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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]

...yeah, she's got no idea where he's going with this one, but she does let him take her hand and give it a squeeze. She's got to get comfort where she can find it in this place, she's fairly certain.

"I don't know how they expect some of these people to be able to fight." Not 'us', of course, because she's not a stranger to war even if it isn't the very muggle kind she thinks it probably is.

[noble_sin]

There's something about the way the boy's head is tilted, as he pulls his leather bag around to undo the tension-buckles keeping it shut, that suggests he's listening, even if he doesn't understand the words. In the bag are various things, neatly backed—little bags, vials wrapped in cotton padding, a few metal scroll-cases, a sheathed knife, metal tongs... it's as like some medieval healer's kit ran into the odds and ends of a set of hiking gear.

He pulls out one of the scrollcases without needing to look at it twice. From it comes a sheet of thin paper, and from elsewhere in the bag he retrieves a thin black stick of what looks like charcoal, though when he rubs it against a corner of the paper it flows more like a pastel. He stares it for a moment, then glances over at Andromeda, then back.

In that corner of the sheet he quickly sketches out a little stick-figure wearing square with darkened borders (some indication of his own tabard?) and a helmet with a silly feather plume on it, holding up a sword. Next to that figure he adds another, with the same square, but with no sword. Then he glances over at her again and adds a circle around that second figure, gesturing at himself.

[andromynous]

She's definitely paying close attention to everything that he's pulling out of his bag. It'll at least give her some information about who he is, at least occupation-wise. Well, let's figure out what this means.

"So you're -- not a fighter?" She pauses for a moment to think and then reaches out to him, gesturing in hopes of getting him to pass over the pastel. If he does pass it, she'll draw out a staff coiled with two snakes -- the caduceus -- a pretty clear indication of healers, no matter where you came from. Is that what he means he is?

[noble_sin]

He lets her take the stick (it's got an odd greasy feel, though none of it comes off at all except against the paper) and draw in the caduceus... but he doesn't seem to recognize it at all. He squints at the symbol, and tilts his head a little.

He reaches to take the dark pastel back, and pauses, trying to figure out what he wants to add to it. He bites his lip, and then draws in a thick arrow from the figure without a sword to the one with it. Under that he draws in a symbol like a shield with what might be vines growing around it.

[andromynous]

Well, that -- does make a little sense, if she thinks about it quite hard. Whether he's making it exactly clear isn't certain, but she nods cautiously.

"You protect people." She hesitates a moment and draws her wand from her pocket, holding it out so that it's pointed in front of them and murmuring a few words. A soft wisp of colour floats out of the end, forming its way into what looks like a poorly-drawn hospital scene. She motions to herself.

"So do I."

[noble_sin]

The boy lets out a little noise of surprise, but not quite shock. Wherever he's from, it seems - to judge by the expression on his face as he leans closer in to see the conjured image - magic is not common, but neither is it feared or unheard of. And he recognizes something about the scene projected there, however much it might not match up with what he's used to.

He grins slyly, and cups his hands together over his mouth, breathing sharply into them. And then he unfolds his hands and firefly-spark motes of light drift out, without any substance to them but the soft yellow glows.

[andromynous]

Well, isn't that interesting. She raises an eyebrow as all of this happens and then reaches out to test the motes. Yes, they're just light.

She chuckles. "I think we've got more in common than I might've thought at first." Not that this is -- extremely important, or that he can understand her, but still.

She fishes a key out of her pocket and holds it out. "Did you get one of these?"

[noble_sin]

He squints at the key, then he scrabbles through the depths of his bag, pulling it out. The netbook is jammed in the back there, too, though he seems to have no real idea as to its significance. He at least seems to understand the point of the key, so he's got to be from somewhere advanced enough to have tumbler locks.

[andromynous]

Andromeda doesn't understand the netbook just yet either, even if it's been explained to them briefly. She's going to have to figure it out herself by fiddling.

"Do you want to take a look at the rooms? It might be good to rest." And she tries to convey that non-verbally by ... making vague motions with her key forward. Yep.