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

[heroxide]

[His face twists and changes into a monstrous mask, and he grins. And yes, now fangs are visible along with the exceedingly unattractive new facial features.]

--we do this.

[Not as much of a dick as Jan, but he's not a saint either.]

[bloodthirsts]

[To his credit she does jump, just a little, her face clearly showing surprise and then the dawning light of recognition.]

Oh you -- I've seen another vampire like you, one who does that. Back in one of the other places I went to!

[Then she frowns because that particular vampire went on a killing spree with another.]

[heroxide]

[...Losing the gameface and sighing. Though he appreciates the jump, he misses being really scary.]

Another? Who, exactly?

[bloodthirsts]

His name was...

[She pauses for a moment, thinking back, then remembers, a name about as unusual as that of the vampire before her. She looks curious as to whether Spike would know him.]

Angel.

[heroxide]

[Shakes his head, rolling his eyes.]

That prancing idiot. Where'd you meet him? I'm gonna hope it's not here, since you said "one of the other places".

[bloodthirsts]

[Well he knows him, doesn't look like he likes him. Mind you, neither did Seras much from what she knew of the vampire.]

No, it was another... Siren's Port. The second place. I can't say I knew him actually, certainly not in a friendly way, he killed a lot of people. Though he later said it was because he... lost his soul?

[heroxide]

[A wince. Souls. That's a touchy subject.]

He gets funny without his soul. With the killing and so on. Broods about it plenty when he gets the soul back, too.

[bloodthirsts]

It seemed so. It's not something that happens to my kind. At least, I don't think so.

[Rather they tend to eat souls.]

Do you... have...?

[heroxide]

A soul? I haven't eaten anyone here yet, so you can probably tell the answer from that.

[bloodthirsts]

Ah, right. Well that's good.

[She smiles.]

It's nice to know I'm not the only vampire around. Besides Jan.

[heroxide]

Even if you're a different sort...

Jan. Who's he?

[bloodthirsts]

[It's like Jan is able to give her an instant mild headache.]

The other vampire from my world here. Complete bastard, never shuts up. He'd probably be killing everyone here if he wasn't under a curse.

He looks like a chav, lot's of piercings.

[heroxide]

Sounds like a real charmer already. [Although. "Complete bastard, never shuts up"-- sounds oddly familiar!]

Wait. A curse? [Suspicious:] He doesn't have an electronic chip in his head, does he?

[bloodthirsts]

Um, no. It's sort of a glowing symbol on his chest? I found out when I -- er, well we had a fight.

Why would he have a chip?

[heroxide]

...No particular reason. Just making sure. I've seen it happen before. [Had it happen before. He looks annoyed.]

[bloodthirsts]

[Seras notes that but let's it go since he doesn't look willing to talk about it.]

It happened to him in another world, though binding magic is possible in mine.

[She herself is subject to it in a way.]

Anyway, I would avoid him if I were you.

[heroxide]

I dunno, sounds like he'd be interesting conversation, chav or not.