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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

[firstroar]

[Scathach.

his expression faintly strains. he can't find the link in the haze. it's so frustrating.

but it's not her fault. he seems to retreat inwardly in that, gaze flickering away again.]

I apologize. I'm...sorry. [his head lifts in a nod, starting to shift in place to move.] There is much to deal with here as-is.

[symmachy]

[He's disappointed, she can tell. But it really isn't her problem, she decides.

The conversation is moving on, and she doesn't miss a beat.]

Indeed. Have you just arrived as well?

[firstroar]

[his head shakes once, slow.]

Not with this group. It was... [...uh. how long ago?] Not very long ago. I am still trying to understand this place. Its people.

[symmachy]

[She nods, also slowly. Scatty still doesn't buy everything she's been told, no matter how much the environment supports it.]

What do you know so far?

[firstroar]

Not enough, I'm afraid. [frowning.] But we are to be soldiers in a crusade to alter this world's past. They hope... [his face scrunches up at this, still disbelieving.] Believe doing so will mold this place here in the present.

[symmachy]

[Her expression darkens at that.]

Changing the past never works out. It's basically impossible.