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Date: May 1st
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings, while those Transports on the mission to Wollongong return.
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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He wandered over to where Kriem wanted to go, letting her look at things without complaint or even boredom. There were things that she needed and clothing was definitely one of them. She could technically sleep in the hospital gown, since he didn't even see anything worthwhile as pajamas.

He growled softly and reached over her to pick out two pairs of socks, dumping them on her pile and gesturing for her to pay for the items. There was no point robbing right now in a sea of people. He wasn't about to break laws he had no way of knowing if they existed, so he would play the game for the time being and alter himself when it was convenient to do so.

"You're going bareback, huh?" Buying womanly undergarments weren't his thing, and it was a little too public. "Let's go then."

The growl might have startled a few around them, but it was much like water off a duck's back with Kriem. She wasn't bothered by it at all, and was thankful that he'd picked that up when she'd forgotten. His mention of her going 'bareback' had Kriem blushing a little as she looked away with embarrassment at the thought of shopping for that type of thing publicly.

"That's not urgent," she said. A nod followed his words along with a smile. "They said that they had apartments for us." Not that they liked handouts, but even she knew that she needed somewhere safe to recover. They could search for a new hideout later.

Once her payment was settled, he started away from the stalls to head towards the apartment building. It wasn't hard to miss, but it looked as shitty as the rest of the place they were currently trapped in. Still, it was warm, dry and potentially safe, which was something they was required at this point in time. She needed some time, and he was bored of the rain.

He was less obvious of his movements this time, more preferring to avoid other people then ram his way through them. It was like an odd little dance, and it was easy for him as he knew where they were going as they were taking the motion and could act accordingly.

Once out of the crowd, he left the market place and headed for the building that would let them out of the rain. They could decide what to do then and there but not before.