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]

[But vending machine food is the best]

Well, unless you got a tea pot hidden in that hair of yours I'm not sure how to make tea happen.

[trickmyheart]

Do you mean to tell me there is no kitchen in this place?

[hotdate]

I don't know, I just got here.

[trickmyheart]

Then you will accompany me to look for one.

[ Walking away now to find a kitchen. Some tea will help calm her down, this is very important Heath ]

[hotdate]

[Most girls tell him to go away at this point, so actually requesting more of his company is a rare development. He'll grin, following her]

Sure thing. I'll escort you <>all over this place if you need. No one will mess with you with the Heathster around.

[trickmyheart]

[ She doesn't say anything to that, but ... just as planned. She'll whip you into shape to be a proper knight soon enough, Heath!

But in the meantime, as she walks ... ]

You mentioned "ghoul" earlier.

[ Care to explain yourself, Heath? ]

[hotdate]

[He's always wanted to be a knight. Knights get all the ladies, his RPG game has taught him that much]

Yeah, that's what we call the ladies where I come from.

[trickmyheart]

They do not take offense to such a term?

[ Being called ghoulish or ghastly would piss her off, anyways ... ]

[hotdate]

No, they use it too. It's just what they're called. [He sounds so confused, why would that even be offensive?]

[trickmyheart]

My ... if I were you, I would be careful using that term. I don't think I've ever met a girl who wouldn't be upset by it.

[hotdate]

But the ladies never get upset with it back home. [God why is everyone here so sensitive to everything?]

[trickmyheart]

Oh? Could it be that you're saying every place is just like where you come from?

[ Said to the tone of YOU ARE STUPID ]

[hotdate]

Well, I've never been to any other world but mine, so I'm gonna go with yeah.

[The tone just sails right over his head. He gets it a lot]

[trickmyheart]

Ehehe ... What a dangerous assumption to make. People with that attitude are always the first to die.

[hotdate]

It's okay. I'm super hard to kill. [After you get frozen solid and turned to rock multiple times in a school year you begin to realise things like this]