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exsilium MODS ([personal profile] initiates) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2012-02-09 08:58 pm

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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.
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[personal profile] topology 2012-02-11 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
"If you could see it, it wouldn't be concealed." Arthur shrugs. It's a good rule, if not the most opportune moment to share it with a kid who at least appears well-intentioned. It occurs to Arthur then, somewhat belatedly, that whatever this turns out to be, he's at least hoping this John kid didn't get a weapon too. That might be... problematic. (He's not wholly sold on the sentient portion either.)

"No." He hesitates briefly, then adds with a slight jerk of the head, "You?"
Edited 2012-02-11 10:58 (UTC)

[personal profile] mesovortice 2012-02-11 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Touche! You might really be a spy after all!" John looks across the room at that and nods, turning back to Mr Charles, grinning wide. "Yep! A few of my friends are here too. It sucks no one you know is here, but at at least then maybe you have someone who can take care of things at home while you're gone."