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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.

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[ He was going to drink the water and then walk out. Maybe he could find a monster in the chaos that had what he needed or maybe someone that he could kill without his conscious getting in the way. Just something other than attacking a kid that made him think of his daughter.

He didn't jump at her suddenly asking him that question; she had been looking him off and on after all - but he did take a minute to swallow water he didn't want and sigh. ]

I'm just tired.

[Claire leans a little on the table with her palms, continuing to watch him. Pausing in her reply just as long as he paused to reply to her. She isn't quite sure what she's sensing from him is tiredness, but she'll buy it for now, and keep an eye out for the chance it could be something else entirely.]

I know the feeling. [She huffs lightly, glancing away from him and to the various types of bread on the table in front of her.] Are you new?

[ He set the glass down, not wanting any more water even though he should finish it off at least. He was hungry and still hurting from where the sun had burned him and her leaning against the table in a way his instincts told him would make it easy to jump on was really getting to him.

At least he has had practice to keep his teeth from showing when he talked. ]

Yeah. Just got my tablet and told to mingle. You?

[Claire gets a sense of uneasiness at the way he looks at her for a moment there, which unconsciously makes her stand up straight. Sure, she isn't exactly intimidating at all, barely standing over five feet, but this is all instinct, not logic. All she knows is that she feels more secure this way.

Her eyes observe him curiously.] Same here. I'm uh, I'm Claire.

..Are you sure you're alright? You don't really.. I mean, no offense, but you look kinda.. Sick.

Sho.

[ He took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead, trying not to look, trying not to think. It was bad but he could get over this part, he knew he could. He just needed to think of something other than food. ]

None taken. I am. Sort of.

[A slight frown.] Oh.

[Have an awkward pause where she's debating asking if he needs help or just wishing him luck with that and moving along.]

Did you ask if there was.. Someone that could help you, here? [Compromise.]

[ He huffed softly, in a way that made it sound like a bitter laugh and then shrugged. They offered but he just couldn't. He didn't want to kill someone that was just trying to help. ]

What can help me is dangerous for the person that's willing to give it.

[That earns him a significant look.] Really.

[She spots a knife on the table but doesn't let her eyes linger there.] What does that mean?

It's a blood disease that requires a live blood transfusion.

[ He's talking off the top of his head here. What else could he tell someone since the Initiative had been so kind as to offer him blood bags the moment he had shown his teeth. They obviously had worked with vampires before even he wasn't like one of them.

He noticed how she looked uneasy and pressed his lips together for a moment. He probably was giving off a weird vibe and he really shouldn't linger. ]

Sorry. I should go.

[Confused-face. Claire hasn't been through the vampires are real part of the journey yet, so she sort of believes that what he says could be true. She chews nervously on her lower lip.]

Oh. Okay. Good luck with that..?

[Sorry, she doesn't trust anyone here. At all. Actually, zero. Zero trust. She won't take a chance to be kind and reveal herself to a guy giving her uneasy vibes.]

Yeah. Thanks.

[ He's trying not to sound dismissive, but he in serious need for blood and everyone was starting to smell like a meal. A brief nod and he is moving through the crowd, easily dodging around people and slipping through spaces that someone of his size shouldn't be able to. He just needed to get away before he did anything he could regret. ]

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