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

[fullmeasure]

Says the young lady who was staring.

[like before, it comes out deadpan, tinged with a bit of amusement. He wasn't here to impress anyone, especially with his manners, but he could at least try to be nice. She was just a kid, after all]

I'm Mike. And you are?

[trickmyheart]

I see ...

My name is Celestia Ludenberg. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance ... Mike.

[ She takes the edges of her skirt and lifts them slightly, bending her knees in a curtsy ]

[fullmeasure]

The pleasure's mine, Celestia.

[he inclines his head politely, at least]

[trickmyheart]

Am I to assume, then, that you have also just arrived here?

[ He looks a little more 'lost' to her than the older residents she's encountered today ]

[fullmeasure]

Is it that obvious?

[trickmyheart]

[ A little smug, now that she knows she's right ]

You seemed surprised to be here.

[fullmeasure]

We're on the moon, if you haven't noticed. [it's sarcastic, but not as gruff] Anyone would be surprised.

[trickmyheart]

I don't know, it's quite the refreshing change from the place I was last.

[ A.k.a. murder school ]

[fullmeasure]

[he snorts, amused]

You know, I think I'd have to agree.

[trickmyheart]

Besides, if the people here have anything to say about it, we may not be here much longer.

[fullmeasure]

I wouldn't be surprised. [he folds his arms, giving the room a look around] No one seems happy to be here.

[trickmyheart]

From what I understand, they had much more open accommodations back on Earth. They must be missing the outside air, don't you think?

[fullmeasure]

I'm sure they're missing more than just that.

[trickmyheart]

Oh? What else?

[fullmeasure]

You did see what just happened, right?

[trickmyheart]

Well, if I'm not mistaken, we still have access to the time machine. It isn't as though such a thing has to be permanent.

[fullmeasure]

That doesn't change that it happened in the first place.

[trickmyheart]

I suppose not.

[ She doesn't really care. Her time on Earth was over, anyways ]

Still, will you help with the effort to reverse it?

[fullmeasure]

I haven't decided yet. [he shrugs, easy; he still hadn't had a chance to look around, or get the information from the network yet. He'd decide then] Will you?

[trickmyheart]

[ If it means not being trapped in yet another building, then yes. Yes she will. Still, she doesn't want to sound desperate, or stupid, so she shrugs as well ]

Ehehe ... It doesn't matter much to me what happens.

[fullmeasure]

Of course. [his bullshit meter's going off, but he politely decides not to call her on it. She didn't seem the stupid kid type to be excited to be on the moon in the first place]

[trickmyheart]

[ Thank you Mike, she appreciates being allowed to lie her ass off without getting called on it ]

Though I'm not sure what I'll do without some of the luxuries of home. Why, I've been told there isn't even a dry cleaners here.

[fullmeasure]

[Mike snorts]

I'm sure you'll survive without it.

[trickmyheart]

This dress will be ruined if something is spilled on it.

[ Said in the tone of "how do you not understand my dress it top priority, this is basic common sense." And, you know, god forbid she doesn't get to wear her fancy loli dress. ]

[fullmeasure]

You may want to invest in less expensive clothes, if you're worried about that.