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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]

Artika! [ Not really her name, but Zoë wouldn't be able to say the right one anyway, so it's good enough. The next question gets only a curious look, though. ] Planet -- I don't know that word yet. What is it?

[costumechanger]

It's nice to meet you, Artika. And 'planet' is the same as 'world' when 'world' is used to mean a large body in a stable orbit around a star.

[flightlessbird]

[ Well, she at least recognizes the word "star". That's a start, right? She considers it anyway though, before deciding, decisively: ] Then I am not from a planet.

[costumechanger]

[A moment of confusion crosses Zoë's face before she decides that Artika probably didn't understand that stars and suns were the same things, just viewed at different distances. But trying to sort that out would probably just lead to more confusion, so she decided to word her question differently.]

Does your world have a name, then?

[flightlessbird]

[ All these hard questions!! She knows her village certainly has a name, and there's a name for the forest around it, and even for the island it's one. But she has the idea that Zoë is talking about bigger things than that. ]

I do not think so. Should it?

[costumechanger]

[Zoë can tell that Artika's starting to get frustrated with her questions, and a bit of sheepishness is finding its way into her expression.]

Not necessarily. If your species hasn't had much contact with othe worlds before, you wouldn't really have needed one to distinguish your world from others. Had you met any humans before coming here?