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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

[andromynous]

She manages a thin smile. "The ironic thing is that everyone else is celebrating. Really, it's the end of the war -- I can't blame them. It's been nearly two decades coming." Andromeda blinked at his words, nodding after only a moment or two. They had given her keys, hadn't they?

"I -- think that might be a good idea," she admitted, slowing trying to push herself up to her feet. "And -- I'm Andromeda." No last name for now, because she had no bloody idea what she really should use.

[doctorly]

"Can't blame them yeah. End of a war is something worth celebrating for. But doesn't change how it affects you either, or for the losses that were made." Speaking from experience with war, but John tries to focuses on helping her now.

A hand grips the underside of her arm gently, even loose so she was able to tug herself from his grip if she chooses, but enough to help her up to stand and get balanced. "Too bad we had to meet under bad circumstances. Right uh.. your keys, what number does it say?"

[andromynous]

"Unit 103, it looks like." She let Watson guide her up to her feet because at this point she's not entirely confident in her own ability to balance. She furrows her brows. Were they really expected to share quarters with people they barely new? From what she'd heard, it at least sounded like they were going to be in group units.

"Thank you for this, Dr. Watson. I'm sure that this is the last thing you'd like to be doing right now, having just arrived yourself."

[doctorly]

"Unite 103, got it." At least the cloaked figures remembered to point them in the right direction of the claimed apartments they would be sharing with everyone. So he helped her along once she was steady, keeping close enough that if she struggled to keep up she could grab and take hold of him for support.

"It's not that much of a problem really, I had planned on heading to the flats anyway. I could use a long nap myself." John shows a little smile, but he was far more tired than he looked. Who knows maybe he'd wake up and this would be some crazy odd dream. Even if his gut said otherwise.

[andromynous]

"Are you hoping as much as I am that this ends up being some sort of trauma-induced nightmare?" Not that anything aside from the actual abduction had been so bad so far. She moved along at a reasonable pace, not taking Watson's arm but staying close enough that if she found she needed to, it wouldn't be out of reach.

"Regardless, you're right -- we should all try and get some rest." She wasn't sure how easily sleep would come to her, though.

[doctorly]

"I'd say we're on the same wavelength yeah." Mostly just adding to what happened before here really wouldn't be good on the both of them, but John isn't at that fragile and weak. He's sure she's not either, but when something catches you off guard and by surprise there's going to be a moment of struggle.

Instead of responding to that he gives a nod, rest was the only thing they could rely on at this point. No point in not gathering up energy if they really weren't going to be here long. When the apartments come into view he continues to guide them until they're in. That's when he gives his own keys a look over.

[andromynous]

She fumbles with the key a little, strongly debating just using a charm to see if it would unlock the door. This isn't exactly what she's used to. She does get the door open eventually, though, and swings it open.

...strange. She stands in the doorway and lets out a sigh. "I'm sorry I'm not more personable at the moment. Do you think you'll be able to find your way from here?"

[doctorly]

John quickly shakes his head, with a hand raising to wave in a carry on in gesture. "No no it's fine, don't worry I'll be fine. I'm sure I can find the right room."

He backs up a little though, ready to turn. "Take care of yourself, Andromeda. If you need anything, ah I guess you can contact me through this." He lifts the netbook a little till putting it back under his arm.

[andromynous]

"Once I figure out how to turn it on, you mean." And she is serious about that bit, because it isn't as if she's ever used any sort of muggle computers or anything like that. It'll be an ... adjustment period, that's for sure.

"And thank you again, John. I'm sure I'll see you about."

[doctorly]

That cracks a small smile, "Just find the shut on button and it'll be easy from there." John wasn't all techy or into it as a certain somebody but he managed to find his way around it.

"Yes I'm sure you will. See you around." With a slight wave of his hand he finally turns and starts down the corridor first, sleeping being the only thing on his mind now.