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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

[strategic_guile]

"I'm sure we can find someone," he said with a laugh. "I don't think I want to try out my sewing skills on anything but scrap at first." He was good with his hands, but sewing never really figured into the skill set he needed. He could hide a tear or pin it together as a temporary fix if he was on a job. Better yet, he could just go out and buy a new pair of whatever it was and make due until he got them tailored.

"But it's always raining here. I'd lay around all the time and get fat. You don't want me to get fat, do you?" Sticks out his lip. Besides, with the little bit of money they gave him, he wouldn't be able to eat enough to get fat. He'd start losing weight, and since it'd be mostly muscle he wouldn't be pleased with that idea either.

[whatsupcroc]

"I don't know... a little love handles on a guy never hurt anything in my opinion." Her brother had been mildly obsessed with the idea he was forming any ever since he'd slimmed down in his mid-teens, and she'd never quite forgotten how that had amused her child-self. She grinned up at Blaine, laughing lightly. "I think you look fine just the way you are."

Healthy looking was a good look on him. It wasn't one every living person in Exsilium could boast.

"I've got some shopping that I need to do, but I don't want to drag you all around while I'm doing that when you probably'd like to get inside and warm up. Have you found the apartments yet? I can point you that way. The key you have should have your apartment number on it."

[strategic_guile]

"Yeah, you're trying to fatten me up. I see your ploy," he said, giving her a 'I see what you did there' face. Of course he was fine the way he was. It took a lot of work, damnit. He wasn't going to slack off on his regiment here. He could and would do it in his room, and if the little spiel was anything to go by, he was going to have plenty of time to train. Hell, he might get bigger if he ate enough...

"I should probably go and see what people I'm going to be harassing during my stay here. I got a vague direction towards the apartment." He smiled at her and held out a hand. "Thank you for the brief tour, Señorita Collette."

[whatsupcroc]

"De nada, Señor Blaine!" She waved him off, glad to have met another interesting person here despite the circumstances of why they were meeting in the first place. Now, what had been on her shopping list...