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[initiates]

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.

[[ ooc; As a note for players of current characters: please keep your root comments confined to the various groups and organizations that set up root comments to greet new characters! We highly encourage tagging around here, but since it's a log meant for new characters specifically, we ask that they be the ones to set up root threads to the entry. Thank you, and happy playing! ]]

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lydia martin | ota

[hear]

[ Everything was okay. Everything was supposed to be okay now. So, why the hell was everything sooo not okay? Had she blacked out again? Because it wouldn't be the first time; it wouldn't even be the third time. She fully expects to find a body dripping in blood nearby, but she's surrounded by people — very-much-alive people. Okay, Lydia, just go back over every detail, she thinks to herself, eyes darting around the gray, steely room and the bewildered faces. She was definitely in Deaton's clinic last, ready to finally go back home and sleep after being awake for over 24 hours (Jesus, she's exhausted), there was a white light— Nope, stop right there. Okay, definitely too X-Files for her. An alien abduction? Seriously?

Soon a tablet is being shoved into her hands, vague instructions about choosing a weapon for a war that she did not sign up for. Or even heard of. She thinks of Jennifer Blake, calling her a banshee, like it was something to be used to her advantage, something that could surprise even an evil Druid. So, she waves off the offer for a sword or some other blunt, metal object with a brisk 'No, I'm fine.' Besides that means she's saying yes to fighting. Which she was not. This was not her war. This wasn't even her planet from what they were telling her.

After some noisy stomping of her boot wedges and a few loud choice words about how she can get a one-way ticket out of this freakshow, they finally exit the room and enter some sort of observatory... Okay. They're on the moon. For real. She's calmed down (for the most part), but she's focused her attention to reading over every piece of available information she can access on the tablet — while attempting to repair the connection. ]

Well, this is a lot of useless information. Wonderful.

[lucency]

Not all of it.

[ belle understands the nervousness and the anxiety, even now, and it's an immediate grab to her sympathy to see the new transports every month. their bewildered faces, even if they don't struggle to accept it. the denial, when it falls upon the most stubborn of them.

she stands behind the girl, first aid kit in hand (and lollipop, though she supposes she won't need that part; she can't help it, it comes standard), almost tentative, though not quite reserved as she stands a few steps back, slightly hopeful look on her face as she attempts to be helpful. anything to help the new ones settle in, to get them used to it, to get this war won faster and get back home. she does have a town to protect, after all. ]

Here. [ she takes a step forward, offering the first aid kit out to her. ] Have you gotten one yet?

[hear]

[ she's faced much worse, so it's frustration more than anything else. not only was she pulled away at a critical time (yes, everything was fine, but there were about a million questions to be answered and things to do), she was brought hundreds of years into the future, to space, to engage in some time traveling fix-it mission? it was ridiculous. and just because there was information, doesn't mean lydia has to like what it's telling her.

the voice over her shoulder pulls her out of her thoughts and prompts her to stand up straighter, looking back at the unfamiliar face. ]

I'm fine. [ she answers briskly, though it comes out a little sharper than she intended. rethinking her words, her gaze flickers to the first aid kit and she she deflates. it wouldn't be smart to turn it down. ] But, no. Thank you.

At least they aren't leaving us with nothing.

[lucency]

Food, too.

[ she means it as a joke, lightly sharing the candy she offers. really, if she were honest, it seems like a poor attempt at normalcy. an attempt to lure people in. it's a good intention, she knows, that and the cookies, but belle will always be aware that very little distracts people from being on the moon in the first place. let alone having appeared there seemingly by random. ]

It's. Um. We do try to ease the disorientation. It's the least we can do.

[hear]

[ don't worry, the whole 'strangers with candy' thought already crossed lydia's mind. but it's easy to tell when someone's being genuine and doesn't want something in return — maybe because she's played the manipulation game way too many times herself. ]

Thoughtful. [ the plastered on smile comes out forced but, she's trying to be civil. ] But why? It's not your fault, unless you're actually behind this super secret initiative.

[lucency]

Oh, no! No. [ after a moment of bewilderment, belle bursts out laughing. ] I'm not involved. Not really. I assist in keeping civil relationships between the Initiative and the Transports, but there are others, too. Actual liaisons who communicate.

I - work mostly with you all.

[ and she has no problem with that. ]