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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

[costumechanger]

[She would be offended by that attitude, honestly. She's seventeen, which is four years past the age of majority on most UP worlds, and has put her life on the line as a member of the Legion for about a year and a half. Though she's never killed, and doesn't intend to start to now - with her powers she should able to incapacitate enemies without killing them. But she just shrugs at his non-committal answer.]

Alright, I won't press, then.

My name's Zoë Saugin. What's yours?

[madeofswords]

[Awww yeaahhh, he was very good at refraining from putting effort into his answers. With a defeated look, Shirou simply set his hands on his hips and looked from Zoe out to the other groups of people.]

Shirou Emiya. [He couldn't tell Zoe's ethnicity for for a damn, of course. The translator he kept in his pocket wasn't needed for the moment, at least.]

Don't mind me.

[costumechanger]

[Largely because Zoë had gotten a translator and turned it on first thing. It was how she was used to dealing with language barriers, after all, and she hadn't expected many, if any, of the people here to know Interlac.]

Nice to meet you, I guess. So are you planning on just standing there frowning the whole time, or what?