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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

[onemoredeath]

[ Takegami likes jewelry - both ears are pierced, the left all the way up to tip and the right only with two loops. His hands also were covered in rings, the forms looking as if they were organically grown over his fingers and then pieces were chipped away. He even had a choker around his neck with thick silver beads spaced between what looked like teeth made from silver. He also was watching her as she looked, the frown turning into a kind of tired smile.

New people certainly had their quirks. ]

They were musicians. I do not think that we had keepers on Earth.

[mistborn]

[She takes in the jewelry, but decides it lacks the austere usefulness of Sazed's own. There are also a handful of metals she suspects aren't Feruchemically useful, which would make them dangerous to wear. So she agrees with his assessment and deflates a bit.]

No. Probably not. [There's a bit of loneliness in her voice, and a hint of fear - she has finally realized how alone she is.] What kind of musicians?

[onemoredeath]

Please. Don't despair here. You may not have people you know here, but you are not alone in feeling lost. Others will help you here.

[ He wasn't sure if she would heed his words, but he did know that she would be a bother if she fell to feelings of loneliness. ]

He played a tuba in an orchestra and she taught music to children. I can sing and play the piano.

[mistborn]

[She doesn't react outwardly, realizing he's picking up on her emotions, body language, something. A neutral but polite expression slides across her face.]

I'll be alright. What's a tuba?

[onemoredeath]

[ Body language, mainly. He wasn't gifted like a lot of the Transports but he could read a person's body and voice as easily as others read road signs. It just came to him. ]

A type of brass instrument.

[mistborn]

Brass? [She perks up slightly, but takes careful stock of her feelings; she suspects he's a Soother.] Your parents were Allomancers?

[onemoredeath]

I do not know what an Allomancer is. Is that a kind of person who works with metals?

[mistborn]

Something like that. [She sighs quietly and gives him a tiny smile.] Thank you for taking the time to talk with me.

[onemoredeath]

[ More new words. Takegami finished his apple and nodded, making a mental note to find out more. But since she seemed willing to stop talking for now, he decided to leave things as is. ]

It is fine. I have been here since the second group of Transports came. If you have any questions about this world, do not hesitate to ask. You can find me in 210 or ask for Teijirou Takegami over the Network.