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Date: April 1st
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings.
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.

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That sounds like an excellent plan! [He's still got flowers and a cupcake to give Korra, after all. Although the flowers are looking a little worse for wear... But still! Korra!]

Maybe she's found Mako. [After all, if Korra's here and Asami's here and he's here, Mako has to be here too, right? Bolin can't imagine being without his big brother. It's not even conceivable.]

[As if on cue, the Avatar clears her throat loudly, standing a few yards away under an awning. Her arms are crossed, and she's grinning brightly.]

You rang?

Korra!

[Asami looks behind her and points back to Bolin with her thumb.]

Look who I found.

[He's not going to bounce like a puppy nope he is a grown man and he got that "I'M NOT ALOOOOOOOONE!" flailing out of his system with Asami. He won't tackle her in a bear hug.

But he can't keep a big, doofy grin from spreading across his face. Seeing Korra makes him happy. It always has.]

Greetings, fellow prisoner of mysterious forces.

[She walks over, her own grin growing as well.]

Welcome, traveller! [Korra glances to Asami, raising a brow.] You're getting to be almost as good as Naga at this.

She might've given me a few tips.

[She draws her doodles from the table and hands them to Korra.]

I showed these to Bolin. Did I leave anything out? [She glances at Bolin.] You got it, right?

Yeah, sure. [It might have flown out of his head, maybe. But that's okay, he's got plenty of time to get used to it.]

Oh! Before I forget! [He holds out the flowers (soggy and drooping and kind of pathetic looking by this point) and the cupcake (which has miraculously survived) to Korra.]

These are for you!

[Taking another look at the flowers, he quickly hides them behind his back.] This is for you.

[The side of Korra's smile quirks up as she takes the cupcake.]

Thanks. Again, I think. [She steals a glance at Asami's sketches and chuckles.]

They look good to me!

Thanks. [Yeah they look good. Asami folds up the rest of the puzzle book and pockets the pen.]

Oh! You should see his mustache!

Oh yeah! It's awesome! Check this out!

[He puts on the mustache. It won't have the same effect since she's watching him do it, but there should still be a sense of "...that's not Bolin."]

Taadaa!

[Korra blinks a few times before laughing.]

Whoa! That is awesome! I had no idea the Initiative had things like that!

Neither did I. [She smiles fondly at Bolin.] I think it fits you, though. I have a bike with me, and Korra...

[Wait, what does Korra have?]

... Don't you have an air glider?

[Oh yeah Bolin btdubs Korra can bend air now nbd]

[blink blink]

An air glider. Isn't that an airbender thing?