here they talked of revolution, here it was they lit the flame

[initiates]

Date: October 1st
Location: The Observatory.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Observatory for the show of the year. Initial briefings are very brief this time around, and that Greeter just won't stop crying.
Warnings: new confused people and old sad people??

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, with eyes red as if she'd just finished crying. 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. There, 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. The only lighting comes from dull red emergency lights, and the scenes of a dreary, rainy city from various cameras up on the screens; the largest of the screens opens up to a view of Earth from a good distance away -- this one isn't a screen at all, you might realize, but a window. As you watch, all screens in the room fill with light, impossibly bright. It consumes the buildings, the people, everything. There is no sound played, perhaps mercifully, only that white light -- and then nothing.

Through the large window, there's a pinprick of light over one of the landmasses on the blue planet. It grows to a tiny blossom and then dies away, but a cloud begins to mushroom outward in the same spot. It pushes the natural clouds out of the way, claiming that small portion of the world and wrapping it in a uniform gray.

Strings of numbers begin to fill the blanked out screens as the base's AI begins collecting data and calculations, but the show seems to be over. 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, with front row seats to the grave of Exsilium.

[[ooc; reminder! The Network will be down for 8 hours after the wave of new Transports.]]

Comments

Satella Harvenheit // Chrono Crusade // Open!

[rittersjuwel]

[Satella's only just arrived, and is still processing the unstable world she's been dragged into. She's found Chrono, and thanks to him she understands a little more of the situation, and why the staff here seemed so upset. That sort of weaponry is the stuff of science fiction and not reality in her world, still--at least, not to her knowledge, not for a decade or two--but she thinks she's gotten the gist of it now.

She's not sure what to think, or if she should be upset, or angry, or just force herself to not let it call to mind the image of seeing her family home in flames. It certainly sells her on fighting with them in their war--although the cynical side of her wonders if that was the entire point of showing them that...event in the first place. It's a hell of a way to ensure loyalty.

Regardless, Satella decides that for the moment, she's going to cope the way she knows how to--by going into "business mode." And so she's wandering the base, stopping to talk to newcomers and the more established alike--anyone who seems they might be willing to talk. She'll gather information, decide for herself who among the people here are reliable and trustworthy, and from there decide how she should feel and what she should do next. It might be cold, but it's useful. She's never personally felt that sitting and mourning is productive. Mourning is for when the work is done.]

((OOC: Technically Satella was accepted last month and I even posted up an OOC intro, but I ended up getting sick after I got back from California and the con so I had to put off her arrival until now. Sorry guys!

I'm really looking forward to FINALLY getting to play with you guys! hit me up on brightblueink if you want to plot and stuff, yes. =Db))

[soul_sister]

[It is how and why that Rosette, talking animatedly with someone else about upcoming missions runs into Satella.

Quite literally, it's a full on collision.]

Eh! SORRY ARE Y-



You?!

[rittersjuwel]

[Satella is about to give the girl a distant "oh, don't worry"...and then she gets a good look at her face.

THAT. FACE.

At least she knew she was here already, so the shock isn't quite as bad as it would've been, but she still doesn't feel quite in the mood to deal with Rosette.

Well, part of her does. It's a good outlet.]

I should've known it was you. I haven't been here an hour and you're already trying to kill me.

[soul_sister]

[Rosette's expression snaps into irritation immediately. On one hand, this is a good distraction, and Satella is good backup to have. On the other, why is her face so stupid?!]

Extortion wasn't enough!? You're going to consider this murder too?

[rittersjuwel]

[Extortion? That's what she calls it?]

Maybe you're trying to rid yourself of the debt! I'd say that's not very appropriate behavior for a nun but knowing you, I'm not surprised.

[soul_sister]

I... Are you ... I would never do that! [Now attempting to curse your memory away, that's a thing. That's TOTALLY a thing.]

I can't help it if you're just that clumsy and awkward.

[rittersjuwel]

I'M clumsy and awkward? Don't you have that backwards?!

