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[initiates]

Date & Time: Oct. 24th
Location: The Initiative Hold
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been led to a banquet room within the Hold.
Warnings: None.

NOTE: This takes place during this plot, though the plot log will not be posted until tomorrow. The Transports already in game have returned from their mission to find the island overrun with monsters. The log is set within the safety of the Initiative Hold, however, so while characters will be aware of what is going on outside, they can otherwise go about their business as usual if they choose.

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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. She looks worse for wear, pale and gaunt, though is putting a great deal of effort into maintaining her energy and professionalism for the new Transports. "I am truly sorry that you came at such a bad time. That wasn't intentional, I assure you."

She leads the way through the Initiative Hold. The walls bear the occasional claw mark as a sign of the misfortune that has plagued the island, but it hardly seems deserted anymore due to the other Transports recently returning from their mission. After turning several corners, you arrive in a large room that has been transformed into a makeshift banquet hall. The food presented is perhaps not as luxurious or bountiful as one would hope, but it is certainly enough to go around, and isn't inedible by any means.

"We wanted to try and make this up to you," she explains. "It's meagre, but we did not have much time to prepare." There are a number of Transports already present, some looking over the long banquet table, others seated throughout the room at large, round tables meant to each seat eight people. The mood is grim, despite the Initiative's efforts to raise morale.

Before the Greeter turns to leave, she is reminding you that it will be perfectly safe to explore the Hold, the courtyard, the housing building, and even a several block radius around it. "Hopefully things will be back to normal soon."

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

Comments

[motherofnemesis]

"Earth." Thoughtful, attention beginning to drift. "I'm quite human."

[deservinghell]

Not that I can name offhand. But you shouldn't have a problem finding out through the grapevine. [He slides the folded tablet out of his jacket and taps the screen as he sets it down on the table in front of him.] Have you used one of these yet?

[nonedible]

"Earth. That's this place, yes? Does your Earth look like this one?" She's filled with many questions and the only way to get her to stop is tell her another time and then quickly flee.

[motherofnemesis]

[ She swings her attention to him, cultivates a little further her expression of confusion and extends her senses, looks for his purpose. ]

We do all seem a little lost. What about you?

[lordofthevalley]

If it's one thing he recognizes rather quickly it's when a young man wants to scoot away after doing something, so naturally his first instinct is to try and grab his arm or the back of his shirt. It's habit, two troublesome sons and such and well yes...

"Are you alright?" It's quick and he turns to look the young man over after that. Really being bumped into hadn't done anything, thankfully his hands had been empty at the time.

[f_u_wesker]

"Nice to meet you Elrond. I've been here about a month, got here with the last group of Transports."

She gave his hand a firm shake before releasing it, biting into the apple. Alice at least had the thought to raise her hand to hide her mouth as she chewed though, not wanting to seem rude but... Hey, six years after the apocalypse, you don't really think about manners so she's catching back on here.

"You got the whole spiel about Exsilium and the Initiative right?"

[foolish_seal]

[From the looks of things, it's none too special, but food was food, and he hasn't eaten since... well, the morning he was taken.]

Sweet. Thanks for showing me.

[Don't mind him as he makes his way over. Fooood~]

[vaudevil]

Lee nonchalantly arrived to take his place among the crowd but most likely he's interested in information. He had a brief of what had taken place and the information was just too much to take in at one time. The reality that he was a Transport hasn't quite sunk in yet.

It was a sobering experience. One minute he was looking at trying to break into the Zaibatsu, the next he was talking to some woman in strange robes in what looked like a room meant for a rave gone wrong. He removed his helmet and placed it on the table next to him. Part of infiltration was looking the part even though his training was far too different than a standard soldier.

His body armor suggested that he was in a few battles before he arrived. Bullets lodged in the Kevlar reflected the light on some places, burns and scuff marks in others yet the only weapon he had on his hip was a rapier. It didn't seem all that sturdy to go up against an army and yet he seemed to have succeeded.

