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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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[The best part about bickering is that it keeps arguments from having too much worth in the first place.]

I didn't use it today. It wasn't even my first move.

[At least it'll give the confused new arrivals something to focus on: someone 6'4" arguing with a brat nearly a foot shorter over, literally, nothing.]

It wasn't your first, but it was still a starting motion. You really need to work on your opening.

[Nothing fights are the most romantic. And Lion might be shorter but how much this matters is obvious in the confident posture.]

I can only work with what you gave me. Sulking is a horrible thing to build from.

[That confidence still only makes you 5'4", Lion. Just accept you've lost the height battle forever. Along with most people.]

Most of my other moves tend to worry you or scare you. Be content with just the sulking.

[Never accepting that loss. Perfect confidence can make up for anything.]

It is a much cuter move. [Moves within moves!]

[Don't lie, that confidence isn't perfect. Closer to ninety percent.]

How heartless. [Using moveception like that. Especially in a way where he can't take a shot against it without making it worse. Tsk tsk.]

[Still impressive. And now Lion smiles, just amused.]

Quite the opposite, actually.

[Not impressive enough. Not even with the trying to play nice. Closing the computer and lightly thwacking Lion on the head in response. Somehow, it's affectionate.]

I know it is.

[Lion's hands go to rub the spot immediately, even if it didn't actually hurt.]

Nothing has changed at all, especially not your manners.

[Likewise, completely fond.]

[The action gets one of those infuriating smirks in return.]

Would you be happy if it changed? [He knows the answer is no, just as well as Lion does. Never immune from shots, sorry.]

[Not fair. Lion can't even joke about that just to get back at him either.] Of course not. Well, I might be happy if you were a little less lazy.

[About as much of a denial that can be managed. Really, even the bad parts are nice somehow.]

[Lion used one he couldn't fight back on either, so fair game.]

Would you honestly want that?

[He'd be neurotic all the time Lion, is that what you want? Pondering face here.] I could probably manage it.

[Staring. Remembering all his odd little flips at the stupidest things.]

No, no, just save your energy for what matters.

I figured.

[A rarely-used move, but a nice one. It's always fun to watch people backpedal like they've been burned. Lion's backpedaling is even better.]

[Rude. Lion sighs because he just won, didn't he?]

You wouldn't change anything, either.

[Yes, yes he did. Lion's consolation prize is a single shoulder pat. Good attempt soldier.]

You're right.

[On the bright side, it means they're totally over the Lion in Jade's bed thing.]

Though, I would change being carted around like this. Or at least having some say in it. [Not that Lovecraft London was a first choice.] I wonder if this will be a pattern?

[Lion leans against Will, because today has been frustrating with the whole new fragment and getting drafted nonsense and it's all right if only Will sees any composure drop.]

[It also means it's internalized for future ammunition. Should've never made that slip, Lion.]

It's only your... second time? Counting the theatre it's the third? Don't complain.

[It's not the first time, it probably won't be the last time, and after a while you just get used to it. Land standing, accommodate, then move on. But even still, Lion's leaning gets an arm wrapped around one shoulder, holding the confused child close.]

Three for three we've been together. I don't mind migrating Fragments for an eternity if it keeps the pace. [And he's still the only person who can say that shit with a straight face.]

[Keeping ammunition and being so sweet at the same time really is a gift. Lion relaxes slightly, head resting on him with a small smile.]

...Yes. It would be all right switching everyday if that didn't change. [Laughing softly.] I reserve the right to complain, though. One of us should.

[Years of effort, Lion. Someday he'll teach you his ways. Then you too can be horrible and then a complete sap at the same time.]

At least we'll never be bored. [And in a way, doesn't that count for a happy ending? Spend the rest of your days wandering an infinite Fragment sea, chased by a cat girl who needs to stop being a sore loser.

Well, it's close enough.] Then be the complaining one. Though that puts you in the archetype of the damsel in distress. Ah, or would you be the prince in distress?

[Why yes, he is taunting you again. So much for being nice.]

[Oh, Will. Your methods of comforting always work. Lion huffs and glances up at him.] Neither, as I am not 'in distress.' In fact, I've been perfectly calm since I arrived.

[A beat.] Irritated but calm. And that cliche is ridiculous.

[He's the best at comforting. Always works with the best method per person, and in Lion's case? That's bickering.] Being in emotional distress doesn't count towards being a brat in distress.

[A matching beat. Then all amusement instead of deadpan.] But it is ridiculous.

[At least Lion doesn't have to try to argue tropes. Lion is only a recent meta addition, okay. A little amused, though, so Lion smiles.]

According to that, you would be my knight, wouldn't you?

[For being recently ascended to the meta title, Lion does pick up on the tropes pretty well. With practice comes mastery.]

If you're the damsel without the distress, that would make me the knight without the shining armor. We're not very good examples.

[It probably would've been a flawless deadpan if Lion wasn't so good at luring smiles out of him.]

[Speaking of flawless deadpan getting ruined-]

Maybe not. But you don't need shining armour to prove anything.

[One of those absent, sincere thoughts that sometimes pops out of Lion's mouth.]

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