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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

awww yis

[mesovortice]

He looks up at his name being called and quickly is looking every which way. But his eyes fall on someone who sticks out, even in this elaborately dressed mixture.

John looks over at the troll girl with confusion written clearly on his face. He tries to puzzle out who she might be, and figures he can't really tell without talking to her more. But the way she draws out his name... he doesn't know if it could be her, but he hopes it is. He never got to talk to her after she said all that stuff to him.

Crossing the room, and standing before her, he gives her a big smile. "Hey!" And he looks her over quite a bit. Recognition doesn't flash across his face just yet.

*A*

[multiplyby8s]

Vriska drops her arm as he crosses the room toward her. She's very careful about the grin on her face or the way her heat beats fast in her chest. She's nervous but she won't let that show no matter what. Just like she won't let the slight apprehension in her show when John gives her that confused look.

Oh, right. He had no idea what she looks like.

"What's that look for? Don't tell me you forgot the great Marquise Spinneret Mindfang? I won't forgive you if you did."

[mesovortice]

"Oh. Hi Vriska!" He breaks out into a really big doofus grin then-- bigger than the smile he had before-- and even laughs a bit. It's nervously but it's genuinely happy. "Of course I didn't forget about you. I just didn't know what you looked like! Wow, um. This is kind of cool. It's really exciting to meet you. I wasn't expecting it to be so soon!"

[multiplyby8s]

Vriska's grin matches his own, happy if not a bit underlaying nervousness poking through despite her best efforts. She felt a great relief lift from her shoulders as well. Same old John. Despite everything he didn't seem to be treating her any different. At least, not that she could tell just yet.

"I know that, I was just messing with you," she teased but continue to grin from ear to ear. "We meet at last, huh? I guess not in the way it was suppose to be but who cares. Seen anyone else familiar?"

In all honesty Vriska was hoping the answer was no. She didn't want to deal with any of the other trolls or even any of the other humans. But John? John she could trust. And handle.

[mesovortice]

"Nope, I haven't." He says it with a note of sadness clear in his voice. He rubs the back of his neck nervously.

"I'm worried. It's confusing to wake up suddenly someplace you don't remember going to bed. ... I hope everyone else is ok, especially Jade. I kinda left her behind. Er. But I don't mean to talk about other people when we finally meet! How are you, Vriska? Are you ok, and stuff? Did you guys like my message I sent?"

He didn't actually see her through Jade, but he figures she was just hiding.

[multiplyby8s]

So, it sounded like they shared the same experience as far as how they got here. Actually "how" was maybe not the right word. The way in which they remembered getting here, maybe. The "how" was still as much a mystery to Vriska as it was to anyway. But rest assured, she intended to find out somehow. She blinked once at him as he rambled on, grin faltering a little.

"What message would that be? We've had a lot of messages back and forth!" She paused and then waved her hand at him. "Never mind, it doesn't matter. If we're the only ones here then it's a good thing!"

The others were probably fine. But who really cared, anyway.

[mesovortice]

"Oh, okay." His smile gives way to his nervousness and John shuffles his feet. "I think so too. I want to see everyone, but if we're the only ones missing that'd be best." Shit, no way is he letting it fall into an awkward silence. John feels kind of shy around her and he hates it more than a little, but he figures it's not that weird to be shy around not only the girl he likes, but also someone he's never met before in person.

After a second of that quietness, he speaks up again, maybe a bit too loud: "What do you wanna go do now that we're here?"

[multiplyby8s]

Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. Vriska isn't so sure where she stands with John right now and it's starting to seem like he doesn't know either. Her front is starting to crack a little which makes her more nervous. But this is John so... if her guard fell a little in front of him that would be okay. She was going to avoid it if she could, though.

She's glad he breaks the awkward silence. "One step at a time! Let's find out assigned hives."

[mesovortice]

He grins at her, and nods. Willing the nervousness out. "Yeah, our hives. What does your key say?" John is fishing his out, and turning the thing over in his hands. "Man, this place is so big I don't even know where to start looking."

[multiplyby8s]

Talking about something else helped her as well and she produces her own key, dangling it from her fingers to read it. She grins. "108, naturally. What about yours?"

She tosses it and catches it in her palm, closing her fingers around it. She hopes John is somewhere close by. "Don't worry, we'll own this place in less than a week. You and me!"