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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

[llywelin]

Very rarely does Lion notice small details, so any oddities go right by. But those words come in a familiar language called 'insincerity.' A soft sigh follows them because this really is a normal day, isn't it?

"I suppose attitude was another factor they didn't consider for their draft." They definitely didn't consider 'fighting ability' from what Lion knows. "If you're bored, there must be something better to do. Unless the reactions really are that interesting."

Somehow, Lion isn't bothered by that idea, either. Probably because at least he isn't actually shooting people. Still very rude, though.

[misfortunes]

A Rainsworth's figure, but an echo of an Echo. No matter how far he strays from home, it seems, he'll always have something familiar to hold ground by. The thought isn't entirely unpleasant; these, after all, aren't resemblances he would mind. It's making this an odd sort of dream, at least, and isn't that the better sort?

"I'm not bored quite yet!" he assures Lion, as if that might have been the major concern. The airy smile quirks again. "But they failed to consider a great many things, it seems..." He stops, then, apparently cut short by the thought. "Ah, but it isn't polite, I suppose, to draw attention to their faults. Is it?"

[llywelin]

"It depends on how you say it. After all, shouldn't ways to better one's self be welcome?" A sincere answer, even if there's a hint of playfulness under it. "Though it's debatable if it's in our best interest."

Then again, if they brought better people, wouldn't they be allowed to go home sooner? That might be a little optimistic but nothing wrong with that. Speaking of that, to the person with the gun and the strange smile, Lion extends a hand with a smile.

"But most polite is introducing yourself. My name is Lion."

[misfortunes]

How... earnest. The gun sinks down as Lion offers a hand—but it isn't a gesture he minds; as such, Vincent extends his own (weapon-free) hand to grasp firmly and shake.

"Vincent Nightray—a pleasure. And that's an idea worth testing, I suppose..." A new smile touches the corners of his mouth, lights his face—and there's real warmth in the look. As if he's considered the thought, after all, and decided that liking Lion wouldn't be entirely a waste.

Until he adds, almost in the same breath: "You're very stiff, aren't you?"

[llywelin]

"And you're selective in your manners. It is a shame, since a name like that sounds dignified." Lion does have the good sense not to play any strange tricks on someone holding a gun, especially for a minor offense. The second one might be the ruling reason but it is a good one.

That and he did accept the handshake very well. It can't be all bad. So there isn't a reason not to be amused. "I am formal but I don't think being polite is the same as being 'stiff.'"

[misfortunes]

The retort earns a laugh, easy and unperturbed; if nothing else, that this exchange is serving as a distraction is all he can ask of the situation at hand. "It isn't! But your concern was over bettering oneself, wasn't it...?"

But he's willing to play fair: after a moment, he tucks the gun away in his jacket, rubs his fingers together as if to smooth traces of gunmetal from the gloves. "What a kind thought," Vincent remarks. "Ah—that is, if dignity's a sort of high prize."

[llywelin]

"Real dignity is certainly worth it. What that is, though, might be harder to define. I happen to think it is a good thing." For Lion, this feels refreshingly normal, falling in with a happy routine. Once it might have been habit to just nod and ignore it but as it turns out, little debates are fun.

And since Vincent will play nice at times, so will Lion. "I'll admit I might be too formal at times. But around strangers, it's a good idea to be a little more respectful, isn't it? Unnecessary conflict would be irritating."