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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.

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[It is a lot to forget, and it's unsettling that he could forget so much of his time here. Unsettling... but not totally unheard of, Isaac supposes. There have been stories of other people coming back, not remembering. He just didn't think it would happen to them. It didn't the first time, did it?

But then, of course, Isaac remembers timelines, remembers a point when they were from different times in their world- when Isaac thought he was Scott's ally, and Scott treated him like an enemy. It could be the same thing here, couldn't it? It could be that they took Scott from a time before even his first visit to Exsilium?

(does it even work like that?)]

It's fine. Not your fault. [Isaac purses his lips a little, before shrugging.] Look, this is going to be a weird question, but... are we friends?

[That came out a little too weird, Isaac. Elaborate.] I just mean that- well, we are when I'm from. In Beacon Hills right now, I'm actually staying with you, but... if the reason you don't remember is because they grabbed you at an earlier point in your timeline, I don't wanna... [Impose? Force his company? Isaac just sort of shrugs at that, even though he's pretty sure he's grasping at straws. Scott still feels like an alpha, feels like his alpha, but still. It's worth a shot.]

We're friends. [It comes all too easily, even with the complicated factor of Allison-and-Isaac, because that is a factor. For all that's happened, that's something he can definitively say. Isaac is his friend, and the last thing Scott is going to do is overlook that fact; they're friends, of course they're friends. Plus, Isaac is his ... beta, which is something Scott's getting used to. He'll settle in eventually, but there's a lot of loose, hanging factors connected to that.

But it's still strange that Isaac is asking. All of this is weird, and Isaac has no reason to believe they're not friends. Scott does understand that it's some conclusion he drew a little later, after trying to figure this all out. Maybe there's something connected to that.

Oh, he has an idea.]

I'd be a little mad if I forgot that. [Or any other friends, for that matter. But if he forgot being here, there's a chance of that, isn't there?]

[The confirmation of that makes Isaac smile a little- he's concerned about his budding friendship with Allison, of course, but that hasn't come between them yet. And he's still not quite even sure what it means, what implications it might have. In the months up here, their time without Scott, he'd thought that he could take the time to grow closer to her but it seems like the rift between them has only grown.

He doesn't speak to a lot of people from home anymore. It just confirms his suspicions that most of the others were friends of his through Scott anyway.]

Well then, I'm glad you didn't.

[Isaac forces a little smile back and claps Scott on the shoulder before looking around them both.] Well, before we play twenty questions, I think we should get inside somewhere. Do you have a place to stay?

Not yet. They said I'd have to talk to someone and ask them, but it sounded ... I don't know. It didn't sound like a very good plan. [Not because of Scott, but because of all the people. Were that many people stranded now that they just arrived? They could stay in there, and he knows that much, but he has a feeling that wouldn't work out for the long term. The fact makes him suspicious.]

Where'd I stay before? Uh, aside from the moon. [Because with the fact that things have just begun to go haywire, he knows that he shouldn't be putting himself—or anyone else for that matter—in danger.]

Not much is a good plan yet. Everyone's still sort of getting their bearings.

[But he smiles wryly, letting his hand drop and shoving them in his pockets. It's still pretty cold out, even with his jacket.]

You stayed with me. Or- I guess I was the one that crashed on your floor, but same difference. That was before the world got reshaped though. Our old housing doesn't exactly exist anymore. [More's the pity, but.] I'm, uh. I'm staying with someone else now, pretty far on the outskirts of town.

How are they with guests? [Scott doesn't say "oh, so that's that smell," but it definitely crosses his mind. Unlike most of the other werewolves, he's fairly good about keeping certain weird remarks in check. Then again, he figures Derek hasn't really lived a life that would grant him a different perspective on those things.]

I mean—I'll leave right away, it's just ... [He's at a loss. He doesn't want to impose on Isaac.]

[The question shouldn't be surprising, but it is. Isaac doesn't really have time to text Peter, but- he shouldn't have to, right? They're living together as equals, it's not a pack thing. If he wants Scott over, then Scott can come over.]

Yeah- yeah, it should be fine. [He shrugs.] Don't expect too much though. It's kind of... well, the bathtub is in the kitchen.

[Just so he knows!!! But Isaac turns and starts walking then, indicating for Scott to follow him.]

The kitchen? [What? Scott trots after him, feet moving a little clumsily through the snow. He's definitely not used to this, what with snow being a rare-or-never thing in Beacon Hills.] Wait, does that mean you take baths in front of each other?

[It's a very valid question to ask.]

[Isaac just stares flatly at him.]

That would be weird, Scott.

[Really weird. And Isaac doesn't even know what he's going to do when Scott notices that there's only one bed in the side of the studio- it's not like that, but he has to admit that to an onlooker, the just pack explanation doesn't really hold much weight.]

We go for walks or whatever for privacy. It doesn't take that long.

