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[initiates]

Date & Time: Evening, 10th February 3312
Location: Transport Room
Characters: Open To All
Summary: Everyone is brought into the transport room at roughly the same time, in a great succession and flow of imported individuals. Everyone is being lead around in small bundles, or left to their own devices together inside the Initiative Hold.
Warnings: None.

Widespread and crowded, everyone is being transported into this unusually bright room with an efficiency that is almost horrifying. One after the other, new people are appearing -- being led, shown around and then ultimately abandoned with one final phrase; "Good luck."

The Initiative Hold is wide, like a small town in its depth and industry. You've received your weapon; you've got your keys, your netbook, and one of those robed strangers has shoved a small pouch full of what you can only assume is money into your open palm. You've been given an apartment, but where on earth -- are we on earth? -- is it? Your best opportunity right now is to mingle; at least, that's what everyone else appears to be doing. Those strangers in the robes have left. They're tending to the people who are arriving, one by one and in a quick procession. Energy bustles all around you, as you're strapped up with your sudden gifts and looking around.

Hey, maybe you'll even see some familiar faces.

Comments

[alethiological]

[Yes, yes he did. Lion's consolation prize is a single shoulder pat. Good attempt soldier.]

You're right.

[llywelin]

[On the bright side, it means they're totally over the Lion in Jade's bed thing.]

Though, I would change being carted around like this. Or at least having some say in it. [Not that Lovecraft London was a first choice.] I wonder if this will be a pattern?

[Lion leans against Will, because today has been frustrating with the whole new fragment and getting drafted nonsense and it's all right if only Will sees any composure drop.]

[alethiological]

[It also means it's internalized for future ammunition. Should've never made that slip, Lion.]

It's only your... second time? Counting the theatre it's the third? Don't complain.

[It's not the first time, it probably won't be the last time, and after a while you just get used to it. Land standing, accommodate, then move on. But even still, Lion's leaning gets an arm wrapped around one shoulder, holding the confused child close.]

Three for three we've been together. I don't mind migrating Fragments for an eternity if it keeps the pace. [And he's still the only person who can say that shit with a straight face.]

[llywelin]

[Keeping ammunition and being so sweet at the same time really is a gift. Lion relaxes slightly, head resting on him with a small smile.]

...Yes. It would be all right switching everyday if that didn't change. [Laughing softly.] I reserve the right to complain, though. One of us should.

[alethiological]

[Years of effort, Lion. Someday he'll teach you his ways. Then you too can be horrible and then a complete sap at the same time.]

At least we'll never be bored. [And in a way, doesn't that count for a happy ending? Spend the rest of your days wandering an infinite Fragment sea, chased by a cat girl who needs to stop being a sore loser.

Well, it's close enough.] Then be the complaining one. Though that puts you in the archetype of the damsel in distress. Ah, or would you be the prince in distress?

[Why yes, he is taunting you again. So much for being nice.]

[llywelin]

[Oh, Will. Your methods of comforting always work. Lion huffs and glances up at him.] Neither, as I am not 'in distress.' In fact, I've been perfectly calm since I arrived.

[A beat.] Irritated but calm. And that cliche is ridiculous.

[alethiological]

[He's the best at comforting. Always works with the best method per person, and in Lion's case? That's bickering.] Being in emotional distress doesn't count towards being a brat in distress.

[A matching beat. Then all amusement instead of deadpan.] But it is ridiculous.

[llywelin]

[At least Lion doesn't have to try to argue tropes. Lion is only a recent meta addition, okay. A little amused, though, so Lion smiles.]

According to that, you would be my knight, wouldn't you?

[alethiological]

[For being recently ascended to the meta title, Lion does pick up on the tropes pretty well. With practice comes mastery.]

If you're the damsel without the distress, that would make me the knight without the shining armor. We're not very good examples.

[It probably would've been a flawless deadpan if Lion wasn't so good at luring smiles out of him.]

[llywelin]

[Speaking of flawless deadpan getting ruined-]

Maybe not. But you don't need shining armour to prove anything.

[One of those absent, sincere thoughts that sometimes pops out of Lion's mouth.]

[alethiological]

You sound like me.

[Being an accidental sap and all that. Not that it matters all that much.]

Not that it matters. I'm not a fan of armor anyway.

[llywelin]

[Giggling quietly at the mental image.]

It would look weird on you. And I'd rather not dress like any of the princes or princesses I've seen...