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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

fine 8(

[curepotion]

Sorry.

It must be rough.

[ he does think about what's being done throughout the worlds as a war, but he doesn't constantly label it as one. war's such a big word that inspires fear in so many people... he's pretty sure he could feel some darkness in the man before him. ]

This place probably doesn't help.

B|

[doctorly]

No it doesn't help, not really.

[ "You're not haunted by war, Dr. Watson... you miss it." That was close to the feel of war he could get, this was entirely different. This was actual war. But he was still every bit of calm and focused. He can feel every nerve nearing on the edge but completely ready to jump right in.

.. sleep. He needed to sleep.]

So.. your mate, have you seen him around? Or any of your other friends?

[this is John asking if he's alone.]

[curepotion]

[ his frown doesn't deepen, but there's a sudden sadness in his eyes and he takes the effort to push his hands into his pockets. ]

No.

[ he turns halfway away from John. clearly, he didn't expect to be alone, nor did he want to admit it. ]

[doctorly]

[Oh. Riku wasn't the only one since John too didn't have anyone he knew here, and there's also no saying some others might be in the same pit.

Still.. John runs his tongue over his lip idly, watching the teen for a moment before he speaks up again.]

Well. If you ever need anything, feel free to ask. Especially for medical needs. I'd be happy to help.

[helping is all he can do for now, it's the only distraction.]

[curepotion]

[ a light sigh escapes him, and he manages a smirk. ]

Thanks.

Same for you. Though I guess you won't need my help anytime soon, Dr. Watson.

[doctorly]

[Not sure what he means by that, nor how a sixteen-year-old could.. well, help him. But.]

Thanks I think I'll be fine.