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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

[gunsling]

[ Well that's probably true, and he does know that Dirk apparently has some sort of spare body lying around that he managed to transfer over to, even if Jake doesn't fully understand it. ]

No, of course not! I mean, I thought maybe at one point something weird like his head just growing back from his body might happen, but I know that's ridiculous now. I still didn't want to just leave it for the vultures or to get tossed in a trash heap.

[ That probably also sounds a lot more depressing than he means it to as well. ]

[ino]

... [yeah, she's starting to wonder if this kid is just off his rocker with grief at this point asklds]

Right. Um ... well, you could try dropping by the clinic and ask what to do with it? Though I'm not sure where that is ...

[gunsling]

[ That's probably a pretty understandable thing to think. Sadly he's just kind of... quirky. Lets be nice and say quirky. ]

There's a clinic around here?!

[ Jake's knowledge of clinics are pretty limited, but they're sort of like less emergency oriented hospitals if he's not totally mistaken. He does feel like death is probably a pretty big emergency now that he thinks about it, but it's not like they can do much for Dirk at this point. ]

[ino]

I've heard there is, but I kind of just got here not long ago.

[gunsling]

[ He looks down at the head and frowns. ]

Well unless they've got a spare mortician on hand they're a little late to be helping me at the moment.

[ino]

I .... guess? But that seems like a better idea than just ... keeping it on hand.

[gunsling]

You have a point there. Unless I kind find myself a good taxidermist, and just between you I don't think Dirk would be too pleased if I mounted his head on a wall.

[ That or he'd find it hilarious. Jake's not totally sure which, it can be hard to tell with that boy somtimes

... Either way Jake would legitimately do this though. ]

[ino]

Um ...

[okay, definitely crazy]

Yeah.

[gunsling]

[ He's harmless. Really. ]

I suppose I should bury in somewhere once I get the chance.

[ino]

...

There's ... dirt outside??

[gunsling]

That's a start! But I'll have to pick out a good location. Strider would have my head if he ever found out I buried his in a sub-par location.

[ino]

[BUT HE'S DEAD. HOW CAN HE HAVE YOUR HEAD WHEN HE'S DEAD

WHY

ARE YOU SO CALM

OH MY GOD SHE CAN'T TAKE THIS]

Well, uh, hope you get that figured out!

[gunsling]

[ It's a long and complicated story that Jake probably should have at least tried to explain. Unfortunately he didn't, and now if he manages to get out of this without being labeled clinically psychotic... well that sure will be a surprise!

Also just taking her comment on face value. ]

Thanks! I'm sure I'll figure out something.

[ A pause as he realizes something, he shifts the head in his arms so one hand is free, and holds it out.

... It's covered in blood. Gross. ]

My name is Jake, by the way!

[ino]

[she looks at his hand with a whole lot of unconcealed disgust. she'll just. nod at him ...]

Ino. [she would say it's nice to meet you, but actually she's pretty sure this was a bit traumatizing]

[gunsling]

[ Oh well uh... he'll drop his hand, looks a little dejected, but he won't say anything. He can't really give anyone a hard time for not wanting to get head blood all over their hand.

And even if she won't say it... ]

Nice to meet you, Ino!

[ino]

Yeah.

Um ... well, I'll leave you to do your ... thing. [she gestures towards the head] With your head.

[gunsling]

[ He looks baffled by whatever that thing could mean. ]

Holding it, you mean? I... well, yes. Thank you? I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening.

[ino]

[she doesn't even bother to say goodbye, she's just. slinking around the corner like the ninja she is. BYE WEIRDO]

[gunsling]

[ Well he thinks that went well! :D ]