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[initiates]

Date & Time: Sept 23rd, 2012.
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings.
Warnings: None.

You've just been hustled and bustled through mazes of information and literal, wide corridors of the Initiative Hold and you've been equipped with your weapon—be it a gun, a sword, or even your existing powers. They've handed you this light netbook and a small pouch of coins (or a debit card, if you're more inclined), and there are several Transports before and after you going through the very same motions. You can hear the Greeter's voice as she walks alongside large groups, telling them all about the history of this place and sharing with you your purpose here in a hurried and urgent tone. "This isn't standard," she's saying, walking perhaps faster than most of the people she's dragging around. "We don't normally have so many Transports at once. Please, let me show you into the courtyard."

You pass what looks like huge gymnasiums, all with dummies and targets strewn and splayed around the room. Training areas. There are even classrooms, and a few small offices. You're rushed past a large library while the Greeter informs you that you can find almost all your information there, if you've got the time to look—and trust her, you'll have time. You don't spend a lot of time in the bank, and it's a bit of a blur of exchanges with more and more of these strangely-accented and oddly polite-seeming members of the Initiative.

Soon enough, you're in a massive courtyard bustling with all the other Transports. It's not exactly what you'd expect, and it looks more like barracks than anything—huge walls of concrete and stone, separating you from all of the hallways you'd just passed through. It's raining heavily, and dark clouds loom in the air. It's a chill cold, and there are shelters—long cloth hangings that extend from the walls of concrete to house you from the rain, but not enough. Most notably, the courtyard is filled with a marketplace. Even in the cold and the rain, there are several citizens seated at their covered booths and tables. They're selling all manner of their own handmade goods and foods, and citizens and Transports alike are traveling from one small covered shop to another in search of all manner of necessities.

The Greeter's voice has become so faint now, but you swear you can make it out in the back of the crowds as she tells you, "Good luck. Be safe!"

Her voice is drowned out by the busy marketplace, though even the transactions taking place are somewhat subdued. Nobody is overly happy, really, though most citizens can be found with smiles on their faces. It doesn't seem like they're that shocked to see you, either; even if you're not bound in tattered rags and wrapped in heavy shawls as they are. You're welcome to walk up to a shop, and find yourself something to eat—hey, maybe you'll even find something akin to a raincoat. Or, you can join the others under the coverings against the walls. Where am I? What war? She was talking so fast, and it didn't all make very much sense… did anyone else catch it all?

Welcome to the courtyard. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.

Comments

[flagrate]

[ it takes a moment for ace to register that someone's talking to him. when he does, he looks up at winry, blinking as he processes what she said. ]

Y-Yeah, I think I'm okay.

[ carefully, he pushes himself up so he's standing. with one hand he rubs the back of his head sheepishly and the other white knuckles the pipe. he forces a smile and a small laugh. he doesn't really want to have to deal with people right now, at least he doesn't think he does. everything's all jumbled up in his head and he's still having trouble with the thought that he was dying a few minutes ago, but now he's here with a burn scar on his chest and a matching one on his back.

no matter what it is he ends up wanting to do, he figures being impolite and sitting in the middle of everything after his attention has been called to the flub would be a bad thing. so he keeps talking. ]

Aah, you're right, this isn't a good place to sit. I'm sorry about that. I'm just a little... disoriented.

[getwrenched]

[ That's some pretty impressive scarring. She's more concerned watching how he stands, and that he seems steady once he's on his feet. If this is disorientating because of what they've been through being pulled into this farce, that's one thing. If it's something else, she should probably help find a doctor. ]

It's fine, I think we all are. Does anything hurt?

[ She glances around briefly, hoping to see someone she'll recognize as a doctor. Hey, she figures she can yell out for one if nothing else. One of the people here might be able to help. ]

I don't think the rain's stopping anytime soon. The housing they've provided is close-by, for someplace dry to try and think in.

[flagrate]

No, I'm not hurt. Surprisingly.

[ he frowns a little in thought as he thinks over the long spiel the woman gave him when he got pulled here. ]

The housing... Everyone there has roommates, right?

[ roommates to him is half a dozen people bunking in a room on a ship, learning to deal with snoring and the rocking from the waves. even before he lived life on the sea, he's never had a room to himself. so the idea of going somewhere with strange new people to think isn't exactly pleasant. ]

[getwrenched]

[ She sighs in relief, hardly aware of the fact she was sighing. Winry nods in answer to his question, holding up three fingers as she replies. ]

Three in total, one to a room. I was surprised by how big the housing units are. It's way more than anyone needs, especially just to live in.

[ Such a waste. ]

[flagrate]

[ someone is surprised. not just by the rooms, but by the idea of having lots of open space. ]

We get our own rooms? [ and suddenly he feels more at ease. ] Ah, would you mind pointing me in the direction of the housing buildings?

[getwrenched]

Ah, it seemed that way. I haven't heard anything about having in-room roommates.

[ Which would be a terrible thing for Winry to have if this situation is even slightly more than short term. ]

It's one building actually. Probably one of the taller ones here. More than six or seven stories, I've never seen something so tall.

[ At least not any housing complex that went up so high. It was disturbing and different from the cities she's used to. ]

If you head back this way and turn left after the brick building, you'll find it there on the left a block or so down.

[flagrate]

[ a tall building and a room to himself. ace probably couldn't ask for anything better right then. it seems like the perfect place to sort through all the information he got from the woman, and everything that happened just prior to that. ]

Thank you, miss. [ his hand instinctively goes to tip a hat that's not there, so he gives her a little half-bow instead. ] I'm sorry to have been trouble.

[getwrenched]

[ She smiles, hoping she doesn't look quite as perplexed as she feels. She's managed to help him out, which she counts as being fairly good for a day with this much confusion. Sometimes all a person needed was a little direction. ]

You're welcome, mister. Take care of yourself!

[ She waves, moving again only to pause some few steps away, glancing back surreptitiously to make sure he was going to be all right on his own. ]