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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

Is something happening?

["A good time" seems to translate to "something bad could potentially be happening," at least in their experience. Something that he's needed for, at any rate.]

More like something isn't happening anymore.

[ she sounds weirdly relieved given her tone. ]

Just up until last month everyone had been evacuated to the moon. [ which didn't exactly have the best of effects on the werewolves here ]

... I'll count myself lucky for missing that. [Partly—mostly—because he doesn't know if he's mentally in the state where he could readily handle that.] Good thing they waited to bring me back.

Second time they've brought you back too, apparently. They must really like you.

Heh, maybe it's just better me than anyone else. But I hope that means they think I can help. [The one small bright side of all this: he does want to help.]

I think so. [ she can't help but smile slightly. of course, scott's focus would be on how he could do the best for everyone around here. ] That is the reason they keep telling us, after all.

Though I wish I hadn't forgotten everything. [That makes it a little inconvenient. Scott isn't always the best at putting together how to help—he's just relentless at trying. Period.]

It doesn't matter. You'll pick everything back up again quick enough.

[ the initiative was bound to have a crash course in all things related to it and exsilium at this point. and whatever they missed, allison would gladly fill him in about. ]

Yeah. [He tries not to make the following statement sound as loaded as it's going to, but it's going to sound loaded.] And I've got you.

[ it's loaded enough just to bring about the slightest bit of awkwardness and allison turns to look to the side. it isn't entirely an untrue statement, given that she was willing to help him in any way, especially here in exsilium - but there's still the undeniable lingering of something between them.

so she settles for nodding and giving him a semi-smile. ]

You've got me. [ beat ] And Isaac and Lydia and everyone else here.

Yeah, yeah, of course. [He catches on to the reason behind the clarification and lets it slide off his back, smiling easily.] I'd say it's good we're all here, but it still seems strange to say that.