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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

[salvagedsoul]

Is there really? [Kaworu looks genuinely excited, too. Still grinning, he puts a hand on his hip.] Will you show me? [yes, as in now.]

[fortissimos]

In one of the clubs. It was pretty beat up, but someone fixed it.

[ Yeah she totally sneaks into clubs to listen to the music, fight her. She looks a little hesitant, but she was only planning on going back to the apartment anyway, so it's no big deal to start heading over there instead. ]

[salvagedsoul]

[And it's fixed! For a moment he worried the strings would all be ruined and the wood rotten by now.]

So it's tuned then, too? [He really does want to see it, but he notices her hesitation.] If you're busy, you can show me later. I'm just happy to hear that it's there. I really would have been bored without a piano.

[fortissimos]

I was only taking these back to the apartment. [ She holds up the CDs — for once, something other than training occupies her day. ] It's pretty easy to find, though. Not many places have been fixed up yet, so it kinda sticks out.

[ aka: all but a handful look about as good as you'd expect from a post apocalyptic city. ]

[salvagedsoul]

Well, I don't want to inconvenience you. [He pauses, thinking for a bit, and smiles again at her. Really, though... what's going on with this girl? He wants to know.] Maybe later you can show me where, and I'll play for you, and then we can be friends. I think that this place may not be so bad if people like you are here.

[fortissimos]

I... uh. [ Oh god she's blushing, why is this happening. People don't usually say things like that! ] Y, yeah, that sounds good. Just let me know when, and I'll come find you.