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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

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[holmesisnowhere]

Sherlock looks down. And down a bit more, his blue-grey eyes finding the rather small fellow with a look of undisguised interest. The scent of flour rises off of him, and Sherlock recognizes the Initiative clothing almost immediately, having seen it draped over other people. Unfashionable stuff, in Sherlock's opinion. The tall man sets his tea down for what feels like the tenth or twentieth time, saying nothing while the young man gives his opening lines.

"It was a gift," he replies lightly, his own voice a quiet baritone touched with what is unmistakably an English accent. From who, he won't say, but he's not taken it off or even gone to tuck it in his pocket since he's arrived. "And yes, I brought it with me."

Sherlock takes a step closer, inhaling slowly to get the scent of what exactly this fellow has been baking recently.

"Can I help you?" he asks, a little tiredly.

no worries!

[moralperil]

"What a nice gift! You're lucky. Someone wanted you to be warm when it was cold." Mahdi's warmth is of the nearly unbelievably sincere variety: he's genuinely touched by the scenario he's imagined, someone giving this tall British guy a scarf because it might be cold. The thought of it inspires him, brings him genuine joy.

Mahdi seems a bit confused when Sherlock asks him if he can help, and he blinks a moment as he lets his mind catch up to the situation. "No, I'm fine. I guess the scarf's kind of a weird thing to ask about, but I'm not really used to so much weather and I get cold, and it just sort of came to me like, oh yeah, I could use a scarf like that!" He shrugs, and then looks a bit embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I should be asking you if I can help you! I've been here since August! Do you have any questions about this place?"

Aside from the smell of flour, there were notes of vanilla, chocolate and brown sugar. He'd been making cookies before he arrived.