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[initiates]

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 it's not like I haven't heard of it happening, but I sure didn't expect to hear anyone else that had managed to pull off the act.

[wilder]

...The act? [Wut.]

[gunsling]

Of dying and coming back to life!

[wilder]

[....]

[....]

I'm almost afraid to ask.

[gunsling]

[ He holds up Dirk's head. ]

You'd have to ask him the details.

[ A pause. ]

Not the head, obviously! The real guy if he ever shows up here in his other body.

[wilder]

[................................]

You know, I think it's time that I take what little shattered pieces I have left of my sanity and just....walk away.

[gunsling]

[ He looks a little disappointed. Man, even with Dirk isn't really here he blows Jake's chances to make new friends! ]

Uh... yeah, this is all a lot to take in on one day. No offense taken by that or anything! I'll see you around sometime, Kaneis!

[wilder]

Heh heh...yeah, sure. [He'll give a wave before heading off AWAY from weirdo head boy]

[gunsling]

[ Waving back as he leaves. AW YEAH, making new friends. ]