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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

[doctorly]

Yes, contact people. I imagine with anyone that has one too so.. everyone here? Kinda like a walkie to keep in touch I suppose.

[He hesitates on the next part, spy?] They can contact in turn, not sure about spying. I don't think they could if you don't have it on for one. But you get the choice to decline the call or accept it so.

[John flickers his gaze to eye the man while he stares at his own, before looking back to the one in his hands and tilting it around. He did bring up a good question.. the people that brought them here and given them this equipment, could they spy on them perchance?

When he hears the question he blinks back.]

It's.. a website, mostly you just blog what's on your mind. Sorta like a journal. Except it's online and people can read what you've written.

[stonefaith]

Ah. Okay. [ Journals are a concept that Bariyan is well familiar with. The idea of letting other people read it, not so much, or the idea of putting it on a computer, or, well, a lot of things. One step at a time, Bariyan. ]

What... what do you write about?

[ He arches an eyebrow, and eyes the hell out of John. ]

You've written a lot?

[doctorly]

[well John kinda expected the question, after giving an idea what a blog was.]

I wrote a lot before, yeah. Haven't done much since..

[well. he hesitates, jaw tightening with an almost struggled swallow until he switches back to the question before.]

Wrote about cases, murder ones. Just things that happened in my life basically.

[stonefaith]

Murder cases?

[ Bariyan raises both eyebrows, then shifts to turn and face John. ]

Huh. That's not the sort of thing most people journal about.

[ Of course the question of you're not the one doing the murdering, are you? has already occurred to Bariyan, which is why he's giving John a right good stare now. ]

[doctorly]

[That would be a bit too obvious no? John just gives a sort of breathless laugh, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck.]

Well there wasn't anything interesting to write about, other than that. It was the exciting part of my life.

[It really was. John's gaze raises to Bariyan's and he can tell already by the way he's eyeing him.]

Oh god no not like that. My mate [almost choked on that word for a moment] was a consulting detective, he helped the police solve murders. Cases they couldn't solve on their own. I'd write about what happened that lead to solving them. Things like that.

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan relaxes, blinks, and stops staring daggers. All right, still... slightly odd, and he's still slightly suspicious, but he'll give John the benefit of the doubt for now. ]

[ He catches that slight trip-up that John makes, too, and tilts his head to the side, inquisitively. ] What, was something wrong with your friend? What sort of cases did he work on?

[doctorly]

[that gets a sort of slightly exasperated laugh] What wasn't wrong with him more like.

Just murder cases mostly. He enjoyed solving and figuring them out. Like puzzles. He was a really odd bloke. [but his tone is light, fond even, as he speaks of him. though now he sorta wants to change the subject, it's too soon.

so he clears his throat a little.] Anyways so, you think you got the computer figured out now?

[stonefaith]

Yeah, I believe so. [ He pulls it up to give it one last suspicious look, then tucks it under an arm. ] Thank you for your help, er...

[ He frowns and tries to think. Wait. ] Er. Did I ever get your name?

[doctorly]

Oh sorry I don't think I mentioned it, Doctor John Watson.

[he extends a hand for the other man to take, stating his title since if this really was a war it would be good to let it be known he was a doctor and he could help.]

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan hesitates only briefly before shaking John's hand, briefly. It's a rather awkward handshake, possibly made worse by the fact that Bariyan's skin is far colder than it has any right to be. ]

I'm Bariyan. Good to meet you, doctor.

[doctorly]

[John is a little surprised at the cold touch, it wasn't normal no and yet again it was something to likely look into. The man, Bariyan, didn't seem all that affected though. Which was puzzling but he spoke before he lingered being quiet for too long.]

You too, if you need any medical help feel free to ask.

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan takes his hand back, and grins to himself. He's pretty sure that he needs a lot of medical help. ]

I absolutely will. Thank you. And thanks for your help here, too.

[ He bows his head to John in farewell, and steps away. Better go figure out the rest of this netbook thing for himself. ]

[doctorly]

Course. See you around then.

[John guesses at least, giving a light nod in goodbye with a slight lift of his hand before clenching it.

Well that was a bit odd but it wasn't like he was unfamiliar with that sort of thing. Once he makes his way does he go in his own direction.]