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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

[hungover]

They have shops, sure, but I haven't seen any bulk metals for sale. Is that sort of thing supposed to be common where you're from?

[At the question about whether he's a nobleman or not, he laughs and finished up his roll.]

Nothing noble about me, little lady. You can call me Haymitch.

[mistborn]

I'm not looking for bulk. Just flakes. Steel, iron, brass. [A small frown; she hasn't even considered there might not be other Allomancers here.]

I'm Vin. [She points at him with a greasy fingertip. She hasn't touched the utensils, though she occasionally glances at them with an unnerved expression.] You dress like a noble. [A pause, then a tiny, tiny smile.] You dress like a friend of mine. He liked to hit things.

[hungover]

What're you planning to do with flakes?

[That doesn't sound like enough to make any weapons or do any forging with. He doesn't mention her not touching the utensils (that's more Effie's department, anyway), and just cracks another smile.]

Can't say I hit a lot of things -- with my fists, at least.

[He's more of a knife guy.]

[mistborn]

You don't have Allomancers? [This surprises her enough that her eyes go wide and she stops putting little, picked at bits of food in her mouth. Surprising Vin enough that she stops eating is pretty impressive. A gold star goes to Haymitch.]

Oh. Do you like complicated philosophical questions?

[hungover]

My forte is confusing other people who think they like complicated philosophical discussions into doing what I want them to.

[So -- yes, more or less.]

[mistborn]

[She is confused. He wins this round.]

Oh. Well. You still remind me of an old friend, even if you don't hit things. Two friends, now. [She tips her head to the side.] You like wine, right?

[hungover]

When there isn't much else to drink that's free, sure.

[He just likes booze, okay.]

[mistborn]

At least you can't make me get it for you.

So that's it? We're just here to fight their war? [She abandons her food completely, and now crouches on the edge of her chair, eyes darting around the room full of strangers. She's supremely uncomfortable in the crowd, and it's starting to become very transparent.]

[hungover]

[Haymitch sees this, and because he's got an actual interest in this girl -- he stands up with his mostly-empty glass and starts heading over to the drinks table, which is considerably less populated than the part of the room they're in, as he speaks.]

That's the story.

[mistborn]

[She lingers behind for a minute, not sure she wants to follow, or if it's even safe to follow. Then she bounds after him, settling into an odd, loping gait to keep pace.]

Can we go home? Or do they keep us here against our will?

[hungover]

I think it's a mix of their wanting to keep us here, and more than likely their inability to be able to send us back.

[He fills up his drink and turns to her, raising a brow. Does she want some?]

[mistborn]

Oh. [She is very unhappy about this, and that one word conveys a surprising amount of that unhappiness.

A moment passes. Then she nods, picking up a cup of her own and holding it out.]

If we're stuck here, I really will need that metal. Are there jobs? I can work. [She'd rather run a heist or two. Or pick pockets.]

[hungover]

[He goes about filling the glass. It takes a little while since he's actually being careful not to slop it around, but he does hand it back to her eventually.]

They give you some money to live off, but if you're going to need more than that -- yeah, I'm sure you could find a place to work.

[mistborn]

[A shake of her head. She's lived on less than nothing.]

I don't. But I need to buy my metals. [She sighs quietly.] Do you think anyone here can mix alloys?

[hungover]

I think there's a lot of people here who do things that nobody expects.

You could always ask over the communicators. That book-type thing they gave you when you got here? Use that.

[mistborn]

[She nods.]

I will. Thank you, Haymitch. Your help has... [Vin is so bad with words.] Been helpful. And the wine. [She take a small sip.] It's very good.

[hungover]

[Wow, almost as eloquent as Katniss.]

I'm sure we'll see each other around.