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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.

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It all happens really fast. First, he's being dropped into a room. Then he's dragged off through some other weird places, and finally here. He listened best he could to the woman; remembers her words clearly, but can't make complete sense of them. The weapon he holds is not unfamiliar; he'd picked it because it was so; but it's a little more vicious than what he's used to. Spikes line one of the clubs, bright colors a mockery.

So he just sticks to leaning against a wall, not surprised if no one is quick to approach him. His makeup's a mess, still; and he's also an alien with gray skin and candy-corn horns, and he's pretty damn tall. Gamze'll eye the crowd with sharp eyes; wondering if anyone else he knows is here as well. He'd be pretty disappointed if Karkat wasn't -- but for now, he'll wait. All these aliens were pretty interesting by themselves.

[Of course he makes out the other troll, how couldn't he? Those horns... they're familiar and act like signs begging the blue blood to look in his direction. Equius feels a breath catch in his throat, arms still crossed but his hands dig into his arms slightly as he looks over to him. A sudden chill falls down his spine, he's not sure...why, what he's feeling.]

[And then suddenly, he feels calm.]

[If the highblood is here... he's not back on the meteor. And therefor not with Nepeta. Oh dear gosh, thank you. Still he cant get himself to approach the other troll, not... not yet anyway. Equius can't help but feel off put by him. Something definitely isn't right, but, Karkat had said that, hadn't he?]

[...Stare.]

Gamzee feels Equius' gaze on him, and looks around until he sees him. The blueblood sticks out pretty well, even in this kind of crowd; so he wonders why he didn't notice him before. And then he realizes; shit, yeah, he was supposed to be dead. He certainly was when Gamzee had last seen him; very much so, but he doesn't show any kind of surprise as he smirks and approaches. Equius wasn't someone he would be quick to talk to -- but hey, it's the only person he's seen so far that he knows.

"Sup, Equibro?"

Equius is in now way a coward! The reason he stays to the side to stare is well... just that, to stare. The other has this new look to him, and besides it being unkempt and messy, it's something else entirely and it's some how enchanting. Equius can't help but stop and stare and he doesn't even notice when Gamzee turns to look at him at first. And then suddenly his system tenses, jaw dropping a little. A snort and he purses his lips. No, this is... just Gamzee right. That disgraceful part of the indigo castes. A wretched example of his fine blood hue.

"Ah... Makara, I suppose, not very much so far."

The words manage to string out in a sentence, be is an almost shuddered on, but one all the same. Again Equius takes in a long breath, calming himself down as he keeps his gaze on the other troll, unfaltering.

"It seems you have ended up here... interesting."

He quirks a brow, tilting his head. "And so've you, when you're supposed to be all up and gone. Pretty motherfucking sure you were dead, head all set up real fun. Guessin' that's not no more." He gives a vague kind of smile, a hint of irritation growing. He pushes that away, though. While he didn't exactly like Equius, showing animosity here, in this kind of situation, wouldn't be worth it.

"All up and ...gone? Elaborate. Uh, if you will, Sir."

Whoa, wait. He was... head up real fun? What did Makara mean by that? Equius doesn't show his concern, instead just stands his ground, unblinking through his dark, cracked shades. he's trying ever so hard not to focus on Gamzee's toe and how different and magnificent it is.

"Dead." He says it bluntly, not feeling any kind of sympathy for Equius. Definitely noticing the 'sir'; but he isn't telling him off for it this time.

He was asking, and Gamzee was telling. "You were dead, and I ain't seein' no way you could be comin' to life. Guess it's some more motherfucking miracles this place decided to pull on us."

"That seems to be a common theme... Vantas described to me the deaths of three others, I uh, I... I assume you know of them?" His eyes search for a moment, not sure if he should be saying that, but then he realizes what Gamzee just said.

"How exactly did I, um... pass? The last I remember I was searching for you. Presuming you aren't joking with me, or lying in some way." Because it is still Gamzee... And part of Equius highly doubts that that disgraceful fool could ever truly act as he should.

"Yeah, I motherfucking know of them." Seeing as he decapitated them, and set their heads up in a fun little display. There were more than three, however; but he doesn't say that yet.

