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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

never late, come to my bosom

[its_storytime]

Might be. I'll leave the constant negativity to you, though! Me, I can practically smell all the stories just in this one room alone!

[ He's actually very excited, in that respect. The kidnapping thing IS frustrating, but why dwell on it. He's a dwarf who can roll with the punches.

Also, he's immensely happy to hear that Hawke is also here, but... ]

Wait. "He?" [ Yeah, the mage part wasn't what was surprising about that one. ]

/reaches

[lyriumscribed]

[ Fenris blinks, brows crease and the subtle frown is turning to something of mild horror.

Not true horror. Much more like amazement and frustration all at once. ]

Yes.

[ Just how many Hawkes exist out there?! ] He.

You know Hawke as a woman? [ Hard to imagine what that would be like. ]

[its_storytime]

[ Varric also blinks. Sweet ancestors the elf has amnesia... ]

Well...yeah. Hawke. Dangerous brunette? Killer figure? Who you followed around like a puppy while pretending you didn't care and the rest of us thought it was adorable?

....The older sibling, by the way, not Carver.

this is...hilarious. confusion of the hawkes?

[lyriumscribed]

[ ...and the dwarf suddenly grew three heads.

Not really but he might as well have, with how skeptically awed Fenris's expression had turned. ]

I what? - the Hawke I knew - know - had a sister, named Bethany. His brother Carver had been killed before I had even met Hawke.

[ A twitch of a lip. ] And he was not a mage. Let alone female.

[ He is having a hard time imagining Hawke being female. Let alone that 'he followed her around like a puppy'. :| ]

I'M confused, anyway

[its_storytime]

[ Varric just sits silently, considering everything Fenris had just told him. It may as well have been the exact opposite experience.

Finally, the dwarf rubs his forehead, as if trying to get rid of a headache. ]

I need a drink.