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

[aheroipray]

I would've healed you if you were.

[ she says simply, though she rifles through her pockets nonetheless. she'd made a handkerchief, she knows she did... ah! with a bit of a flourish, she hands it over, pigtails swishing. ]

You aren't fine. Ah, but it's okay not to be, with what's happened. You were taken from your home, weren't you, like the rest of us?

[jackanope]

Mm-hmm.

[although it's already been two months since then. she's mostly been keeping to herself because this place is scary.

but this person isn't human. there aren't a lot of people like her here. Joy accepts the handkerchief and proceeds to blow her nose in it.]

... What kinda critter are you?

[aheroipray]

[ oh, that's a strange term. not in that she doesn't know what it means, but applied to her... she winds the ends of her pigtail around her index finger. ]

I am a Lalafell. Yourself?

[jackanope]

Jackalope.

[here you go, have your handkerchief back, weepy jackalope snot and everything.]

M-My name's Joy. Sorry I was crying...

[aheroipray]

[ errrr ]

No need. I can fashion more.

[ she straightens. ]

And there's no need to apologize for emotion. Especially in a dire situation such as this.