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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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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.

When we get back, we've gotta ask him if he ever had hair to have dreads. [Because hair would be the first step to that. Scott doesn't know a lot about Deaton, and unlike with some figures, he's never felt the need to demand answers out of him. Knowing what he knows has always been enough.]

Your emissary, your responsibility.

[Isaac is laughing though. That's a good mental image.]

But be sure to share with the class when you're done. Now I'm curious.

Huh ... I guess he is. [There had been no official agreement on that, things just kind of fell into place the way they did. Scott stares off into the distance as he processes that. It's just another part of being an alpha.]

But—uh, yeah, I'll let you know.

[No judging, it just seemed like a reasonable assumption to make. And as they approach the apartment, Isaac nods and reaches into his pockets for his keys.]

...yeah, so, again, don't expect much.

It can't be too bad.

{Scott is basically expecting very little of anything good. Then again, Derek also lived in an abandoned house.

So, really, he's prepared.]

[Isaac nods and opens the door, inviting Scott in first.

And it's not. A dump or anything- to be honest, they don't have enough stuff for it to be that messy. It's a one room studio, basically, with a shabby couch splayed in the center, in some attempt to divide the small bed on one side of the room from the kitchen area on the other. As Isaac had warned before, there's a basin-style bathtub in a corner near the kitchen area, and a small door that leads to a cramped room, in which a toilet and sink fill about half of the space there.]

If you want to live on your own without owing anybody anything, you've got to make a few sacrifices. But it's not- I mean, it's not really that bad, once you get used to it.

It ... could be worse. [Scott had lived in a large house for a good portion of his life. Somehow, his mother had even managed to hold on to it in the wake of the divorce (but then, there was no reason for his father to do so, considering the transitory nature of his job). So, there is a small part of him that's stunned by the size, but he's ... Scott, he's not about to judge.

And besides, it could be burned down on the inside.]

... Though, uh, is it going to be okay if I sleep here? [He notices that there aren't exactly a lot of places for that.]

Yeah. We don't really have a guest room, but if the couch doesn't look too bad, you're welcome to it.

[Isaac shrugs and then flushes a little at the implication, rubbing his hand awkwardly over the back of his neck.]

I... when you left here last time, Peter and I started sleeping- next to each other. Not like that, and we don't... [His face is definitely bright red now.] ...cuddle or anything. When the moon happened, he turned into a wolf and he was good at keeping us calm so we all sort of piled together. Just became a habit, I guess.

A habit. [Even with Stiles, Scott hasn't really made a habit out of sharing a bed with him. That's not the kind of habit they really got into. He studies Isaac's face curiously, but he doesn't ask the question. Scott has a feeling Isaac can see the question all over his face, but he's nice enough to not vocalize it.]

Well, I won't be here for too long. I promise.

[Well, Stiles isn't a pseudo alpha with calming werewolf powers, is he.

Isaac can feel the look on his face and quickly deflects, rolling his eyes and heading for the small kitchen area.]

I already told you it's not like that. If it freaks you out that much, I'll sleep on the floor.

It doesn't freak me out, it just feels like I'm invading your space.

[It's the kind of feeling that Scott would have even with Isaac on the floor. Which, speaking of:]

And you're not sleeping on the floor.

Don't be stupid.

[Isaac shrugs and starts pulling off blankets and pillows to pile onto the couch. Might as well.]

My space is your space. You're not invading anything.

All right, as long as you think that.

[He stands awkwardly and watches him, even if he wants to help. But he can admit to himself that it seems like a simple enough task.]

You're gonna be warm enough, right?

[He nods.]

We have a heater. There's food in the fridge there, too, and some frozen stuff packed in the snow outside. You can help yourself, alright? [And then there's a short pause, before Isaac sort of rubs at the back of his neck.] I should actually probably run and tell Peter what's going on.

All right—if he's apprehensive or anything, just let me know, okay? [To Scott, this guy, even if he's chill, is still a stranger. It's different from letting Isaac live with him, at any rate.]

Yeah, no worries. He knew you before, anyway.

[Isaac offers Scott an encouraging smile at that, before turning to leave.]

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