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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

[slingshots]

[ She shrugs, and, because cramming your face is a good way to look more natural, takes another bite of apple herself. Aw yeah, check this perfect nonchalance. She's kinda proud of it. ]

Dunno, still working it out. [ NEVER TAKING IT OFF, GOING TO CLING TO THIS IDENTITY SO HARD. ] You figure you'll wear that shirt the whole time?

[lovesgod]

[Something about this is obviously funny, because the corner of Lucifer's mouth starts creeping up in a little smirk. Yes, he'll probably be wearing this skin the whole time. Nick's a handy guy to have around, as long as his body remains sturdy. And right now, for some reason this travel seems to have made it very sturdy for him indeed. He manages not to laugh, though, instead picking at the cotton for a moment. He hasn't considered clothes.]

Maybe. I guess it depends. If there are any other clothes for sale and they look cool, I might consider changing into something else. But I like this shirt. It suits me. I figured it was a little difficult, as you look like some kind of superhero with a mysterious identity and I'm just a regular guy.

[Well....not quite. But something along those lines.]

[slingshots]

[ Okay, so that was meant as a kind-of joke, but it wasn't smirk-worthy. Unless this guy just has one hell of a way of expressing amusement. ]

Yeah, well, I heard this is the future. They probably got pretty good shirt selections. In case you wanted one as ace as mine.

[lovesgod]

Do you think I could just have an identical costume? It's always been my dream to be a superhero.

[slingshots]

[ Superhero. Is that really what she looks like? The thought is kind of... pleasing. ]

Sure. Figure we'd make a real pretty pair. [ She eyes him a few seconds longer, then sticks out a green-gloved hand. ] You got my name. What's yours?

[lovesgod]

I'm Lucifer.

[He shakes the aforementioned hand. His skin is a few degrees above average human temperature. It's not a clammy kind of warm, though - just is.]

We could fight crime together.

[slingshots]

[ The name gets a blink, but she's at least unfazed enough to see the handshake through. So... he's definitely a weird one. ]

With a guy what goes by Lucifer? Dunno. Could be bad PR.

[lovesgod]

Well, I do have a lot of other names that I could use, I guess, but Lucifer's really my favorite. I've had it all my life, you know? I'm kind of attached at this point. And plus, it actually means 'morning star' or 'guiding light' when loosely translated, so I don't really know if I'm ready to give it up yet.

I'm not good at PR, I guess.

[slingshots]

[ Well, at least he's dedicated to his craft. Like the kids at school that dress in all black and claim something shocking with a carefully casual air — only he's done a little more of his homework, maybe. She cocks her head, considering it for a while... ]

...Yeah, still gotta say no, sorry. Maybe try a namechange and my people'll call yours.

[lovesgod]

Oh, well. I guess sometimes it doesn't always go your way, you know?

[slingshots]

[ Wait, hang on. That gets a slightly wary pause, because is he talking about his way, or her way here? She'd worry about being overly paranoid... if the guy hadn't introduced himself as Lucifer. ]

Yeah, guess not. [ This seems like a pretty good time to begin sidestepping to edge out of the conversation. ] Good luck on the costume front, spud.

[lovesgod]

Thanks. You just watch, you're never gonna be able to tell it was me when I find the perfect costume.