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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.

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Contrast to everyone else, either standing confused or testing their weapons or just generally socializing, there's always the occasional wallflower. This one being tall as a giant, dressed in a blue coat and adorned with a single pistol, and the breed of wallflower that's (only visibly) ignoring everyone and everything else. Like being kidnapped and dropped in a new reality is just par the course.

Why bother with questions while everyone's distracted with the initial suffocation of the hivemind? It's easier to observe from a distance, and you don't need that much focus to observe. So he's one of the rare few among the wallflowers, busy typing on that small computer that was handed out. Occasionally there's a freeze, looking up when someone walks in or listening to someone say something else through the room. But the focus always leaves and the typing always resumes.

Can't hold it against someone if their priorities aren't in line, but that's no reason to let your own fall apart.

He wasn't the only one wallflowering it up in here. Then again Vriska wasn't really being a wallflower. It was just that she was interacting with whoever looked most interesting. She decided this tall human with little regard for situation was one of them and so she appeared from the crowd beside him, nonchalantly, as if she hadn't meant to find him at all.

"Writing something important?"

Glancing up at the voice, then down. Having to lean forward just enough to see over his own computer. It's a pretty wide height distance, and he hadn't expected someone to target him out of nowhere. Damn kids.

If there's any care for the fact she has gray skin, horns, and fairy wings, he doesn't show it. "Notes on what the locals were saying, and what others here are talking about."

Judging from the tone? It's boring as hell and there's nothing helpful. Have to put out an effort later, sigh.

Vriska had never seen a human this tall before which might have been part of her intrigued. Via the Trollian she had watched human kids and they had all seemed to be the same height as her, give or take. So what was this guy's deal?

"That sounds pretty boring," Vriska replied with a slight shrug. "Why are you doing something so mundane?"

"Because it is boring."

With a matching shrug, and there's another second spent listening at nothing before sighing. Harder to focus during a conversation, but it's not like there's anything important going around. "Can't say I'm fond of being used for another person's fight. Especially with such worthless reasoning."

Read as: eavesdropping to see if anything actually relevant comes up. Information is a weapon after all. No point explaining it to kids, anyway.

Oh, oh... Well, maybe he wasn't as dumb as he looked. He was certainly the first person she'd spoken to here that showed a little resistance. So far everyone seemed to just be going along with everything. Except herself, of course.

"Then use them before they can use you. Duh."

"I only use things that have uses."

Yes, that was just indicating everyone here is useless. At least from a first sweep. Could always be proven wrong. Objectively, hers is a good suggestion, if worded a bit crudely. But she's a kid, so it passes.

This doesn't change that you only find a use in something if you have a reason to use whatever it is. Maybe she has a use for a gathering of confused dimensional runoffs. Not so much from his end. "Can't say I approve of manipulating them. But at least find something worth the effort."

Haha! Still dumb after all but she supposed she'll give him a little credit all the same. "You have to think outside the box. Maybe you can find a use for the seemingly useless things."

As for the manipulating thing, well... His loss.

An exasperated sigh here, with the expression that matches what Vriska's thinking. Stupid teenagers. "Then I'll be more blunt. I'm not going to manipulate anyone without good reason."

Indicating that most reasons aren't good enough. Manipulation is an active effort while investigation is passive effort. Lazy is always better. Not to mention that whole stepping on the toes of free will, and loopholes are a pain in the ass.

But either way, "Your eagerness means you must be a fan of that mode of operation. Shouldn't you be content? It means I'm not stepping on your toes."

The Doctor sat down unceremoniously beside Willard, taking out his own device and looking it over. The Doctor scooted closer so he was shoulder to shoulder with Will, no mind given to personal space.

"It's terrible the way everyone is clamoring out there, isn't it? All grabby hands and tedious small talk and all that nonsense. You would think they'd never been taken to a strange place to do strange tasks for a strange group."

All the Doctor gets is a small glance, stopping his typing to stare at him flatly. Still silent while he's invading personal space, babbling on about nothing, and actually most people do have the right to be confused over being taken to a strange place to do strange tasks for a strange group. That's a perfectly logical thing to be upset over. He's even given a bit more silence for his efforts after he's finished. Gold eyes watching, unblinking, giving him a chance to backtrack.

He doesn't.

Oh well. Doctor might even start thinking he's mute until he turns away. Back to typing and speaking in dismissal, "Technically, right now you're all grabby hands and tedious small talk. Does that mean I can write you off as nonsense?"

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