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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

it is ;;;;

[ganking]

[ back home, when they'd finally gotten the yellow-eyed demon, there had been a whole other set of issues to deal with. and maybe that had been part of why sam hadn't had much of a chance to bask in the knowledge that jess had been avenged.

it's good to see this though, even if the worry doesn't lessen at the sound of his brother's laugh. ]

Guess-- I mean, must be even more to take, huh? Hearing that. [ beat. ] What's the last thing you remember from home?

[bikininspector]

[A hand is still pressed against the bridge of his nose, trying to hide his eyes, his tears, as he tries to create some order in the chaos that is his mind right now.

Dean's asking him something. Right. It was a short time ago yet somehow it feels as if years have passed.

In a way, they have.]

Max. We were. Just leaving. Packing up to move on. [Will Dean even remember Max, six years after? He feels like he'll never forget but who even knows what his brother's been through since.] He was this kid...like me. With powers and the worst family... [his voice breaks thinking about him.]

[ganking]

Max, right. [ one of azazel's kids. that had been a messy case. ]

That was- [ his words fall away though, the reality of how long ago hitting him hard. god, the amount of shit they'd been through since there was indescribable. ]

Okay, look, let's get you inside and we can talk some more. [ he needs to gather his thoughts, and sam doesn't look all too hot, so let's go, let's go. ]

[bikininspector]

[He nods and picks up his pace this time; he's got a million questions running through his head but Dean's right - they can't talk about it out in the open.]

Is it far?

[ganking]

No, just a bit further. [ and that reminds him; ] Did they assign you a room yet?

[bikininspector]

Yeah.

[He tries to think back, through all the many things he's been told today.]

It was uh...104, I think. Don't suppose that's where you're staying?

[ganking]

No, I'm hauled up in 210, with two other people. [ one is some kind of grade a freak, the other cas. and oh god, sam doesn't even know who cas is. great. ] This place has some weird thing for roommates. [ he goes for a smirk, the look sent sam's way. ] Here's to hopin' yours ain't complete nut jobs.

[bikininspector]

They can't be any worse than you can they?

[He jokes back but truth is he's more than disappointed. He's gotten used to living with Dean again, and having his brother close by could be a comfort in this insanity.

Well, at least that's one thing that remains a constant. Winchesters don't get comforts.]

[ganking]

Oh, ha-ha. [ and to think he missed you. which he did. ] You're hilarious-- sad to know these are your funnier years. [ it's said lightly, he means nothing by it even if it's true. nothing is really funny from the world dean left behind some few years ago.

a beat later he shrugs though. ] Maybe we can figure something out. You know, with the apartments thing.

[bikininspector]

[That does make him wonder just how he changed. Dean said he went back home to keep fighting the good fight. But he wants to hang up his weapons when revenge is achieved. What else went wrong?]

Shouldn't be too hard, I bet your flatmates will be thrilled to get away.

[ganking]

[ dean makes a thoughtful sound, smiling a little. ]

Maybe the other one. I don't know, he's a real pain, half the time. Something ain't right with the guy. [ now if only he knew takegami is a cannibal, too. ]

[bikininspector]

The other one?

[He raises an eyebrow at that, it almost sounds like his brother prefers his roommate to him.]

So first roommate's really hot?

[ganking]

[ nope, sure is shaking his head. ] No, nothing like that. What I'm sayin' is, if you can, you're welcome to try and kick one of 'em out. But good luck with that. I gave it my shot. [ but no such luck. ]

Any idea who you're supposed to be livin' with?

[bikininspector]

Guess I'll see when I get there. If there're still free rooms - maybe we could just move into one of those?

[Seems simpler than kicking someone out and while they said the place is filling in quick, they did make it sound like it's not quite full yet.]

[ganking]

Uh- yeah. [ that'd be nice, if only to keep an eye on sam. dean refuses to let his brother disappear again, even if he has no actual control over it. ] I'll look into it. [ and talk to cas about it.

only after a few minutes are they behind the door that reads 210. A beat later, Dean's unlocking the door, and motioning Sam to follow him. Inside looks...fairly normal, much like all the other apartments. A few short hallways leads to bedrooms, while at the center of it all is both a living room and a kitchen. ]

Home sweet home. [ sarcasmmm. ]

[bikininspector]

Been a while since we had one of those.

[Weird, usually he's the one putting up a fight about getting out of his brother's control and messes, but Dean doesn't sound all that psyched about moving out of here and in with him. Maybe he's reading too much into things, his paranoia levels are pretty high right now.

He looks around the place; it doesn't seem half bad, way better than most of the motels they crash at.]

Which one's yours?

[ganking]

[ hahahahahha yeah reading too much into it, sammy!! let it go.

dean waves lazily down one of the hallways, two closed bedroom doors visible down the corridor. ] There, the first door. But it's alright, nobody's around right now, so just...I don't know, man, get comfy? At least the couch ain't that bad here. [ here. in the living room.

beat. this is the hard part. ] Something tells me you've got more than a few questions needs for a Q&A.

[bikininspector]

Alright --

[He takes a seat, tensely, and runs a hand nervously through his hair.]

Yeah - don't really know where to start. I guess maybe with...what the hell man, why are you all...futuristic?

[He's still far from certain about the identity of his supposed brother.]

[ganking]

[ welp. a fair enough first question. ]

This place has a habit of yankin' people from different times even if they're from the same world. So while you're from...years ago, I left behind 2011. [ hesitating. ] The last time you were here, you were from 'round the end of 2008, beginning of '09. So it's random, really. [ all of them are from different times, but since sam doesn't know anyone else from their world that's in exsilium, he'll just leave that out for now. ]

It's all one big mindfuck.

[bikininspector]

You can say that again.

[He can't see the logic behind it and it's driving him crazy - they'd fight better in sync. Didn't the Initiative want them to fight? So why make them so out of sync?]

Anyone else here? Dad? Bobby?

[ganking]

[ he wants to lie, dad is always such a difficult subject, but with a quiet sigh he shakes his head. ]

Dad was, a while back. He disappeared when you did. [ he shouldn't linger. getting their dad back only to lose him again had been difficult, but at least he has sam now. ] This place didn't really suit him even if it's all about fighting. S'better he's back home. [ even if that means death. but dean would like to think he's in heaven, at least. ]

dean ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

[bikininspector]

[Figures, his father's never there. He's not sure if hes happy about that or not - if anyone could help them get out of here it's their father. On the other hand, he still can't shake the fear that the man doesn't want to see him.]

A place that doesn't suit him, that's shocking. [He scoffs to mask the turmoil of feelings going through him now] How's this place work? Are we really supposed to fight...people?

[He won't kill a human being, he just won't, not unless there's no other choice.]

8(

[ganking]

[ the scoff is such a far cry from the sam he'd seen last. sure, sam had always held a tense relationship with their dad but it's...unsettling and maybe even upsetting to hear him sound so bitter about it. ]

We fight whatever attacks us. In this case, yeah, there're people and other things tryin' to snuff the Initiative out. [ he doesn't care much at this point, not when this war. ] It's kill or be killed.

[bikininspector]

Other things?

[He frowns, now that sounds more like their kind of thing, more like something he'll be comfortable with. It takes a lot not to lash out at his brother at being so calm about taking lives. He doesn't know the situation, he reminds himself, war is different.]

What kinda things?

[ganking]

More like our kinda thing. Monsters, and whatnot-- nasty things. [ herds of them giving everyone hell. ]

They caused a lot of chaos, took a lot of lives. [ it'd been ugly. ] Not that they can kill us, y'know. People come back here-- or we Transports do, if we die. Now the locals on the other hand...