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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

[handsomejack]

[Oh. Concerned, naive looking teenager. This should be fun]

Oh, what, this?

[He brushes over his blood soaked shirt]

Let's just say I'm better than I was twenty minutes ago.

[sunstrokes]

[ yeah, that sounded like 'okay' to him. Tidus straightens up his posture, tilting his head. ]

Yeesh. They didn't give you a change of clothes or anything?

[ The thought does occur that it may not necessarily be his blood - in which case, this guy's either a butcher or someone he shouldn't piss off. ]

[handsomejack]

Yeah, right?? You'd think they would.

[And if they did, he hardly called whatever they offered him "clothes". He shrugs it off]

Ah well. Not that the food doesn't look appetizing, but I'd happily leave the next chance I get to take a hot shower.

[He makes eye contact with the kid-- if he didn't notice before, he'd probably notice now the one blue and one green eye from this curious man. He smirked slightly.]

So... uh. What's with the J-Pop wetdream look you got going on?

[He wasn't going to mention the fact that anyone wearing something resembling overalls past the age of 6 should seriously reconsider their life choices...]

[sunstrokes]

[ rude, this is his super cool blitzing uniform!! He cocks his head at that, clearly having no idea what he's talking about - except that it's definitely not a compliment, which is enough to ruffle Tidus' feathers a little bit. The people in Spira never gave him this much sass on his outfit. (To his face, anyway...) ]

Well, excuse me. [ sarcasm. He plants his hands on his hips. ] I'm not exactly from around here. This is normal where I'm from. You're the one drenched in blood here.

[handsomejack]

[He laughs]

Relax, kiddo. Grow a sense of humor, no one likes a buzz kill. I know red's not my color.

[sunstrokes]

[ Buzzkill? Me? No way. ]

You never seen a blitzball player before or something?

[handsomejack]

Nope. Never in my life. Couldn't even tell ya what blitzball is.

[ he eyes the kid a moment ]

Is, uh... That what you're supposed to be?

[sunstrokes]

[ Aw, man, they didn't know what blitzball was here? It made sense, considering this was supposedly an entire different world, but still. The disappointment is clearly visible on Tidus' face. Yes, he's emotional about his sports. ]

Uh, yeah. [ he almost derails into his usual 'star player of the Zanarkand Abes' phrase, but it seems kind of pathetic now - not to mention twice as pointless, considering he didn't even know the sport. ] There must not be much to do for fun around here if you don't even have blitzball. Harsh.

[handsomejack]

Hey, now, I'm sure there's something real great that people do for fun here, but I'm as new as you are so I couldn't tell you what it is.

[He shook his head]

Besides, I think we're going to have a different opinions on what fun is.

[sunstrokes]

[ that doesn't sound suspicious... But he just shrugs, scratching his head and replying in a sarcastic voice. ] Yeah... real great fun here. Like 'fighting-for-your-life-all-day' fun. That's not fun.

[ don't complain too much - you were dead a second ago. ] Not a sports fan?

[handsomejack]

[He shrugs] I can find the joy in about any sport, but it's the gambling part that interests me the most.

[sunstrokes]

Oooh, I gotcha. You're one of those guys. [ ... he looks down at the blood on this guy's shirt again, grimacing a bit. ] I hope you're lucky.

[handsomejack]

I'm alive, aren't I?

[He grins]

[sunstrokes]

Yeah, and stuck in a warzone. [ beat. ] But point taken.