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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.

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I'll be okay! It's not that cold, and like Alto says, I'm tougher than I look!

But you know, maybe you should worry about that too. Are you new? It would be horrible to just get here and get sick!

[An inevitability, once withdrawal sets in.]

Um, yeah. I just got here. But...

[ She cocks her head. ]

But?

I don't really, um... know where I'm supposed to go...

[Short term memory loss: it's a bitch.]

Oh! Well, she usually tells people they can to go the bank to pick up their first allowance and after that they should go to the apartments. Actually, I guess the order doesn't matter...but it's usually that.

Right, yeah, I knew that... Um, how do I know which one's mine?

It's written on your key! Don't worry, I forgot a lot of times, but that's an easy way to remember.

[Right. The key. He has that already, doesn't he. He searches around in his pockets for a second, then pulls it out.]

Where's... 409?

Eh...really?

Yeah. Why?

Well, that's the same apartment as me!

Edited 2012-09-26 05:24 (UTC)

What - seriously?

Really! [ she recovers after a second, and positivity get ] Well, then I guess you could say you got lucky, since I can show you the exact way!

[He'd been afraid of seeing his apartment earlier. The whole idea of confronting this new life seemed terrifying. But if this kid lives there and is so damn happy about it? Maybe it's not so bad.]

Yeah, okay. That'd be awesome.

Okay!

[ And she turns and takes a few steps before stopping and turning back around. ]

Sorry, that was the wrong direction...

[ She wasn't looking very closely okay. ]

Edited 2012-09-26 15:05 (UTC)

[Wow, she... almost got a smile out of him. A miracle, considering his mood. But he'll follow her wherever she leads, even if it's to the wrong place.]

[ SHE'LL LEAD HIM TO THE RIGHT PLACE OKAY there might just be one or two wrong turns that she can hope he doesn't notice. ]

Oh, I forgot to say! My name's Ranka Lee, it's nice to meet you.

[He won't really notice. It's all new to him.]

Jesse. Jesse Pinkman. It's nice to meet you, Ranka. Am I saying that right?

Mm, Ranka! [ reiterating anyway ] Don't worry, Mr Pinkman, we're not too far now.

Just Jesse is fine. We're gonna be roommates, you know. Don't gotta be all formal.

Okay, then Jesse! Aaaand here it is.

[ She makes a big ta-da sort of gesture at the building, though it doesn't actually look any less rundown than the rest of the city. ]

[Jesse takes a moment to look up at the building. His dread returns momentarily. It's not that this is the worst place he's ever been - because it isn't, by a long shot - but there's something terrible about knowing this is where he's going to be from now on. With no choice. No alternative. Nowhere to run.

He shivers unconsciously and edges closer to Ranka.]

That's cool. Yeah, uh... Can't wait to see inside.

[ She grimaces a little in sympathy. ]

It's not that great, but...a roof over our heads is a roof, right? Or something.

[ And without really thinking about it, she'll make to take him by the wrist and pull him inside with her - fairly gently, as a girl her size can be even when they're not trying to be ]

Yeah...

[He goes along with her, entirely unbothered. This is apparently a world where teenage girls drag Jesse around like a puppy on a leash. He can live with that. The task isn't difficult, either, given that he's way too skinny. Meth addict skinny.]

Do they just put all of us in this building? How many are there?

Mm, everyone! As for how many, I don't really know. [ Dragdragdrag ] But there are a lot of us here.

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