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[initiates]

Date: January 3rd
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been led to a banquet room within the Hold.
Warnings: None.

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. "You're in luck that we have enough rooms for all of you; the housing building is getting awfully full. Please, let me show you into the courtyard."

You pass what looks like huge gymnasiums, all with dummies and targets strewn and splayed around the room. Training areas. There are even classrooms, and a few small offices. You're rushed past a large library while the Greeter informs you that you can find almost all your information there, if you've got the time to look—and trust her, you'll have time. You don't spend a lot of time in the bank, and it's a bit of a blur of exchanges with more and more of these strangely-accented and oddly polite-seeming members of the Initiative.

Soon enough, you're in a massive courtyard bustling with all the other Transports. It's not exactly what you'd expect, and it looks more like barracks than anything—huge walls of concrete and stone, separating you from all of the hallways you'd just passed through. It's raining heavily, and dark clouds loom in the air, though it hasn't turned to snow. It's a chill cold, and there are shelters—long cloth hangings that extend from the walls of concrete to house you from the rain, but not enough. Most notably, the courtyard is filled with a marketplace. Even in the cold and the rain, there are several citizens seated at their covered booths and tables, bundled up against the weather. They're selling all manner of their own handmade goods and foods, and citizens and Transports alike are traveling from one small covered shop to another in search of all manner of necessities.

The Greeter's voice has become so faint now, but you swear you can make it out in the back of the crowds as she tells you, "Good luck. Be safe!"

Her voice is drowned out by the busy marketplace, though even the transactions taking place are somewhat subdued. Nobody is overly happy, really, though most citizens can be found with smiles on their faces. It doesn't seem like they're that shocked to see you, either; even if you're not bound in tattered rags and wrapped in heavy shawls as they are. You're welcome to walk up to a shop, and find yourself something to eat—hey, maybe you'll even find something akin to a raincoat. Or, you can join the others under the coverings against the walls. Where am I? What war? She was talking so fast, and it didn't all make very much sense… did anyone else catch it all?

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

Comments

[polar]

[Korra nods, both in responde to his verbal question and his wordless message.]

It's been pretty straightforward so far. Get sent on missions, try to change things, try to find a way home. No luck with the last part yet. [She scowls lightly and nods.]

Asami's right, we should talk somewhere else, preferably where we can sit comfortably. As much as I don't mind the rain, it's getting old.

[Naga's already pulling away from Asami and turning towards the apartments when Korra hops on.]

All aboard!

[firesneeze]

You mean that slip of paper? Yeah, I got it. [ It's held up and Mako glances at it, or rather what's written on it. ] I take it we're just going to go there? Wherever there is.

How long has it been raining? Days? A week? [ Peering out from under the shelter, Mako looks up at the grey coverage overhead. It looks pretty crappy. No wonder they want to get out of it.

Naga on the other hand appears to have no problem with all of the rain.

Mako looks over to Asami and then up to Korra now seated on Naga's saddle. He's going to wait for her to get up there. What a gentleman. ]

[chittybang]

[ Asami stands with her arms folded until it's clear Mako is waiting for her to climb up. She takes the slip of paper from his hand with a quiet thank you before hopping up behind Korra. ]

It's usually raining here, though not this hard. You get used to it after a while, sort of.

[ She takes a glance at the slip to gauge what floor he's on, only to end up staring at what's written: 504. ]

Hey, look! We're practically neighbors. Guess I'll be able to find the housewarming party without a hitch.

[ Ha. Haaa. This does make things easier for them. Handing it to Korra, now. ]

[polar]

It's always raining, and it got old within the first week. [Korra blows some hair out of her face with a scowl in reaction to all the rain.] About a week ago I was able to get some people together to make it snow for a day. That was nice.

[Once Asami is behind her, she takes the paper and peeks at it with a nod.]

Not too far from me either! We'll have to have dinner.

[firesneeze]

Dinner. Right. [ Really, gal pals? Just dinner? ]

[ It seems like it's first nature to place his hands at Asami's hips rather than to grip the upward slope of the saddle at his back once he's settled on Naga. When Mako hears that Korra made it snow, he's peering around Asami suddenly, brows lifted. His hands tighten where they rest in his surprise at hearing this. ]

You made it snow? Korra - that's great! That's really great.

[chittybang]

I think dinner sounds lovely!

[ And— oh! EXCUSE YOU MAKO

THOSE LOVE HANDLES ARE sensitiiiive, or at least they are at this particular moment. Her shoulders tense when he tightens his grip, but her voice remains even. ]

And the snow day was pretty fun, even made a snowball shooting contraption for the occasion.

[polar]

Yeah, it was really great, but it wasn't just me. There are a lot of talented transports here, too. Of course, I kicked butt at the snowball fight.

[She seems unaware of the goings on behind her, nudging Naga into a brisk walk.]

What's on the menu?

[firesneeze]

[ Mako knows how sensitive those love handles are but hearing that Korra was able to waterbend when in his time she's got no bending other than airbending, it's really great to hear. He's happy for her. She had been so distraught and down after Amon had taken all of her bending.

As soon as Naga's moving, his hands move off of Asami's hips to hold the saddle behind him, relaxing in the seat. ]

Of course you did! [ Mako laughs, his mood lightening since his arrival. ] I'd be pretty surprised and even a little disappointed if you hadn't kicked butt. [ Somewhat sobering. ] What do you guys know about the other transports? Anyone we should... be on the look out for?

[ Oh yeah! His body leans sideways to catch sight of the side of Asami's face. ] A snowball shooting contraption, huh? I bet you were behind that one.

[ Is this him ignoring the dinner talk? IT MIGHT BE. ]

[chittybang]

[ Asami turns her head ever slightly to catch a glimpse of Mako, if only because she can see him trying to look at her. She humors him with a smile, even if his enthusiasm is a tad uncomfortable. ]

I sure was! Made it all by myself, too. Won't have to use it on anyone out of malice, though. We might have the occasional egomaniac, but no real threats as far as I know. Otherwise people here are pretty sweet for the most part.

[ She playfully puts her chin on Korra's shoulder. ]

Now, about that food. How about something warm and hearty? We should introduce Mako to pizza.