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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

[livinuptothename]

Uh. 1988.

[ The same year on his headstone, but of course, he wouldn't know that. He's getting just a little freaked out by her urgency.]

Why?

[slingshots]

[ Then this... this isn't her Jason Todd the dead one. He wouldn't even have been born in 1988, let alone this old. She breathes a quiet sigh of relief, chalking this up to one of those alternate Gothams, like the redhead she'd met earlier.

This one isn't The One That Dies. Her smiles seeps back again, verging on excited. ]

Cuz we got a couple Gothams running around here, and one way to keep 'em straight's via year. [ She holds out a gloved hand to shake. ] Robin from 2030. Nice to meetcha.

[livinuptothename]

[He grins, more of a Jason smile than a Robin one, and shakes her hand. Yeah, okay, different dimensions, whatever, but she's a Robin. It probably shouldn't make him feel as close to home as it does.]

No shit? Gotta few Titans running around here, but none of them from my time line.

So hey. Is B still..?

[ Okay, yeah, he knows it's not likely and she might not even know who he's talking about, but. It's Bruce. He has to ask.]

[slingshots]

[ Titans? That... must be another thing not from her Gotham. She'll ask about it later. For now? She casts a quick glance around, and shoots him a smirk that says yeah, he's definitely still. ]

B still wouldn't want us talking out here where any ear can catch it, for one. [ She grabs for his wrist (omg omg going to touch Jason Todd oh god play it cool, Kelley) and starts for the nearest door. ] Got somewhere quieter, maybe?

[livinuptothename]

Rooftops still count as quiet?

[ They better here, because wow, has Jason missed rooftops. Keeping a secret identity is balls. He lets Carrie catch his wrist and tug him out the door, then switches, tugging her to a more secluded spot and pulling his grappling hook out of his belt. He's grinning and bouncing a little on the balls of his feet, waiting for her to get her own gear ready.]

[slingshots]

Always have, here's to hoping they always will.

[ She's going for her grappling gun as well, and — oh, just misses fumbling it in her nervousness. But it's out successfully, and she doesn't wait for him to lead the way. She fires off a line and is immediately zipping upward, cape fluttering brightly in her wake. ]

[livinuptothename]

[ He didn't even realize how much he missed this until he's chasing after her, badly missing the tug and flare of his own cape. The rooftop is one of the few that had made it through the EU bombing more or less in tact, though he knows there's a few weak spots in the structure, having little else to do these days, but skulk around on rooftops.]

Bunch of the buildings around here got hit pretty bad last month during a bomb raid. Watch your step.

[slingshots]

[ She lands lightly and congratulates herself on not tripping or anything in front of him, tucking the grappling gun away again. ]

Heard about that. [ Well, less heard about it and more read about it. What kind of Robin doesn't do their homework, right? ] You figure that's gonna happen again any time soon?

[livinuptothename]

Couldn't say. I'm not sure how well it worked out for them the first time, but I don't think they got unlimited planes and troops to shove at us.

[ He frowns, falling into the shadows a little. He doesn't know a whole lot of anything about the EU to be honest and only now it bothers him.]

[slingshots]

[ She watches him a few seconds, sidelong, from a similar cover of shadows. This is an opportunity like no other, right? She has to ask— ]

So, what'd you do?

[livinuptothename]

[He's quite for longer than he should be. What does he say to that? Stole a gun and shot soldiers who were shooting at civilians? Led a fucking dragon and played a part in a bloodbath? That he didn't feel bad for it, because it was what it had to be done. He rolls his shoulders and doesn't glare at the ground.]

What I had to do.

The job doesn't stop being the job just because B isn't here.

[slingshots]

[ Oh. Oh, that is such a Robin answer. The shades can't entirely hide this look of delighted admiration, but at least she has the presence to glance away after a few seconds and hide it. ]

Yeah. Guess not. [ And after a pause to dim her delight a little: ] How long you been here, anyway?

[livinuptothename]

[Good, because Jason glances away pretty much the instant he sees it. What is he even supposed to do with a look like that?]

About a month, I think.