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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[That makes Scott worry that Isaac has almost hurt someone here, but then, that's the implication of the cage, isn't it? Scott has a feeling they were both desperate once. He doesn't know how he'll be in a few days, how any of that will go down, but he has to be ready for it.

Except he doesn't know how he will be, considering the factors involved.]

I'll make sure to say it then.

[peter's leaving out the part where scott was completely out of control, where people did get hurt. he doesn't figure it helps anything.]

We shouldn't stay in town. People here aren't exactly friendly toward supernaturals and my transformation's not...subtle. Not that you guys do much better.

You mean ... the transports? Or the people here? But I agree—though if there's a ... way we can keep ourselves contained, that'd be good. [Not a cage, but something different, something bigger. Derek's old place where he took the betas wasn't bad, though Scott doesn't exactly endorse trying to chain them up. But if they can't get out, that's generally good.]

The locals. Most of the transports are some kind of something themselves.

[he shrugs, although something in him goes a bit edgy at contained. it doesn't bode well.]

There are plenty of abandoned buildings, especially once you get toward the edges of town, if that's what you mean. They don't have any power, so no heat or light.

[His fingers flex in the cold. They are cold. No amount of being a werewolf can fix that, but being transformed can help a little with that.]

They might do. Just in case.

Guess there's a week still to figure it out.

[which is something peter intends to leave to the beacon hills crew as much as possible, since he isn't the one with the special requirements.]