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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

[mesovortice]

John pulls his hand back, and rubs the back of his head. "Okay, okay, you don't have to shake if you don't want to. I figured it was just polite or something. What's your name? Can you understand me even a little bit?"

[noble_sin]

Loiec says something else in that Frenchy language, and gives John kind of a silly hapless look. He tries something in a scrap of what sounds rather German, though it's just as archaic. His cheeks puff up and he lets out a little puff of breath as he realizes that's not getting through either.

"Loiec," he says very clearly after a pause, indicating himself with a hand.

[mesovortice]

Okay, that's progress. John smiles and gestures towards himself. He assumes this must be this guy's name, so he decides to copy him. "John." His hand drops. "Hi Loiec!"

[noble_sin]

Loiec laughs, halfway between good-humored cheer and pure tension-release. He must be remarkably in control of himself to keep a cool head after the events of his entry. He does a little gesture like a bow to John, though he's got no hat to tilt.

[mesovortice]

John laughs too after seeing him relax; he's glad. He curtsies as a joke, and his smile does not fade. "Gee, you're kind of formal!"

[noble_sin]

That curtsey prompts a little laugh and another bit of babble in that foreign language. He points a little at the hammer halfway sticking out of John's hood, though.