Purusing the various foods, he picked at a few things to see if it would move. Thankfully nothing took off on feet so he decided to give it a try anyway. "Ah, it seems I have arrived at this little gathering fashionably late. My apologies, but if there is something that needs done, should we be out there instead of in here? I would like to offer my assistance first than be corralled here with the possibility of dying by a massive bomb. Wars are never easy." He sighed with a shrug to his shoulders.

[grayatonement]

Sylar has never been one for social banter when he's feeling threatened, but it's worse now somehow. Though surprisingly used to waking up in unknown places and being completely pulled out of his element and thrown into chaos, this is different somehow. And not special. Just different.

The killer runs a hand through his hair. There's still some blood on the back of his head, but the wound has healed and the knife is tucked in his pocket. He's not fond of tangible weapons, but he doesn't trust his powers in this place, especially with the eclipse all too recent in his mind, and a knife certainly can't hurt him any. Even with the new gloves that they told him are 'sentient,' whatever that means when it comes to clothing.

Still, he can feel them in him. His powers. The gnawing desire at the back of his mind to learn more, the silent hum that brings him comfort in knowing that they are at his beckoned call. He looks down to his hand and flexes his fingers. One blue bolt of electricity appears to dance from his fingertip down to his wrist. Then he drops his hand and looks up and around.

Well, it could be so much worse. Maybe this won't be so bad. After all, he can feel the other powers here. Other people to explore, to understand. To cut open and poke around inside. To see how they work.

[wolfmd]

[Isaac is lost and wandering. There are so many people and so many smells. Everything is new and nothing is familiar but--

He catches a faint hint of blood. That catches his attention. Blood means someone is hurt, and he can do something about it. He has to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths to get a better idea of where the scent is strongest but once he starts getting closer it's easier and he can home in on the source.

Isaac looks the part of a young doctor, in scrubs and with a stethoscope around his neck. The glasses obscure his eyes just enough, but his smile is warm, if a touch confused. He doesn't show his teeth, and the braid is loose enough to cover the top of his ears, in spite of being neat.

But he can smell blood, and not really see it, so that confuses him. So he resolves to just make contact first. He'll figure out the source later.]

Hello. Mind if I sit?

[alittlesweptup]

[He pats her hand -- not coddling, not coddling, not... oh screw it.]

Sure thing, sweetheart. You need anything: just say the word.

[So okay, he's totally coddling. Anyone who has a problem with it can bite him, thanks much.]

[wolfmd]

Isaac is out of his depth. He hasn't even begun to process what he's been told, but he's been kidnapped. He knows that much. The smells and sounds are too new, too strange, to be anything else. His phone doesn't work. It's hard to keep down the feelings of rising panic, but at the same time the food calls to him.

Whatever else happens, he needs to eat. He needs to keep his strength up or the consequences won't be much fun. He's already a little underweight from the long hours he works, so he heads towards the food.

But he's jumpy, and can't help turning his head towards unexpected sounds or smells. It probably makes him look panicked, or paranoid, and he knows he can't make too much of a scene. So he takes off his glasses and cleans the lenses-fake, though they look convincing enough--while he tries to take some deep breaths. It doesn't really help.

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Take a break from fighting the monsters, Shirou insists. It'll do some good for her spirit, he promises. These are the thoughts that have caused her to wander amongst the newcomers. While they pay her little attention in general (her petite size and armor makes her appear more boyish than anything), she gives them full attention in return.

Was she looking for someone in particular? Her gaze seems to focus more on those armored and with physical weapons on their person, so it's only a matter of time before she notices Merlin. ]

You there, boy. [ Yes, boy. Her accent may be familiar enough from the world he left behind, but she has a certain regale air about her. ] Are you prepared to fight?

[bloodyantivan]

Oh, it entirely possible they do not care if we die on the battlefield, but that is for us to decide in the end, no?

I am Antivan. My name is Zevran Arainai, Zev to my friends. [Zevran gives a slight nod, almost a bow, if not quite.]

And you are from... Tevinter?

[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran is interested in her, mostly because he thinks she's gorgeous, and he makes it somewhat a habit to talk to pretty women (and men) who seem as if they could be interesting. Of course he's wary, of course he's watching her, and he does wonder at her purpose here as he wonders about anyone's, but it is far from a malicious thing.]

