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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

WHY HELLO ROOMMIE

[bottlegreen]

Being one of the earlier arrivals, Laurence has had some time to properly bathe the grime of travel from himself, and even to begin to make tidy some of his travel stained and worn clothing. He still doesn't look near his best, but he's at least presentable. And so he'd headed back from what was to be his new room, rejoining the bulk of the arrivals, and ready to lend whatever help he may.

He's just passing by Aizen, headed for a puzzled looking young woman off in some corner, but pauses to hear that idle phrase from just behind him, and glances back.

"I beg pardon?" He's not sure if it had been directed at him, someone else, or no one in particular, but either way, Aizen has his attention now.

W.. WHY HELLO I THINK I KNOW YOU

[deicidal]

Idle musings swept aside, Aizen's attention turns to the man passing him by, and he shakes his head just once. It's a dismissive gesture, accompanied by the absent flick of fingers. His words hardly match, though the tone of them is absent, even bemused, enough.

"I had not expected to be trifled with. Though the lack of such an expectation may simply by my own failing." And it's only the direction of his gaze that implies he might be talking to Laurence. "One does not often suffer captivity at the hands of one's enemies without some manner of misguided retribution.

oh really?? DOUBLE HELLO THEN

[bottlegreen]

Oh. Well. Despite the man's odd garb (and, really, what style of clothing found here does look odd to Laurence?), he has to admit that his manner of speech is far closer to that found at home than anything else he's heard yet. It's oddly comforting, where he never would have expected to find comfort.

He turns to face the man more fully, examining him with some interest.

"Am I to understand you take this as some action of your enemies?" he asks, wondering privately after the reason for said captivity. "I can assure you there is no such force behind it, unless they have taken issue with all the rest of us here, as well."