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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

[maddeninghatter]

[ Okay fine, he's sitting here and being choked. Semantics. He doesn't resist, but instead goes all floppy, like a rag doll, so that Kevin's tugging will draw him close. ]

Don't get so... upset... about a little....

[ Emily chimes in: ]

FEATHER RUFFLING!

[senseandcecilbility]

[It is the closeness that mollifies him. Mister Break is so warm. He stops chocking him at last and carefully guides him back to his seat.]

Why would you do that?

1/2

[maddeninghatter]

[ The barest smile plays about his lips as he flops back down into his chair. ]

Why?

[ He reaches for his scarf, ostensibly to rearrange it after being angel-handled; but his fingers linger over the soft feathers.

Do you really need to ask? ]

[maddeninghatter]

[ The moment, which could have spun out into eternity, ends abruptly with Break's giggling: ]

Hahaha! I say, don't get so upset. It was your idea, after all~!

[senseandcecilbility]

[This is the creepiest thing anyone has done to his feathers in a long time, and that includes the pervert plumber stealing one of them as some sort of war prize.]

My idea?

[And yet it is perversely adorable and romantic in its own Mister Break way. So of course there is some blushing as he helps him unruffle the feathers of what is most likely the most expensive scarf in Exsilium.]

You could have just sought the source...

[maddeninghatter]

I'll do just that.

[ He smiles, beatifically, as Kevin helps him with the feather unruffling. ]

Tonight, hm~?

[ ....and steals a pinch from Kevin's divine ass. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

...

...

...

[He did not!]

[maddeninghatter]

[ He totally did ]

It was you who pointed out they were valuable~! And you tend to lose a couple every time we....

Ahahah, so what am I supposed to dooo with them?

[senseandcecilbility]

[That is so unfair. Even after being ass-pinched and exposed to the lewdest talk about his feathers, he still has a soft spot for a smiling Mister Break. Truly, his life is nothing but a long series of unworkable dilemmas.

He goes back to smoothing out the feathers, but by now that is a mere excuse to keep Mister Break a little closer.]

...Ah, I can't tell I have ever considered that...Perhaps a duvet? A duvet to be used in private.

[maddeninghatter]

A duvet?

[ He reaches up, his fingers closing about Kevin's still-caressing hand, holding it. ]

Goodness, that's a lot of feathers. We'd better get cracking!

[senseandcecilbility]

Now?!

[Trust Mister Break to help him reach new levels of embarrassment. He remains mute for a few seconds, staring down at the hand holding his and trying to come up with a suitable answer.]

P-perhaps not a kingsize duvet...

[maddeninghatter]

Hahahahahaaaa! Ha! Ha! Ha!

[ He throws himself back on the chair and laughs horribly. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Sometimes the ancient being who calls himself Kevin Cecil wonders about the wisdom of his decisions...]

Mister Break, that is terribly inadequate!

[He kicks the legs of Mister Break's chair for emphasis.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ !!! ]

Who're you calling inade —

[ Having been precariously balanced on two legs, down the chair goes when Kevin kicks it. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Never underestimate an angel's protective instincts. He jumps to Break's rescue and wraps his arms around his waist, practically hauling him onto his lap, feather boa on his face. Certainly not an inadequate position either.]