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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

[madeofswords]

[At the very least, Shirou felt relief when he saw John's mood had seemed to find itself. He had initally been worried that the man was shell-shocked by the predicament. Not rightly so. His hand raised and his expression lightened just a little.]

If that's the case, then I'm Emiya Shirou. [He wasn't prone to absolute secrecy even in his profession. He did, in fact, live as a regular person most of his life.]

What course of action do you think --[Plunge right into your fear. Surely, a doctor would agree.] --should be taken to keep these children from entering combat?

[doctorly]

[John nods at his stated name, remember both face and name in case they ran into each other again. But with Shirou's next words he imagined the chances of that happening were very high. John's eyes widen just a little, as though he was surprised like Shirou had gone and read his mind.

But since he did just say he was a Doctor then it wasn't hard to put two and two together. Still, he straighten with a glance out in the crowd with lips pressing together. He was clearly thinking the question over carefully.]

If they were able to bring us here then there must be a way back, yes? They're probably not so keen on sending us back since they need fighters.. But maybe they'll reconsider on the children, some are really too young for battle. [He hesitates, thinking some more as he tries to spot one of the strangers having explained the situation to him.] If not I think keeping them in their room for now will have to do.

[madeofswords]

I admit, I like that idea for the most part.

[When he was younger, he fought in the Holy Grail War only barely tipping the scales of adulthood. Shirou knew what it was to want to fight even at an age like that and even long to be a hero well before that. The problem was--he was working the logic of being a rational adult and holding back children who might have wanted to fight like he did.]

I'm not sure we can do anything like that easily at all, but then again we haven't heard all the rules. Have you heard anything that might indicate older members of this group could hold that sort of sway over the younger ones--or, would it be more prudent to find a way to enforce this by ourselves?

[doctorly]

[children often dream about being heroes when so young. just like he had longed to be in war to do something for his country. it was different when actually in war.]

Can't say I have no, but it could be worth a shot.

[John didn't want to take the chances of having deaths of children in such a war, not if he can prevent it.]

[madeofswords]

While I'm sure that it would be possible for me to seal a few doors here and there, I'm completely certain that would be impractical.

For a military organization, there has to be people in charge with access to keys and the like.

[He smiled, raising his hands, almost in a futile gesture.]

We'd have to find out workings of the system.

[doctorly]

[a dry chuckle leaves him] Not sure what much barricading would do.

But you've got a point, someone has to be in charge of all this. Can't make an Army without someone in charge. So that's something to keep an eye out for.

[madeofswords]

We'll see. I'm concerned more about children who are adept in combat reaching a point where their inexperience will cause the majority of us to fall into more danger in combat rather than simply finding rank for us to pull.

[He huffed, scratching his neck in clear irritation.]

I'll see what I can do in terms of restriction.

[doctorly]

Feel free to keep me noted then, I'll see what I can do too.

[John's attention is a little focused elsewhere, he feels emotionally drained now that he should be considering resting even if his body was on the edge.]