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

[everydayraphael]

[Raphael'll shut it off, and Fondue glares at it momentarily before turning and sniffing the offered hand.

Smells okay.

Woeuf! Hi.]

So I can tell. We've been exploring for a while now, so we thought we'd stop in for something to eat and drink and... [Well. The sink. He smiles sheepishly.] Do any of these work as they should?

[notpeterparker]

[Yay doggie she'll pet the doggie.]

It's mostly by chance if you'll get a working one or not, but I think the one near the restrooms works all right. For all the futuristic technology they have here, it's hard to believe they'd still have something like squeaky sinks.

[everydayraphael]

[Yay pets he likes pets.]

Thanks. Maybe they were so focused on the other technologies, they skimped out on the necessities.

[notpeterparker]

Maybe, although they might not have had much to work with either. They had to transport everyone here in a hurry.

[everydayraphael]

Was it really so short notice?

[notpeterparker]

[Carol nods.]

The attack happened so quickly, there was barely enough time to move all the Transports here.

[everydayraphael]

I think I'll excuse their less than working sinks.

[Fondue whines slightly and nuzzles Carol's hand. It'll be cool. Even with their screaming sinks. Their possessed, shrieking sinks. Raphael gives her a small bow of the head.]

I'm Raphael and that's Fondue.

[notpeterparker]

It's nice to meet you, Raphael. I'm Carol!

[And she'll give Fondue scratches behind the ears, giving a small laugh.]

And it's very nice to meet you too, Fondue!

[everydayraphael]

The same to you, Carol. But you seem pretty young to be involved in all this.

[Though Mr. Scrawny isn't exactly one to talk. He looks young too, but he's an adult. And it's not even said in a patronizing way or anything! Just matter-of-fact and curious. If someone can help another and is capable, then he doesn't exactly see why they shouldn't. Fondue woeufs his agreement.

Or maybe he's woeufing at the attention. Hard to tell.]

[notpeterparker]

[She won't deny it, and it doesn't come off as patronizing at all. If it were up to her, she wouldn't be involved in this. She's not really cut out for grand rescue missions and everything else they've put her through so far.]

If I had the choice, I don't think I'd be volunteering for something like this. But it hasn't been all bad - I'm an intern at a newspaper back home, so I've learned a lot since I've got here.

[everydayraphael]

[He wouldn't have volunteered either, having read what he has. Doing things for your own gain was better in the long run but, well, if you have to help someone... Then you have to help them.]

At least there's that. I attended a school in Paris and worked a lot of part-time jobs to keep up on my apartment, so though I have experience in a few things I think I'll have to learn an entirely new skill set for this. What sort of things have you learned?

[notpeterparker]

Well, I was sent on a rescue mission last time. I was hardly prepared for something like that.

As for what I learned - well, it seems like there's always something going on here, so I've had a lot of practice with my camera!