He raises an eyebrow, feeling impatient. "You been thinkin' I'm lying? All up in this kinda fucking situation?" His eyes narrow, locking onto Equius' shades. Those kind of irritated him, too. Couldn't ever tell where he was looking.

With a shrug, he says; "You were killed, kinda by... me, though I'm hoping you ain't gonna get on my back about this shit right now. You're looking pretty motherfucking alive." Gamzee might be calm right now; but he doesn't feel much regret at the moment. After all, Equius was fine, wasn't he.

"...I see. I..." He stops, putting a hand to his chin and curling a finegr over his lips. "Hmm-" Equius coos for a moment as he thinks. This place isn't the meteor, and these people are definitely not all trolls. If this... 'initiative' has the ability to bring them all here, then perhaps they can be brought in from any time? Trolls certainly knew time wasn't restrictive in some senses, after all, they could dabble in any point in time as far as the humans in SBURB were concerned. Perhaps that has something to do with this?

Equius adjusts himself again, flinching at Gamzee's narrowed gaze. He feels a bead of sweat roll down his cheek and he quickly unfolds his arms to remove a towel from his sylladex and presses it to the side of his face.

"Excuse me, I'm merely trying to grabs the reins on this situation... I... haa. Please um, forgive me." Oh dear Mother, Gamzee talking to him with such a tone, with such an expression. All those times he pushed and shoved for the other to act as he should and now finally Equius us getting a taste of it.

Ugh, no, but, settle yourself down. The blue blood shakes his head, keeping the towel to the side of his neck as he looks back to the other troll.

"By you... I.... right," oh... Oh. That is both saddening to hear and always in a way, titillating. But he must keep himself calm.

"There must be some means of time manipulation... Whoever took us here seems to have control over when we are taken from..."

Gamzee fights the urge to take a step back from Equius as he begins sweating and even brings out a towel. Holy fuck. Was it possible for him to be acting more infuriating at the moment?

"Keep your motherfucking calm on." His voice is rough, and he realizes that is pretty much what Equius wants to hear, so he fixes that -- speaking in a softer tone. His gaze doesn't waver, though.

"I was thinkin' that too. Ain't no motherfucking other explanation, is there? Shit's all kinds of fucked up..." Then again, the trolls were speaking to the humans from all different times. He supposes it shouldn't be so new -- but he wonders, kind of vaguely, who else could be brought here. Nepeta? Eridan? Kanaya? And from what other timelines?

Even if everyone seems to treat his gland problem with such disrespect, that is what it is, a problem, he can't actually control how he sweats, goodness. Equius can most definitely see why it would be off putting, though he'd never admit it. of course not, he was perfect.

"Haa-- yes, of course," oh, oh dear, a direct order. He'll quickly do his best to 'keep his calm on,' even if getting the order does a bit of the opposite to him. Equius swallows, sighing momentarily and closes his eyes. Trying to do as the other says to the best of his ability.

"That seems so... As far as I know, you, myself, the Princess, Serket, and Captor are all here. I have yet to see, speak to, or be told about the other. Which I am finding to be highly unfortunate..."

A pause, swallowed, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips.

"From what I have gathered, both Sollux and Feferi deny Feferi's death for obvious reasons, so I suppose that leads one to believe they are from further back in their time lines? If that is how it worked," which he assumes to be true, gathering from how the human's timelines worked.

"I really motherfucking hate it when you call her Princess like that." It's a little mutter, under his breath; but it's Equius, what can he do? He frowns, and goes back to thinking about the others.

"Sounds 'bout right. Can't see how they'll be up and denying it when we're both fucking tell them it, though. Stubborn, ain't they."

He gives a little sigh. "I'm gonna guess you ain't been seein' Karkat round here?"

"But she is. I, should I not call her by one of her royal titles?" He's not quite sure where he wronged there.

"Apparently I have created some sort of delusion that I am now believing to be true. That or I am joking, which is ridiculous."

"And no, I have yet to see that furious midget anywhere in part I find that to be rather annoying for I know he would clear up this issue with Feferi's death being truth or not."

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Shifts rp style. . .

o sorry, habit ;; it doesn't matter what we use to me!! we can go back to that if you want...

No no, it was my mistake, I responded incorrectly. I apologize!

aah it is okay ;;

Heh, k-kay.

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