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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

[tobacco]

[Just when he thought things couldn't get any weirder, he spots some grey-skinned kid with horns pretending to be some sort of snake, by the sound of it. Great. Because the assholes with pig heads and robotic dogs back home clearly weren't unique enough for one lifetime.]

Not gonna catch on fire, are you?

[He nods his head after one of those flickers, curious.]

[onthelii2p]

[Sollux just frowns more for the question, and aims an unamused look over at the taller guy.]

No, I'm not going to catch fire, though I kind of want to blow thomething up. Do humanth not have thionicth or what?

[tobacco]

[Don't mind him, that slight upward quirk to his lips isn't because listening to this kidgremlinthing is amusing him or anything.]

... Not have what?

[onthelii2p]

[If he could do anything about it, he would! It's just these huge fangs in his mouth. What can a guy do, seriously.]

[But he tries.]

Sssthionicth. Thychic powerth.

[Pause.]

I can move thingth with my brain and shoot latherth out my eyeth, okay?

[tobacco]

[The explanation sure helps, and after a second or two of going over the worlds in his head, he thinks he's got the gist of it.]

What, like in a superhero movie? You serious?

[onthelii2p]

More like thome thorry-athh lother curthed into being the not-tho-proud owner of a mutant brain.

[He rolls his shoulders.]

But yeth, I'm theriouth. What'th it matter to you, anyway? Did I athk you to come bother me about my powerth?

[tobacco]

Hey, if you stand around doing nothing but asking questions to yourself, you can't throw a bitchfit if people come talk to you.

Besides, I'm a concerned citizen, you know? Thought you were gonna burn or some shit! Use your manners, ya' little cobra.

[onthelii2p]

By my thtandardth I don't owe mannerth when I've been abducted to a whole other univerthe than the one I wath in, without being athked even onthe, "Hey, do you mind?" Becauthe I do mind, for the record.

I already told you I'm not going to catch fire, and even if I did I'd handle it mythelf. And I'm not a cobra, whatever that ith; I'm a troll.