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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

[whatsupcroc]

< Two hours. >

( One day, being this open and honest was going to bite her in the butt. )

< Any longer and I'm stuck forever in the form I morphed into. >

[alwaysforhim]

I suppose every power has its limit. Still, it's a magnificent form of magic. Ah-- should you change back, then, or would you like to stay in this form? I think my lord will be missing me soon, but if you'd like you can come with me to meet him.

[whatsupcroc]

< I might take a rain check. Getting back to decent takes me a little bit! Who's your lord? Do you mean that literally? Can I meet him later if not right now? >

( An outpouring of questions from the bird nestled in his hands. Collette stretches her neck out toward Merlin, twisting it to one side to view him with one of her eyes. )

[alwaysforhim]

Prince Arthur, and yes, I mean that literally; he's been my lord for years now. And you can meet him later, of course you can! He'd quite like that, I think.

[...maybe. Whatever!]

[whatsupcroc]

( Wow these names sound oddly familiar. Collette coos, more out of a desire to vocalize than anything else. )

< When you guys are settled in, maybe then? >