He may or may not have been really listening to what the nice women had to tell him about the place. ... Probably the not one. ]

And as good as it is to see you too, I've got to wonder how you managed to miss me that much in such a short amount of time.

[She lets go after the hug, though she's still hovering right beside him. Honestly she'd still be all over him if it wasn't for the Strider cranium crashing the party.]

Time happens different here, or some shit. Like.. once you're here, it doesn't effect what's happening at home? I got brought in just as we were entering our session, as you were smooching a certain fucking head, and I've been here about four months all on my own.

[ He'll make sure to put it down at some later point when he can and they can go for a proper hug as long as she doesn't mind the state of his clothing.

For now though he'll juggle the head in his hands for a split second so he can have one hand free. He needs this of course so he can hold a finger up to his lips and hiss out a "shhhh" at the "smooching a certain fucking head" comment. He's already got problems with people giving him a funny look for carrying it around. He doesn't need more issues when people know he's been kissing it too.

That's all significantly less important than her comment about being in t his place for four months, however. ]

Sweet Jiminy Christmas!! How on God's gaping green Earth does a time paradox of this proportion manage to occur without anyone's notice?

[She can't help but laugh a little when he shooshes her, because god damn they are standing here with a head, people probably think they are freaks already.]

I don't know. I've given up trying to make sense of it but that's what happens. Like, some people said Dirk was here once, ages ago, and obviously he never disappeared on us! And I assumed I was with you all this time while I've been here?

[ Jake doesn't see anything particularly freakish about either of them! Then again, Jake is part of the freak duo here, so that's probably part of it. ]

Well, all this time might be stretching it a bit, but with me for the past fifteen minutes? That's definitely true! You were standing off to the side while me and Jane had something of an altercation with the Striders last I checked.

Haha, that doesn't surprise me, what the fuck? It's bad enough we had to go through extreme Strider bullshit, but now we're stuck with his head too? I mean look at it!

[Actually taking the head now and holding it up- wait no, giving it back to Jake, it's icky] Ew, so gross. But it's like he knows we've got it and is just over there in another dimension laughing his fucking head off.

Wait- that's not really the best phrase to use is it.

[ He relinquishes to her quickly, and takes it back just as quickly. He can't expect a classy young lady like Roxy to really want to get her hands messy with something like this. He looks down at it as she makes the "joke" she does and wrinkles his nose.

Considering what he's in possession of right now, the mental image is so vivid in his mind it's almost disturbing. ]

Lets hope not. He doesn't exactly have another spare one at the moment.

[ He pauses to consider this. ]

Does he?

Pretty sure he doesn't have a spare, no.

[She's staring at it, but to be honest it's starting to gross her out a little.]

So what are we actually gonna do with it? And I'm guessing no, but you haven't actually seen Dirk or Janey around here, right?

[ Yeah, that seems to be people's general feelings on it. ]

I can't say I have, but that's no guarantee they aren't lurking somewhere around here. I sure hope so, so I can pass this mess off onto Dirk to take care of himself, because I'll be honest with you, Roxy, I have no idea what to do with this besides find a nice spot to bury it.

[Just gonna yank the shades from it. Score.]

Wait no its worse when you can see it's dead, haunting eyes, holy shit. [Shades are going back on for now. God damn.]

Maybe we should bury it then? Give it an ironic funeral.

[ Yeah it's a little unnerving to see wide, orange eyes dully gazing up at you while the neck stump slow drips blood. Finally Dirk's shades actually have some use to them. ]

That sounds like something he'd be pleased to hear about at a later date. Though uh... what exactly does an ironic funeral entail?

I actually don't know. He'd probably be amused we gave it any sort of funeral. That's what we should do with it right? or like- should we freeze it? That would be really weird, right?

Argh, I dunno Jake! He's not even here and we've got to put up with his B S.

[ Freezing it doesn't seem particularly weird to Jake. Then again, he's also talked about getting it stuffed and mounted on a wall in all seriousness too, so Jake's opinion should generally be discounted here. ]

He sure does a bang up job of that no matter how present he is at any given moment. Do you think just finding a nice spot to dig up and chuck it in will do? If it doesn't live up to his standards then he can do something about the damned thing if he ever decides to make an appearance.

[Roxy sighs, she'd imagined many scenarios of meeting her best friends here yet they had all been sweet and tear-jerking and none of them involved corpses.]