Oh. ... It sounds like it's cold.

[That could also be because it is cold, but he's not denying the part where it would be pretty weird for them to take a bath together. In fact, his face seemed to indicate that he definitely agreed with that sentiment.]

The bath. Not the walk. Of course that is.

[Isaac is just deadeying you so hard, Scott.]

It's the only place in the apartment where there's warm water. So it's not, actually.

[Sigh.]

Look, it's probably not what you're used to, but we're just trying to survive, alright? Outside of the Initiative and whatever the hell they do.

No, no, I—I get it, believe me, I get it. [He doesn't know how he'd make it here himself. The idea that he's going to have to figure that out—and soon—is a little daunting. Scott doesn't want to impose on Isaac more than he has to.]

Let me know if you guys need an extra hand or anything.

I'm pretty sure we've got most of the stuff covered.

[But Isaac smiles a little faintly at that. Of course Scott would want to help.]

Do you have any- I dunno, questions or anything? I feel like I should be trying to get you up to speed.

[Everything being covered does put Scott a little at odds with the situation, and it's partly because he's aware that he's suddenly intruding in some way. It's a weird feeling considering he was apparently here before, but the thought occurs to him.

All of this is weirder than he'd like, though.]

How do we fight? The war, anyway. Have you gone on any missions?

Uh-

[Isaac sort of winces at that specific question, shrugging his shoulders up high next to his ears. Not the easiest of first questions to ask.]

You go on missions and try not to let UE's invasions kill you. Harder than it looks. But the thing about missions- it's really complicated. I mean, you've read comics about time travel and everything, right? It changes things. The city, the world... people. [He swallows hard, not sure if he should really tell Scott about his particular experience with that last one.] Peter is pretty anti-establishment as it is, and when he found out about that part, he put himself as far away from the Initiative as he can.

[Which would be why they live in a shitty apartment on the edge of town, but hey.]

I went on a few missions when I was here last, though. If you want to go that way, I can try to help.

["You've read comics..." seems to lose him immediately. At that point in the dialogue, Scott looks at him blankly, because while he knows some stuff—he saw some of the Avengers movies—he definitely isn't a walking arsenal of pop culture information. So, what Isaac says is lost on him.]

Well, I'd like to help. To get back home. [Because getting back home is the important part here. Bad things are already on their way to Beacon Hills.]

[Wow Scott, the point sailed so far over your head, you'd think it was a cloud.

In the end, Isaac just sighs and nods, shoving his hands in his pockets.]

Right. I'll show you where to go for missions, and I'll go with you. Not today though, there's been enough stuff happening lately.

No, definitely not today. [Besides, Scott needs to have a sit down and figure out what direction he's taking things in. That's important.] And if you don't wanna go with me, it's cool; I can handle it myself. [Pack travelling together is a smart idea. He knows that.

But he also knows it might actually keep Isaac safer.]

[Isaac lifts an eyebrow at him, before shaking his head.]

Don't be stupid. I'm going with you. [And that settles that. Either way, they're coming upon the apartment complex now, and Isaac glances behind them with a frown.]

Peter isn't here, anyway. I'm gonna have to text him. I'll show you where the couch is first?

All right, then we'll go together. [Scott knows that Isaac would probably strong arm him into going along anyway, and though he feels like that might be a bad idea, he knows he can't stop him. That's just how things are now.]

And yeah, good thing. Uh—[How does he ask this?] What would you say Peter's like? Bad experience with Peters. You know.

[Isaac finds himself grinning at the question.]

Peter is basically the polar opposite of crazy-Peter. [For what it's worth. And then Isaac is at a loss for how else to sum up Peter Rumancek so he takes a moment to think.]

For starters, he's calm. Like, really laidback and sort of- I dunno, scruffy? He's got sort of this zen voodoo magic stuff, but it's more like a sixth sense for danger than it is anything violent. [He purses his lips in thought.] He's a werewolf, but not like us. Every full moon, he turns into a four legged furry wolf, but when it's not a moon he's just a regular guy. No strength or healing or anything.

He kind of sounds like Deaton if he was a werewolf, too. [At least, that's how Scott processes it. He doesn't know anyone who's as calm as Deaton about just about anything, and he specializes in some weird stuff.]

Sort of?

[Now that Isaac knows Deaton a little better, he can understand the parallels.]

Just- less information guy and more hippie, I guess.

I bet Deaton could pull off being a hippie.

[Then again, it is hard to imagine him doing the things a hippie does.

... Though Scott has a hard time with what hippies do aside from being a hippie.

He really needs to be more culturally aware.]

[To be honest, Isaac is still trying to figure out if explaining Peter as a gypsy is offensive or not. He's seen people spit it out at the other man on the street, and yet he's heard Peter laughingly refer to himself as such, so... better to be safe than sorry and just stick with scruffy hippie.]

Hah. Now I'm imagining him with dreads, thanks.