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

[hotdate]

Is he a pet or something? [A tiny little snowman. Wow he wonders if he can get one for Abbey. Would she even like a tiny little animated snowman? Possibly.

Still, to the matter at hand. He'll give a flourishing bow, ending it with a suave hand kiss. He is killliiiing it. His hair might just be flickering a little, like the beginnings of a fire, perhaps?]

Burns. Heath Burns. And it is absolutely awesome to meet you, Lucy.

[celestial_wizard]

[ A shake of her head at the question. ]

No, he's my friend, a c-- [ She breaks off in surprise, either because of the hand kiss or... is his hair -- no, that was probably her imagination. Flattered, she politely tugs her hand back, smiling in spite of herself. ]

A..ah, thank you - and the same to you, Heath. [ This..felt really weird, for some reason. But she ohs. ] A-anyway, as I was saying, Plue is a celestial spirit, not a pet.

[hotdate]

[Totally in her imagination. He grins at that smile. Progress is progress]

Ohhhh that's pretty cool. I don't like to brag [and yet he will, brushing off his jacket] but I know a thing or two about spirits myself.

[celestial_wizard]

[ Oh he has her interest now. ]

You do? Are you a summoner too? What kind of spirits are you familiar with?

[hotdate]

A summon-no. I meant more the uh [he waggles his fingers in a spooky fashion] ghosty sort.

[He'll nod at the snowman thing again] So you summoned him? Like with a magic spell?

[celestial_wizard]

Ghosts? Hn.. I hope not the troublesome kind.

Ah! Yeah, I did, earlier. I'm a celestial spirit wizard. Plue was the first spirit I acquired after I left home.

[hotdate]

Not unless you count running the school's gossip blog as troublesome.

Oh wow, that's pretty awesome. So you can summon all kinds of spirits? I knew there was something magic about you.

[The flirting is NEVER OVER]

[celestial_wizard]

Wha...? Ghosts run your school's gossip...blog?

[ Electronic journals, weren't they? Basically? Or news columns or something. ]

Well, only the ones I've contracted with, like Plue.

[ OH MY GOD is he ever laying it on thick. Lucy grins, because that line was so cheesy! ]

Are there summoners where you're from? Wizards?

[hotdate]

Just one. Her name's Spectra.

[It's the only way he knows how to lay it]

Well, we've got people who can use magic. There's a bunch of mages, but not a lot of them attend my school. They also suck at casketball.

[celestial_wizard]

[ Just don't let her bestie catch you doing it. He's territorial. :3 And a dragon. ]

Casketball...?

[ That just makes her think of people slinging caskets around actually. Or maybe they dress up as caskets? Morbid! ]

I'm afraid to ask, but what's that?

[hotdate]

[But dragons are awesome :<]

It's a sport where I come from. You need to get this ball into a basket and stop the other team from doing the same thing.

[celestial_wizard]

[ They are! But they're also territorial! and jealous. :3 Not that Natsu had annything to worry about, honestly. Except maybe from Loke but shh. ]

That.. you mean basketball?

[hotdate]

[He'll squint] I think that's a normie sport.

[celestial_wizard]

Normie? It seems to be the same kind of sport that I've seen played back home. Well maybe not -exactly- the same.

[hotdate]

Normies, you know, humans.

I've never seen it played the normie way to know. I guess it could be similar.