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

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[anotheryosuke]

[Nah, the horrid clothing choices are all his own, even if usually he manages to slap on something a little more practical. If equally as clashing.

Naoya, in turn, squints at the hallway in front of him. There were definitely other footsteps a second ago, weren't there? It's hard to tell with all the echoing around here, but he's pretty sure... He should be more careful, and more alert, but man, he does not have the energy. This is supposed to be a safe zone, anyway.]

... Guess it was just my imagination.

[He yawns, jaw-cracking, turns, and walks into the wall.]

[trickmyheart]

[ ... Ew. Gross, Naoya. She can't help but stare as he walks into the wall, though ... it's kind of like a train wreck, you just can't look away. ]

Disgusting ...

[anotheryosuke]

Ow...

[He rubs absently at his nose a bit; at least he was slow-moving enough that it didn't hurt too much, and mostly his way-too-many clothes bounced him off the wall before he could properly flatten himself against it. Small mercies!

This time, though, now that he's been shaken awake just a little bit more, he does register the voice correctly. Even registers the direction correctly, snapping his head around to see...

A doll?? No, that's definitely too big to be a doll, it's probably a person. Still, he can't help the double-take. He still hasn't gotten around to registering what she actually said--]

Wow... Where'd you come from?

[trickmyheart]

I have been here the entire time you have been fumbling around.

[anotheryosuke]

... You sure? I think I'd have noticed.

[Okay, so he hadn't been very attentive, but she's distinct enough (and the weird loli-doll look is creepy enough down the dark hallway) that he's pretty sure he would've at least had some impression, right?

Right?]

[trickmyheart]

Ehehe ... I would beg to differ. You seem quite unaware of your actions, if the past minute or so is anything to judge by.

[anotheryosuke]

[He turns faintly red and shuffles sideways, like that'll totally erase what she's referring to.]

I dunno where that wall came from, okay? Usually the intersections're a little bigger... or something.

[That might've been a little too much bluff even for him, because he turns a little redder and tugs at a brilliant neon collar.]

D-Don't wander around in dark hallways, man. You'll freak people out in all the black clothes.

[trickmyheart]

[ What planet does this guy live on? Wow. ]

People meaning ... you, perhaps?

I should think people would be far more frightened by the ... [ She waves a dismissive hand at him, gesturing towards his outfit ] ... ensemble you've put together.

[anotheryosuke]

[A totally ordinary one that didn't get blown up at all, of course.]

Nope, why would you think that? I've seen way scarier things than gothic lolita! [This is the truth, but it doesn't mean he isn't a little freaked out anyway. Dolls are creepy, dolls are creepy! It's Pavlovian! But wait--] ... Eh? What's wrong with my outfit?

[He tugs at it.]

I mean, I had to kinda grab whatever was on hand, but there's nothin' scary about it.