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[initiates]

Date: January 1st 8th
Location: The Transporter building.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled through their initial briefings. Then... out into the cold?
Warnings: None.

Your arrival here has been very unceremonious. One second you were somewhere else, and now, very suddenly, your feet hit the glowing white of the Transporter pad, and you're here. You aren't alone, either. There's a crowd of others around you, each seeming just as bewildered, angry, or confused as you might feel. At the head of the group is a woman in purple robes, solemn and taciturn. She hurries over a quick overview of your intended purpose here, and gives direct answers when asked for them, but to most things she simply shows you how to access the tablet you've just been given, or tells you that the DITR's greeters will explain everything. On the tablet, you can find the history of this place and a record of what your new cohorts have experienced. You're guided through the armory and given a weapon, and though the armory is now greatly reduced, you should be able to find something to suit you.

You're currently in a large multi-roomed warehouse, graciously granted by the cagey and suspicious remains of the organization known as the Initiative. They don't know you or trust you, but they've given you leave to set up camp in one of the warmer corners of this building until you find a place of your own. And if you want to leave right now, step into the driving winter winds and never look back? Well, friend, you can be their guest.

Outside you'll find the wintery village of Exsilium, with most of its buildings permanently buried in snow and ice. There are tunnels underground to connect neighbor to neighbor to marketplace, and most of the people here use them, but you'll still see people braving the above ground weather here and there for a more direct route. They hardly glance at you, should you venture out among them — unless you don't look human. That hologram emitter the greeter pressed upon anyone non-human on arrival? Yeah, consider that very important to maintain good relations of any kind.

Welcome to the current reality of Exsilium.

Comments

[limitstorm]

You'd do better to post something to the network than look for them out there.

[ he glances out towards the snowy terrain, grimacing, before looking back at scott. slowly, he ventures out; ]

Look... I've been here for almost two years. There's a good chance that whoever you're looking for, if they're here, I might know them.

[banded]

[The network. His tablet. Scott isn't a "go to the internet and search" type; usually that act (and the research surrounding it) is left to other people. When Riku suggests that, his hand slides into one of the oversized pockets on the (really huge) coat to find the tablet shoved inside. Oh, he meant to use it ... probably. Scott's a little more action-oriented when it comes to things like this.]

Right.

[But who does he ask after first? Stiles. Derek? Somehow this seems like just the type of situation Derek would find himself in.]

Any chance you know a Stiles? Or a Derek? [He intends to ask after the others, but they seem to be the best people to go with at first.]

[limitstorm]

[ riku gives a little, emphatic smile at first. he understands reluctance--he didn't jump on the tablet when he first arrived. he let it sit for months on end while he did recon and kept up with the network, but he'd never posted on it until he absolutely needed to. the smile fades as he brings up names, and he thinks back. ]

They're not here. At least--I saw a Stiles on the network once, but that was a while ago. I don't think I've ever seen a Derek here.

[banded]

[So no Stiles now. That sucks, and he actually looks displeased. It's involuntary, but Scott always feels better having his best friend around. More secure. Stiles would be better at all of this. No, scratch that, they'd be better together. That's why they're friends—why they're brothers in a way.]

What about an Allison? Or a Lydia? ... Or a Chris Argent? [Yeah, Allison's dad seems to be a good one to ask after. He seems like he'd have a good handle on this situation.]

[limitstorm]

[ his spine suddenly jolts straight. ]

Allison? [ he repeats her name slowly. so their darknesses being similar... it's not a coincidence. ] I've known her for a few months. She should still be here. As for a Lydia--I've seen them on the network, but I haven't met her.

[ but then, a shake of his head. ] I don't know a Chris, though.

[ ... after a moment, and before scott can speak, he throws in; ] What about an Isaac?

[banded]

Allison's my—[Friend. Girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.]—we're close. Lydia, too. And Isaac, yeah, he's a friend as well. [No Chris means no father for Allison. It seems likely that none of their parents would be here. After what they've been through, Scott considers that a good thing. They're strong, of course they are, but the last thing he wants it to get them hurt. But some part of his heart already aches realizing it'll be a while before he sees his mom again.]

Do you know if they've been okay?

i can never spell isaac right

[limitstorm]

[ he sees that expression on his face, and his heart pangs, and he's not quite sure why. he doesn't even know his kid.

(maybe it's that darkness he carries. it's worrying him. he wants him to be alright, and being with friends is always the path there.) ]

I--I think so. I met Isaac in the middle of December.

[ ... ] I could check.

[ just one glimpse of his sensing abilities would do it... ]

[banded]

If you could, that'd be great. I mean—[He pats his pocket again.] I could always check it out here, but if you've got a way. [Plus, Scott worries about them a lot. If something is wrong, he can rush to help them, and he looks as if he's thinking about this already, determined enough to do what he want.]

[limitstorm]

[ riku has to inhale deep before he closes his eyes, brows knitted into focus. tapping into this other view of the world is, for the most part, second nature to him now. that isn't difficult. finding allison and isaac amongst snow and tons of people is. there's a thin line around him in the snow, like it's drawn on with black ink--it smokes black and violet smoke, though there is no fire or burning.

he suddenly snaps out of it, though--and seems unfazed. ]

They're here, they're fine. They've got to be close by.

[banded]

[It's almost instantaneous, but relief floods through Scott's features after he hears that they're fine. No matter what's going to happen here, at least things are starting off on a ... better note than they could be. He's used to everyone being in immediate danger, and he doesn't know how he would handle that, especially right now.

It would probably involve running blindly to save them. But that's about it.]

I—thank you. I mean it.