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Naming Day on the Great Western Island.
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Spring has come to the archipelago as it does every year, and as always, the Matoran of the Great Western Island have made pilgrimages to the nearest of their island's Temples of Life. Some carried the remains of friends who have died in the last year; others were carried by friends, ready to give of themselves one last time to bring new life into the world. Most bring only themselves, and their energy, a small part of which will be siphoned in the creation of more Matoran.

It is late on the last day of the last week of the year. Matoran have been pressing their hands to the appointed spots on the temple walls all day; others have been shuttling bodies and raw materials into the receptacle chutes. It's an orderly proceedings, and a quiet one. A few of the bodies are only hours dead.

Finally, one last Matoran removes their hands from the wall. One final hunk of metal-bearing stone is heaved into a chute. The Matoran remaining in the temple file out, talking in low voices.

"Our village could use more Ga-Matoran..."

"Odds on getting any Ba-Matoran this year?"

"...looking forward to teaching some new vineswingers...."

Matoran flow out into the village surrounding the temple to sleep.

A few sentries settle just outside the temple to doze or play games by the glow of lightstones. They aren't here to guard, only to be ready to greet the new Matoran when they appear in the morning.

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Morning comes.

A young Ta-Matoran sentry is the first to wake and peer into the temple. No Matoran have appeared overnight, but as she watches, a shimmer of light coalesces into first one... then another... and then more, scattered around the floor of the temple until it's half-full with Matoran, armored in all colors.

The Ta-Matoran (her name, should it ever become important, is Lihoka) squeaks and shakes the shoulder of her Po-Matoran best friend. "They're here! Sapi, they're here!"

Sapi jerks awake, blinks blearily at her, then jumps to his feet. "Got it. You go wake everyone else up."

Lihoka nods and jumps to prod the other sentries awake.

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Sapi enters the temple, and the stasis on the newly-created Matoran breaks.

They shift, and blink in the morning sunlight streaming through the temple doors and skylights. Most, of course, are of the six main elements. Some, scattered throughout the crowd, are of secondary elements. Some have armor of ambiguous colors, but the question of their elements will be simple enough to answer: every Matoran knows their name and element when they come into being.

Sapi coughs, and the nearest Matoran turn to look at him. "Hello, new Matoran!" he says, projecting his voice so everybody can hear. "Welcome to existing. My name is Sapi. -- Now, what I just did, that's called 'introducing yourself'. As your first thing, how about you turn to the Matoran nearest to you and do it yourself?"

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There are a lot of people around, and most of them don't have blue armor like Akiza does. That means something; her blue armor means she's a Matoran of Water, and their not-blue or not-totally-blue armor means they're... other elements. She's not totally sure what other elements there are, but there are clearly a lot.

The nearest Matoran to her has green and dark blue armor, and pale green eyes. "Hi," Akiza says, after a moment to figure out how talking works. "My name is Akiza."

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The Matoran blinks at her. "H-hi," she says. "My-- my name is, is Gab-- Gabshi. My name's Gabshi." She frowns. "Talk-- talking is... really-- hard."

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Akiza frowns, too. "It isn't for me." It isn't for any of the other Matoran introducing themselves around the large room, as far as Akiza can hear. "That's really weird."

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"I don't-- don't like it. Some-- something-- something isn't, working right."

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Akiza nods. "I wouldn't like it either."

She doesn't know what to do about talking not working properly, but that seems... a wrong thing to have happen.

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The crowd of new Matoran has finished introducing themselves, as far as Sapi can tell, and some Matoran are continuing to talk to each other. Sapi claps his hands to get their attention. "Excellent, thank you. Now, I and some other Matoran will be your guides for the first part of today--"

The other sentries arrive with Lihoka leading them. "Hi!" she calls. "We're the 'some other Matoran'."

Sapi smiles and gestures at the smaller group. "Yes, this is them. To make things easier for us, we'll be splitting into twelve groups, one for each of us guides. Try to make sure they're all about even, but if you've already found a fellow new Matoran you want to stick near you can definitely join the same group."

The guides array themselves along the front wall of the temple, and new Matoran begin to sort into groups.

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"Um," Gabshi says. "I-I-I-I don't--"

The instructions were clear enough, but now with everyone moving she can't quite process what she's seeing well enough to decide where to go herself. She's-- confused, and she doesn't like that--

She grabs Akiza's hand. "Help?"

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Akiza looks down when Gabshi grabs her hand, and then nods at her request. "Okay. We'll join the group with the red and black Matoran."

She keeps hold of Gabshi's hand as she navigates the shifting crowd, and doesn't let it go even once they're with the group Akiza selected.

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