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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.

Comments

/WAKES UP AND SLAMS BACK

[llywelin]

[Oh dear. Easily irritated people are another familiar sight for Lion. Though, it is surprising to have the weapon insulted. Bows are perfectly nice.]

I believe that's what training is for, correct? [Mild as ever.] Though even if shoots 'sticks,' they're still dangerous.

<3!

[garwithnobrakes]

[Feels just like home, doesn't it? And bows are out of date by about four millennia, pull the other one.]

So, what, you don't have training with any kind of weapon at all? 'Tch. [Still giving you the evil eye, though it's overridden a little by irritation at the establishment now. Honestly, this is ridiculous.] There are things that can do more damage.

[Clunk, goes his shotgun pointedly against the floor.]

[llywelin]

[Shotguns. Well, Lion knows those. And he is right, technically.] I don't have any weapons experience. Ah, no, I do have a little bit from self-defense and my grandfather did show me how to work a gun but... [Lion shrugs. That says it all, doesn't it?] I suppose just saying this weapon felt more suited to me isn't going to help.

[garwithnobrakes]

What's the point? Are they just picking names out of a hat or do they want civilians to brainwash or what? [It's not really a question directed at Lion -- more like a grumble to himself. His next words are sent that way, though, along with a renewed glower.]

You still think that bow's gonna suited when you're going up against armor that didn't exist back when the bow was even used? Hell, I don't even remember when that was.

[llywelin]

[Actually his rage is sort of amusing but Lion is good at poker faces.] I assume they wouldn't offer me a useless weapon. Though as you said, you would also like to assume they wouldn't pick people who can't use weapons to begin with.

[garwithnobrakes]

[Psshhhh, he will get you for that pokerface someday. He didn't put up with having to work with like three of those for nothing.]

You really think they got that much goodwill for all? Maybe you're just here as target practice for the rest of us.

[llywelin]

[Bring it on. And Lion blinks, thinking about it for the first time since yes, goodwill towards all of mankind is a feature here.]

...That seems counterproductive. There isn't that many of us yet. At least, numbers wise, it wouldn't be very useful.

[garwithnobrakes]

[BE PREPARED!!! In the meantime, seriously, has he just become a magnet for the creepy-calm logic hogs or what.]

Hey, you're the one who said yet. This is the military, not some flower-growing operation. I'd be surprised if they haven't got replacements lined up. However it's happening in the first place.

[llywelin]

[It's because they're amused by him. He does get some more obvious sarcasm.]

In that case, I do hope you won't use me for target practice. [Then, with a small smile.] Though I've been rude not to introduce myself. My name is Lion. Regardless of what their thinking is, introductions are a common courtesy.

[garwithnobrakes]

[HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT'S SO AMUSING, HE IS A SERIOUSLY BIG DEAL. A BIG SERIOUS DEAL.

Also, have a derisive snort for your trouble.]

I don't go in for easy targets. [And cocking an eyebrow:] The hell kind of a name is Lion? Code name?

[What's a common courtesy???]

... Mine's Gareas. Call me Garu, I guess.

[llywelin]

[Just ignoring his manly big deal comment.] It's my real name. My Grandfather likes names that sound Western. I'm not sure if that means anything to you, though, since it sounds like you're from the future.

[At least it's not mean? Lion has no idea what the futurey things would be like so it'd be rude to assume.]

But it's nice to meet you, Garu. I assure you I'm just as annoyed that they drafted me as you are.

[garwithnobrakes]

[Why must you people always ignore his cool moments. You all have the worst priorities.]

Yeah, that means jack in space, what's your Western mean?

[Garu doesn't care how rude people are as long as they're not making the cardinal mistake of looking down on him or generally being insincerely polite. Actually polite people he'll tolerate in moderation. Sometimes.]

... You don't act anything like it. If this is you being annoyed, I gotta wonder what you're like when you're actually mad.

[There's a hint of curiosity but mostly it's irritation with maybe a dash of wry. Quiet people can be the scariest, really.]

[llywelin]

[On the bright side, Lion is always sincere, even when teasing. It's a gift.]

In space? [Don't get distracted yet. Answer things nicely first.] -Ah, yes, well. I'm from Japan, Earth. Asian countries tend to be considered 'Eastern,' while countries like Britain or America are 'Western.' So my grandfather likes Western languages best for names.

[And with a hint of wry as well.] It is very difficult to anger me. Hopefully nothing will, though. ...But...

[Lion pauses because this is embarrassing but hey, he said he's from space.]

...Do you live on the moon?

[garwithnobrakes]

[Well, at least there's that! Perhaps they can come to an understanding. Or...]

'Earth' Western and Eastern, huh? Seems funny, calling west and east on a sphere.

[Of course he's had some lessons in how Earth maps work, but when you've only ever really seen a planet from space, that's still one of the oddities that stands out.

The latter question, though, makes him blink and let out an involuntary snicker.]

What kind of question is that? Zion doesn't even have a moon. We live out on colonies when we live anywhere.

[llywelin]

[Garu earns something very rare - or at least rare in public: Lion sulks, just a little, but still noticeable.]

It's a perfectly reasonable question. I was only curious because my father believes space tourism will be popular someday soon. Grandfather thinks it's too, ah, whimsical...

[garwithnobrakes]

[Here's the icing on that cake: it's pretty easy for Gareas to recognize a sulk when either he or Rio is always engaged in one at some point when they're put in the same room.

Have some more of that amusement:]

Space tourism? [There's something... oddly nostalgic about that. He doesn't try to place it, just lets it widen his grin a little.] Well, I guess it's not a bad idea, for a bunch of planetdwellers. Doesn't happen where I'm from, though, too bad.

[... Apparently annoying people puts him in a better mood. Go figure.]

[llywelin]

[Well they'll be best friends uplifting each other's moods by being annoying. Lion tries not to pout, hands on hips. Maybe this is why Krauss doesn't bring it up with too many people. Hmmm.]

Is it really that silly? I'm only from 1986. Most people haven't really thought about it yet, so from a business perspective, being ready for it is important. [Pause.] ...It's an idea worthy of consideration, isn't it?

[garwithnobrakes]

[Well, Gareas is at least familiar with that form of friendship. Though, you're not the same type of annoying as Rio, but it'll do. Still, you're much funnier this way.]

Wow, you're ancient. [He couldn't help it, okay. Meanwhile, have a shrug.] I'm not sayin' don't be a space tourist. Just keep in mind you might not be the only things out there.

[Because really, that's a lot of the reason they can't do much in space. Stupid Victim, ruining the nebula-sightseeing.]

[llywelin]

[Another huff. 'Ancient,' how rude.]

I'm 19. [Said a little absently, as if this fact makes up for the huge gap in eras. Because it totally does.] But aliens you mean? I hadn't really thought about that. ...Though I guess actually there were aliens of a sort in London.