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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

[andromynous]

To be honest, she's looking for a reason to leave -- not because she finds him to be poor company, but because she suspects that she is going to become poor company soon enough. It might benefit her to at least -- figure out where she is supposed to be calling home in this place. Maybe she can find a way to temporarily knock herself out with some sort of sedative.

"I think I'll try to beat the rush."

[alethiological]

He's impossible to offend, whether someone makes a conscious effort or accidental. The only thing that really weighs at all in his mind is that she wants to leave, but doesn't want to say it, or can't find an excuse, and the reason doesn't so much matter in this case. A lighter case of heart reading, without tearing into secrets that should be all means remain private, and he has no reason to stop her.

So, if she wants to leave, but can't find a reason, that's reason enough. Not offering her a hand - less out of no sympathy, and more that it means she can keep to herself if that's what she wanted. "Smart idea. The place's getting over-populated as is. Can't say social gathering's are good for peace of mind."

An easier translation by leaps and bounds: more people means more showing up to question your business, right?