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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

[flightlessbird]

[ Green hair! On a human! How odd. Maybe they're a little more like her own birdy friends than she'd thought? She doesn't answer him right away, too busy seeing how many angles she can get for this intense peering going on.

Eventually, and from a lean far to his left: ] I don't want your clothes, they are not pretty. What is your name?

[garwithnobrakes]

[In a world where humans with pink and blue hair tend to happen on top of the regular hair colors... Well, let's just say he's not an oddity and isn't really pleased about feeling like one -- even though the girl's appearance and behavior alone kind of explains it.

Really, though, does she live in a... man, they used to live in caves, didn't they? But wait. Even if she's a cave-dweller--]

What do you mean, they're not-- They're perfectly good clothes! It's a uniform, all right? [No, he doesn't want his clothes to be pretty, but don't diss them!]

... I'm Gareas. Garu. Would you just-- [putting out a hand to hopefully move her back a couple paces, by the forehead if necessary; personal bubbles are nice every now and then] --What are you, anyway?

[flightlessbird]

[ She has no idea what a uniform is, and doesn't much care. It's no clothing she wants. Her hands rise to wrap around his wrist at that, to bring it down for examination, but -- oh, it's like every human hand she's ever seen before, how boring. She'll just be sort of flinging that away again, carelessly. ]

I am an Avian. I am really-- [ shrill bird-whistle goes here ] But you are human and would not be able to say that, so you don't have to try. [ A pause, and she adds, a little curiously: ] You are human? Yes? You have green hair.

[garwithnobrakes]

[The fling is probably helped by the fact that he's also jerking his wrist away! He is not a scientific specimen, damn it, even if half the time the medical department loves messing with them--]

An Avian, what, like a bird-- [the whistle makes him flinch because ow, that was way too close] --birds don't have ears.

[Yes, that is what he got out of that.]

I'm not going to go around whistling at people, anyway! And of course I'm human, there's nothin' wrong with my hair!

[flightlessbird]

[ Well, now she's starting to become aware of his annoyance-- but only because it's causing some of her own. She huffs, hands falling to her hips. ]

I have ears. And I did not want you to go around whistling people, because you would do it wrong.

[garwithnobrakes]

[Considering how oblivious he can be himself, he has no grounds for getting annoyed with her insensitivity. Really, they're going to get along famously (if one defines total failure as 'famous').]

Yeah, so you're obviously something other than a bird. [As if the rest of it wasn't a tip-off or anything.] And 'course I wouldn't know bird-language, it's not like I've even run into that many real birds! Never mind... Avians or whatever.

[flightlessbird]

I am an Avian! Not bird. [ Which she just said, gosh, this guy must be slow or something. But then she pauses, halting the rising irritation for a curious little: ] Why do you not run into that many real birds?

[garwithnobrakes]

That's what I said. [Their discussion is so productive right now-- But her sudden curiosity manages to bring him up short in turn, and now that she's backed off a little, so has his temper.

So, she gets a real answer this time--]

Birds? They don't exactly do well in space. The colonies raise some, but we don't get a lot of them over where I live.

[flightlessbird]

[ no birds in space? what the crap is wrong with-- where ever space is? She makes a face, because obviously the lack of them is his own fault. Obviously. ]

Where is space? It sounds bad. You should live in the colonies, with birds.

[garwithnobrakes]

[Kind of amused by the face, just because it's the first time he's run into someone making such a big damn deal over birds. It makes sense if she's at all related. In a weird sort of way.

Nope, he's still amused.]

I used to live in the colonies, but there are things you can't do there. [Shrugging, faux-nonchalant.] Can't stay on the colonies if you want to keep them and the birds around.