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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

[bratworth]

"Edgeworth," he answered as he stuck his hands into his pockets to protect them against the weather. With that scowl on the other man's face, he decided it was best to immediately explain his interest. "I'm a prosecutor, so I'm familiar with the police of this city."

[robomurphy]

Getting straight to the point was an excellent idea and, as a result, Murphy relaxed a little. "Gotcha." He paused, looking around. "This place... has a police department?"

It was entirely possible this wasn't a dream, then, because a cop dreaming about a prosecutor and a police department - totally unheard of.

Wait...

"Nice to meet ya, Edgeworth."

[bratworth]

"Likewise," Edgeworth replied, the trace of amusement that had passed over his features at the other man's disbelief still present on face.

"I can understand your doubts. When I first arrived in this city, there was nothing of the sort. That was five months ago." The smirk disappeared, then, as he was struck with another disconcerting reminder of just how long he'd been in this city.

[robomurphy]

"So they're all pretty green still? I mean, in terms of working together and figuring out how to police this place?"

He wondered if the department members had experience like him or were truly new to the whole law enforcement gig. If he had to guess he would say probably a little of both based on his appearance in the city and his background.

[bratworth]

He nodded. "You could say that. The police department itself has only just started taking root in the past couple of months, and a proper system of laws has still been yet to be established. We're making do with what we can, however."

[robomurphy]

"And I take it you're somehow involved in all of this?"

He hadn't met a lawyer yet who didn't like gettin' their nose into everything.

[bratworth]

"Of course. It's not possible to have a functional judicial system without lawyers, and there's very few of us here. I need to do as much as possible to compensate for that."

[robomurphy]

"Riiiiight. I'll keep that in mind."

From what Murph had seen? Lawyers tended to complicate things - always.

[bratworth]

Edgeworth doesn't care for that tone; the more he thinks about it and its implications, the more his brow furrows. "Is there something wrong with that?"

[robomurphy]

"No offense to ya, pal. I'm sure you're grand. However, the lawyers in my world? Are scumbags."

He could take the tone however he wanted as far as Murphy was concerned. Bad guys ran the streets while more people died and their 'mouth pieces' did nothing but babble on and stir up more trouble.