[She'll just completely ignore that when they first met she landed on Rosette and then nearly toppled a building over on her. Yeah.]

[soul_sister]

I'm not the one just barreling into people like they don't exist!

[Except she totally did too...


What's a little damage and destruction between friends?]

[rittersjuwel]

No? You were the one barging through the halls! [Although she was also walking while looking at the strange architecture instead of where she was going.

She puts a hand on her hip and leans forward.]

You should apologize! Right now! Before I add onto your debt for assault!

1/2

[soul_sister]

To... my....

[GOD HAVE YOU REALLY FORSAKEN ME? AFTER ALL OF THOSE PRAYERS FOR HER SELECTIVE AMNESIA?!?!]

[soul_sister]

[NO.

NO SHE WILL NO GO QUIETLY INTO THIS NIGHT!!!]

Ahhh, I suppose it wouldn't do to let people think I'd harm a feeble old hag.

[rittersjuwel]

A WHAT?!

[Yeah good job, you struck a nerve!]

I am not a HAG!

[soul_sister]

[Her eyes seem to GLEAM with the unholy light of a WEAKNESS STRUCK.]

Sorry, sorry. My mistake.

I meant to say crone.

[rittersjuwel]

[Satella growls and grabs at Rosette in an attempt to drag her closer.]

I told you, I'm 19!

[outway]

[ gaius was still rather uncomfortable with this place. he had only been here a month now, and it had hardly been an easy month. he had perhaps been pushing himself too hard during the past weeks as well, neglecting his appearance somewhat... he looked tired and haggard, but didn't seem to have any intention of slowing down.

there was hardly any time for rest. ]

Can I help you?

[ he isn't really used to people approaching him directly to speak... probably because he exudes a somewhat intimidating aura. but if this woman has something to say, then he'll gladly speak with her. ]

[rittersjuwel]

[He does seem a little intimidating, but those are the sorts of people you might want to have fighting on your side during a war. She smiles, distant but polite, and nods her head.]

If you don't mind. I'm Satella Harvenheit, one of the new arrivals. I thought I should look for information. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?

[outway]

Feel free. Though I may not be the best suited for providing answers.

[ despite his time here, he still felt like he knew little more than those who had just arrived... everything still felt mostly knew to him. ]

My name is Erston. Though it probably means little, you have my condolences for arriving at such an... inconvenient time.

[rittersjuwel]

Mm. Well...I've had the situation explained to me a little, so I can understand their desperation for soldiers. Even if their methods for recruitment are...well...

[She frowns.]

...Actually, I think that's something I'd like to ask you about. How do you feel about the organization that brought us here? Do you trust them?

[outway]

Even good men will resort to terrible measures if the times are desperate enough.

[ her question gives him pause though. trust? no, he has little trust for the initiative. but why? it probably has to do with how they were brought here, but... ]

I trust that their words are true about the United Earth. Their enemy is truly one that must be defeated. But I cannot say the Initiative is entirely noble either. I would not say I trust them, though I am resigned to cooperating with them for now. [ sigh. ] Such is the price of stolen soldiers.

[rittersjuwel]

Mm. True enough. [She nods.] I think that might be what I'm leaning toward, for now. Although I don't like fighting other's battles unless I choose to take on a job.

[outway]

It seems to be the stance that most have taken. None are all too eager to fight when forced to, but we have little choice in the matter. Not against a foe capable of what our's is.

Job? [ he pauses, thinking for a second. ] Are you a mercenary then?

[rittersjuwel]

Not quite. I'm a bounty hunter that specializes in eliminating the supernatural.

[outway]

I see. I doubt there will be any shortage of work for you here.

[rittersjuwel]

Probably not. [She shrugs.] Although I suppose I should be generous and not charge anyone for my services until the current situation is under control.

[outway]

I believe the Initiative does offer payment for certain services. [ he hasn't really looked into that. ] But at the moment, that may be on hold.