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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

[moondances]

A tiny blush, and a giggle. "It's not like I had a choice! We were all sent there — to a place called Russia. I couldn't sit by and let people be injured.." She knew she was being a busy body and a workaholic, though. It's not like she had much else to do.

"Yes.. even if it reminds me of Zanarkand, there's something different about it. In that sphere, the one that was recorded from people's memories in the Farplane, everyone seemed so happy. Here, everyone's so grim, and no one smiles." It made her realize that conveniences — the kind machina offered — couldn't make people happy.

A fervent nod. "Yes! Maybe we can find a way home somehow.. together. It has to be possible." But.. ".. Can we really leave everyone here like this, though?"

[sunstrokes]

"We could," he replies, and then shakes his head, continuing. "But... I don't think we should. I don't know that much yet, but they seem like they could use a hand." Pause. "Right?"

And what good was Tidus if he couldn't be tossed into new places in order to try and fix things? Yuna, too, for that matter - minus the whole transportation aspect. It felt a little ironic that this was happening, but he's strangely okay with it. Helping people was a good feeling. More than that, they'd somehow dragged him back from - wherever dreams go when they end, and reunited him with Yuna. "... I think I owe them, anyway."

[moondances]

She's relieved to hear him say that. Her tension releases, and a smile creeps on her face. "Right." And, a nod. "Let's help, however possible."

It's weird to think about, how he's here, she'll admit. She's not one to complain, though, so instead, she'll chuckle a little. "Seems you're wanted everywhere, Sir Guardian." And an exaggerated bow of respect.

[sunstrokes]

At that, he laughs, though it's more subdued than usual, and puffs his chest out a bit. "What can I say? I'm the best player around."

Part of him does wonder if she's right, though; he had accomplished some pretty amazing things, and so had Yuna. And all of the other guardians, too, actually. Which brings to mind his next question.

"Is it just you here? Where're the others?"