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

[infiltrative]

[ It's more like being stuck in the lab again but welp, certainly not gonna mention that.

NOW it's time to have a superspeed look around before reappearing by Genesis' side. ]

Their selection sucks. [ As was to be expected, but a guy could still hope. ]

[nosebleeds]

[Genesis doesn't even blink twice.]

Meaning?

[infiltrative]

Meaning there's probably nothing here that's gonna taste decent.

[ He'll just be making disapproving faces at the cafeteria while he contemplates whether or not he's hungry enough to go for it anyway.

why this, why them. ]

[nosebleeds]

Yep, looks like our biggest concern, all right.

[infiltrative]

[ He scoffs before turning right around and marching back out, deliberately bumping shoulders as a cue for Genesis to follow. ]

Ugh, let's just go find a room. I ain't sleeping in a room full o' strangers.

[nosebleeds]

Spoken like a true only child.

[... clone. Whatever.]

I'm coming, I'm coming.

[infiltrative]

[ That gets a snort and a raised eyebrow as he glances over his shoulder back at him. ]

What, don't tell me you want to?

[nosebleeds]

(blink blink.)

What?

[infiltrative]

[ rolling his eyes so hard he's surprised they're not falling out. ]

Room with strangers, stupid.

[nosebleeds]

It's no biggie. Unless they're freaks, I guess. Freaks who snore.

[infiltrative]

They could be serial killers. You never know since who gets pulled here is entirely random.

[nosebleeds]

Serial killers need to be worried about rooming with me, not the other way around.

[for real bro]

[infiltrative]

You wouldn't know until it was too late.

[ yes totally implying you'd be too dumb to realize. ]