Yeah, we'll go out and bury it. I'm keeping the shades though. Wanna go do it now? Then I can give you a proper welcome, and explain all this shit properly!

[ You can always count on Jake to ruin those heartwarming movie-esk scenes through sheer stupidity. ]

Take them! I sure as heck don't have any use for these shades, no matte how snazzy they might be.

[ He looks down at the head again and holds it up a little to examine it. ]

Now works just fine for me. The sooner we get rid of this thing the sooner people will stop giving me looks as they pass by.

I'll nab them once we dispose of it then. C'mon!

She tugs on his sleeve, heading towards the exit- she's been here long enough that she knows where to go- just a little away from the residential area they can find an empty place to bury it.]

Oh, Jake! Let's chat on the way- What weapon did you pick up?

[ Well it's good one of them does, since Jake's full knowledge of the place is a hallway and a series of rooms he's been ushered into so far. He hasn't even been outside yet, and hadn't even stopped to consider the fact that there might not be a good place to bury the head. It's a good thing there is, or they might be shit out of luck.

Jake follows along after Roxy, still trying to take in all the sights and sounds as they hurry along, since it's not like he thinks he'll get a chance like this again. ]

Why, my trusty pistols of course! I wasn't about to just hand them over in exchange for some newfangled weapon they wanted to pawn off on me when they've served me well so far.

I thought about keeping my rifle, or upgrading it to something better, but then I found something soooo much cooler.

It's- [She pauses mid sentence, grinning at him.] Actually I'm not gonna tell you! When we get to where we're burying it, I'll show you.

[ He was even leaning in as she was talking about her weapon, ready for the big reveal. It's almost disappointing that she decides to go back on it now, but he's sure it'll be worth the wait. ]

Right, of course! Can't go whipping out something like that in the middle of a party like this.

Don't worry jakey I'll whip it out alright! [Wonk.] But no, my weapon is just the coolest and oh my god, actually lots of things here are pretty cool, like do you know who you're roomies with? 'Cause I live with two magical elfs who are both magical and elf-y and there's wizards and even a guy called Merlin. Merlin Jake, I am teaching a Merlin about wizards.

[She's rambling a lot as they head outside and away from the building, but what do you expect? It's the first time she's spoken to any of her friends in months and there is just so much to catch up on.]

[ He's more than happy to let her ramble at the moment. Since his first meeting proper got cut short it's nice to be able to hear the voice of a friend, or another human being really. A voice that isn't accusing him of being insane is a big bonus too.

Plus he's trying to make sure he's keeping a good hold on Dirk's head while trying to follow her outside. Well... presumably outside at least. ]

When you say a Merlin, are we are talking about a fellah with a similar namesake, right?

Yeah! I mean it can't be the Merlin right? This one says he ain't a wizard but I think with a name like that you just have to have some wizardy potential locked away somewhere, right??

[Outside, it doesn't take long to reach a good enough spot, just away from the buildings.]

Okay, wanna see something cool?

[ Jake laughs at the very idea. The Merlin cooped up in a place like this? Can't be! ]

Of course not! The idea that the Merlin would land himself in this kind of pickle is preposterous. A man of that magical caliber would be able to get himself back to his own world in a jiffy. Though I'm sure you're new friend has his own share of talents.

[ Just to be fair to this man, since Roxy's speaking fondly of him and all. He's sure he's a good guy and all that.

And now that they're comfortably outside, Jake does what he's sort of been wanting to do for a little bit now. He plops Dirk's head down on the ground so he can have some reprieve from the damned thing! ]

Absolutely! Lets see this fabled weapon of yours!

Right! Plus he's sorta cute and the Merlin was an old beardy dude I'm pretty sure.

[Anyway enough of that, because she has something cool to show! She pulls out a magic wand. It's even a sort of pink color!]

Watch this!

[Pointing it downwards, there's a flash of light as it blasts a little whole in the ground.]

So fucking cool.

I'm positive you're right about that.

[ Because he's seen a few movies with Merlin in them, and Merlin's always an old dude. That's basically Arthurian law. Set in stone by the old British guys that came up with all the tales in the first place.

And speaking of wizards and magic, that sure does look like a magic wand Roxy's just pulled out there, and-- Oh... well yes, that sure did seem like a beam of magic that can blast holes in things. ]

Holy cow! You're a regular wizard yourself with that, Roxy!

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