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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

[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."