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Date: February 1st
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings, while older Transports are returning from the mission to Uruguay.
Warnings: None.

While those who have been guests of Exsilium since at least the last wave of Transports return from their desperate mission and are pressed out of the Transporter room and into the Courtyard, the Initiative prepares to receive a second wave at the same time. And if you're in that second wave, the fresh meat, then 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

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I've asked them about that.

[There's a sigh from him as he said that; really, it's a good thing seeing her here, and while the explanation he's about to give meant that the world's going to still be alright, it doesn't really alleviate his worry with her here.]

You are right, they're capable of taking anyone from different points of time, and when we return in some rare cases, we'll end up right at the point when we left.

You have? [Lacus listens as Athrun explains that her guess and hope had been right. She's relieved to hear it, as much as she still worries about things here, at least that means back home there was no chance of things getting worse in the meantime and those back there wouldn't be worrying.]

I see. Well...that's a relief, at least. Now we know Kira and the others back home won't be worrying about us. I did think it was a little strange that you said you had been here that long when it hadn't been months since I last saw you.

Yeah, it is pretty confusing at the beginning, but you'll grow used to it.

[Or risk being utterly confused like some of the Transports he's seen earlier on around the area.]

I guess so, the longer we are here the more used to it we get. Have you seen any of the others, Athrun?

Just Cagalli. We arrived together.

[that's about the only person he's met in this world apart from Lacus right now.]

Oh, so Cagalli is here as well then...? I guess, at least you haven't been alone here. I'm sure that would have been lonely if you were, without anyone else here from home. I'm glad to hear that much. Even if we're in a situation like this...

Just like you to worry about me being alone, really.

[There's just a small smile from him, glad that Lacus hasn't changed much.]

Well, I'm sure anyone would be worried about their friends being alone in a situation like this.

[But then, Lacus pretty much worries about everyone. But she has known Athrun for years and they were engaged and all, so it is only natural she worried when he found her here and she isn't sure if any of the others are around.]

[At the very least, the smile persisted after she said that as he realized one more thing.]

Ah, do you know your room assignment yet?

Oh, I think they did mention it....Room 1107?

I could help you get there, if you wanted to.

Edited 2013-03-04 12:37 (UTC)

You would? That would be wonderful! I'm still trying to figure out where everything is, so that would be great, Athrun.