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Date: November 1st
Location: The Observatory.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Observatory after their initial briefings. The zombie plot will not spill over into this area, this area is safe and unaffected! To face zombies, characters must leave the area, and please move to the event log with those threads.
Warnings: None.

Your arrival here has been very unceremonious. One second you were somewhere else, and now, very suddenly, your feet hit the glowing white of the Transporter pad, and you're here. You aren't alone, either. There's a crowd of others around you, each seeming just as bewildered, angry, or confused as you might feel. At the head of the group is a woman in purple robes, solemn and taciturn. She hurries over a quick overview of your intended purpose here, and gives direct answers when asked for them, but to most things she simply shows you how to access the tablet you've just been given, or tells you that the DITR's greeters will explain everything. On the tablet, you can find the history of this place and a record of what your new cohorts have experienced — although it won't have Network access for another 8 hours. Someone stands on hand to give you a weapon, and though the armory is now greatly reduced, you should be able to find something to suit you.

You're shepherded down a walkway tunnel and into the Observatory, where you will find screens mounted on three sides of the wide room. It's night outside the great wide windows, and the lunar landscape isn't much to look at right now; the only lighting comes from dull red emergency lights, but there are… noises. Listen carefully. Over the voices of your fellow Transports, now and then you might catch the sound of a scrape, or a low and muffled cry. It doesn't sound human. Are there animals up here?

You're free to explore the base, visit and use any of the VR rooms, or discover your new room and roommates, but try not to step out of any airlocks if oxygen is a requirement for your system.

Welcome to the moon base, and to the remains of Exsilium.

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[Ah, yeah. He's a bit invisible today, sorry ma'am. Also, ow. That was his fucking shin. Jeez.]

Ow! Ow...sorry. I didn't see you.

[Says, you know, the disembodied voice of a teenage boy with a sore throat. And completely without irony, too.]

[ look, this is what happens when things are a little chaotic and - ]

It's fine, honey, [ she says, right before she realizes that there is nobody there. ]

Wait, what the hell?!

[Except that just then, he hiccoughs. And for the brief moment when all of the muscles contract, there is someone. A tall, thin, teenager. Long blond hair, startled blue eyes, skin pale enough to see the veins in his arms. If you look quick, that is. The next moment, he's gone again.]

Guess you didn't see me, either.

[Still no irony, but a bit glumly, this time. He keeps forgetting about that...]

No, I - shit -

[ he was there! he was! she saw him! and for all her joking about ghosts, she never actually expected to run into one in a place like this. home would've been a much better atmosphere for that, and despite all the rumors, she'd never come face to face with one. ]

Where did you go?

Nowhere. I mean, here. Still where I was.

[It's a tough question at the moment, and it feels alarmingly existential. He really doesn't want to disappear. It's tough to keep the tremor out if his voice, on spite of the fact that he knows he can control it if he just relaxes....]

You're not a ghost. That's bullshit.

[ it makes exactly zero sense to her that she'd run into one in space and not in a big, spooky gothic mansion. no sense at all. there is science to this and this goes completely against it. ]

I didn't say I was.

[Rude, lady. Totally rude.]

Well, I can't see you; what else am I supposed to think?

[ julia. julia, he's corporeal. you totally kicked him. ]

So you just like turning invisible. That's classy.

I said I was sorry!

[If it wasn't obvious he's a bit young before, it probably is now. But people keep picking fights. It sucks being a passivity in a war, caged up with a bunch if super powered people on a tiny moon base, you know?]

Oh, my God, you're whining and invisible? Spare me. I get it.

[ is it even his fault? she doesn't know. she's not trying to pick a fight, but it's second nature to her when thrown in a high-stress situation.

such as this. ]

I don't suppose there's any way you can become not invisible. It's only polite.

It's stuck.

[A bit glumly. Because, really, it's embarrassing. And people keep picking on him for it. It's like being the smelly kid, but invisible instead.]

What's stuck?

[ what.

that's not - you can't just turn your visibility on and off. she glares, almost, but it's questioning. ]

What, you wind up on the moon, and suddenly you can decide whether or not you want people to see you or not? That's handy.

...You didn't get the speech? Or a power?

Power? They mentioned a weapon.

[ wait. ]

Is that your schtick? You turn invisible? Jesus Christ, I have walked into a comic book.

Basically.

[It's no use arguing about anything else at the moment. Besides, new people kinda get a pass for freaking out. It's freaky.]

Great. Brilliant.

Look, I can't help with the malfunction, kid. This whole thing is beyond me.

...I wasn't asking. Are you okay?

[She's probably not. She seems pretty stressed. Then again, his first day was stressful as hell too, and he wasn't even on the moon.]

I'm great. [ no. she's not. she's still a little shaky, honestly, but it has less to do with the moon and everything to do with the fact that she almost died back home. no big deal. ] It's a dream come true, really.

[There's no good reason anyone should be okay anyway. It's horrible, plain and simple. So it doesn't come as a surprise.]

Need to sit for a while?

Is there anybody to wait on me, while I'm at it? I'd kill for a shot of whiskey.

Uh. No. You're seriously on a secret moo base in the middle of a war.

[Why does that never seem to sink in with people?]

[ the easy answer is because it's stupid. ]

Someone over there has cookies. Those aren't a necessity in wartime either.

That's Jesse, he's in like a recovery program or something I think.

[Thoughtfully:]

Soap and razors would be better. Or even a towel. Maybe a sweater...

Some practical shoes. Whatever. [ seeing as she sort of isn't wearing any. w/e. ]

[Yeah, invisible kid isn't wearing shoes either. He feels that. If it weren't for the embarrassing peach fuzz on his upper lip, shoes might have made it higher on his list, too.]

Something over 40 proof...