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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]

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.