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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

[ladyofrivendell]

I fear I know little to nothing of the war you fight back in Middle Earth but it belongs to the world we know.

I suppose there is little point in complaining though. Is there anything that I can do to help you adjust to Exsilium, Peregrin?

[foolofatook]

Oh, I thank you, my lady. Let's see, I think I understand the bank, and how to buy things here.

[He looks around.]

I've heard of the training place, and that I am to live with several others. Hmm, I must say nothing comes to mind.

[He's a simple fellow, really.]

[ladyofrivendell]

Wonderful! And you may call on me if ever you have need, whether you need help or simply wish for company. I've more than enough time on my hands now than I did in Lothlorien.

[foolofatook]

How kind! I am to use this to call you, am I not?

[He pulls the tablet from his pocket and gives it a skeptical look.]

Is this safe? I mean, there is no danger in talking through them? I wouldn't wish for... any fell creature to use it to see me.

[You know, like that time he tried to Skype with the palantír and ending up calling the Dark Lord Sauron?]

[ladyofrivendell]

It is as safe as it can be and I believe messages can be kept strictly among certain individuals. Unfortunately, I've not yet learned how to do that well enough to use it.

[He's the worst skype partner.]

Otherwise, I live in unit two-zero-eight. If you ever feel the tablet may not be safe to talk through.

[foolofatook]

Perhaps I will learn how to send a private message as well.

[He takes a bow.]

I thank you, my lady.

[ladyofrivendell]

There are many here who would teach you. I have a few who offered to help me when I first arrived.

[She inclines her head, smile on her lips.]

You are most welcome, Peregrin.

[foolofatook]

I had better be off, to find this "unit" of mine, and to sight-see along the way, I daresay. I will see you again, I am certain.

[ladyofrivendell]

Enjoy yourself while you can and I'm certain that you will.