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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

[ghostling]

The strange, horned kid's sudden change in pitch caused Ghost to jump. "Um...yeah." She carefully attempted to extract herself from Gamzee's grasp so she could flee. To say she was uncomfortable at this point was an understatement.

[honkalypse]

He let go when she tried to get free but leaned in to whisper. "Be motherfucking careful, color sister. They'll steal yours too. MOTHERFUCKING LOCK YOU UP AND BE ALL TAKING IT."

For him and his memories, it made sense. He'd been locked up, and slowly everything he loved had been taken, one by one. Even the decorations had been cleaned off the white, white walls. Hence his fear of the same thing happening again.

[ghostling]

Ghost gave a slow nod. Her uneasy smile, thankfully, hidden beneath her mask. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you."

[honkalypse]

With that warning imparted and without much chance of getting up close and personal with the colors again--Not just yet. Didn't want to be making her uncomfortable and take them away-- Gamzee nodded back and turned to let his attention wander.

The smile fell a bit and the lost look returned as he turned away.