I try not to seem lost even when I am. [A charming smile.] I have been here slightly over a month's time, and I've gained the understanding that the Initiate wishes me to fight its battles for them and doesn't care if I die. Which as a situation is not all that unfamiliar, so, I would say I am somewhat less lost.

no worries!

[moralperil]

"What a nice gift! You're lucky. Someone wanted you to be warm when it was cold." Mahdi's warmth is of the nearly unbelievably sincere variety: he's genuinely touched by the scenario he's imagined, someone giving this tall British guy a scarf because it might be cold. The thought of it inspires him, brings him genuine joy.

Mahdi seems a bit confused when Sherlock asks him if he can help, and he blinks a moment as he lets his mind catch up to the situation. "No, I'm fine. I guess the scarf's kind of a weird thing to ask about, but I'm not really used to so much weather and I get cold, and it just sort of came to me like, oh yeah, I could use a scarf like that!" He shrugs, and then looks a bit embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I should be asking you if I can help you! I've been here since August! Do you have any questions about this place?"

Aside from the smell of flour, there were notes of vanilla, chocolate and brown sugar. He'd been making cookies before he arrived.

[moralperil]

Merlin. [Why does he feel like he's heard that name before. Hm. Oh well! Mahdi gives his hand a firm but not violent shake.] That's a really pretty name! It's nice to meet you, Merlin. I'm Mahdi.

[imperfect]

[It was a pretty feeble protest at best, but given how quickly Ed wheels round in response to it, it might as well have been a screaming fit. A little of the beer splashes over the side of the pitcher.] How young do I look? I'm eighteen! [And taller than he used to be! Although that isn't saying much...

With this scowl on his face, he looks even less sympathetic to the man's plight than he did before.]

Anyway, you weren't talking about the coma itself. You were talking about waking up.

[betterinthedark]

[ At first, Blazenova was just about ready to ignore the man's prodding of her and be done with it. (She knew her hair was red, though, but herself? She wasn't exactly pink.)

Though, it's with his insistence that she'll roll her eyes and stand upright. Okay, now you have her attention. ]

You want me to talk? Fine.

Tell me, then, human - are there any others from Azeroth here, or at least people that look like me?

[birdhousesoul]

Oh, that? No apology necessary. I'm rather used to it, really -- not from here, but from home. People see a mage free, without a Templar minder or a Tranquil brand, and they're like to go for their weapon. Unless they need something.

[The smile has been wholly swallowed by the bitter narrow-eyed expression that comes over Anders' face whenever he talks about mage oppression. Talks rather than shouts. The shouty look, now, that'll be a whole different look.]

You haven't got anything against mages, have you?

[In his flight of SUDDEN MAGE RAMBLING, Anders has forgotten to give Merlin his name. HI MY NAME IS ANDERS AND I'M A MAGE.]

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Plain is good. She can do plain. ] Yes, there is one beyond this sanctuary. Many of the men who have been out there are weary after fighting for a while. Will you relieve them by joining the fight?

[ex_cashcow493]

How fortunate we are to have one as eager as you.

[ Realizing quickly after that she's doing that thing she does (intimidation and leading when she should not be), the girl shifts her weight a bit in her nervousness. ]

If you wish to, that is. I often forget that many when they arrive are caught in the moment.

[crymoore]

Ah, it is a mixture of flour, shortening, and water or milk or flour and stock, which is then formed into a ball or rolled out flat to be served along with chicken and the brother with comes with it.

[ Unfortunately, Jaina's not much of a chef so she can't really get much more descriptive than that. ]

[mistborn]

[When he reaches into his jacket, she moves swiftly, drawing her feet under her and crouching on the seat of her chair. Her fingers alight on the table as a small frown tugs at her lips; her balance is off without her pewter. She doesn't relax when he places the screen on the table, but she peers at it with curiosity.]

No. They showed me. It's like a book, but with only one page. [A dismissive sniff. She begins picking at her food again, popping a grape into her mouth. Obvious pleasure lightens her suspicious expression.] It seemed useless.

[combats]

[ He nods, a little amused at the whole explanation of months. ]

So you've been here for about four months. That is quite a while.

I hope they have treated you kindly.