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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

[mesovortice]

He takes it in stride, laughing and nodding. "I guess I don't have the vocal cords for it. Oh, I didn't ask. What's your name? I'm John."

[flightlessbird]

Well, here comes another of those whistling noises, is anyone surprised? And then immediately after, with a grin, she adds, "Or Artika. You will say it badly if you try to say it right, so Artika will do."

[mesovortice]

"Okay, Artika. Like Antarctica?" But then he reconsiders. "Well, I guess you wouldn't know that place, would you?"

[flightlessbird]

"Yes, like Antartika!" All the better if he can relate her name to something he knows, right? As someone who's been learning an awful lot of a new language lately, she can vouch for that being a nice mnemonic trick.

...Of course, then comes the suspicious frown. "Is Antarctica a nice place? It should be. If it is not, then it is not Artika like Antarctica."

[mesovortice]

"I haven't actually ever been there! It's supposed to be really snowy. You'd freeze to death wearing that, that's how cold. There are penguins there and not very many people. So if that sounds nice to you, it's a good place."

[flightlessbird]

Oh, man, that sounds like an awful place. Where just the weather can kill you? Ugh. All of this thought process shows pretty clearly on her face, and she shakes her head quickly.

"That sounds very not nice, so it is not Artika like Antartica." A pause, and with a little less distaste, she asks, "What are penguins?"

[mesovortice]

He laughs, good natured. "Snow and ice are pretty but they aren't very nice to actually experience. Penguins are birds that can't fly! They're pretty big for birds and they swim in the ocean and lay eggs that they keep in a pouch by their feet."