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]

[No, it's a good question. He has actually lived in a crypt before. Sans coffin, though!]

No. It's thoroughly coffinless. Sound good? That way the brat doesn't get too tired and start a tantrum.

[lazyinlove]

Sounds great.

[Lead the way, vampire dude.]

[heroxide]

[Taking them to unit 122. He'll gesture around grandly at the place after they get there.]

My luxurious abode. Haven't gotten to know my roommates yet, but I doubt they'll object.

[He shrugs, returning his gaze to the girl curiously, and repeats to himself:] Peace. Ha. [The less human parts of him are flat out amused by the irony.]

[lazyinlove]

[Stanley doesn't really care if anyone does object, frankly. He plans to fall on his face and crash out until dude kicks them out that night. Sweet, sweet bed. Unf.

Peace on the other hand, peeks curiously at Spike through Stanley's hair when he says her name. She doesn't respond besides the curious staring, and then she's being dumped gently on the bed while Stanley coaxes her to the inside and sprawls across the outside edge himself. He groans quietly, luxuriating for a moment in getting horizontal on a soft surface for the first time in a month.]

Oh thank fuck.

[heroxide]

I forget how squishy humans get when they miss their naps.

[Okay, vampires need sleep too, but maybe not so badly.]

[lazyinlove]

It used to be my second favorite hobby.

[Oh sweet bliss a pillow. Nothing else that's happening anywhere in the wor-fuck. Whatever. Anyway, only bed matters now. Sweet, sweet bed. The little girl is already dozing off, and Stanley is awake but with no intent on moving whatsoever. Yep, it's obvious that nothing about this could ever possibly lead to any consequences. Safe and sound and too lazy to tuck themselves in, lo a couple of tired, filthy children scored a bed from an unintentionally generous vampire that day. Sucker.

Get it? Hey? Like, with blood?]

[heroxide]

[Hrfff... he shrugs and mutters something along the lines of "don't muck anything up" before turning to leave them to it. Off to go pace around and be angry at the moon for a little while longer.

He'll circle back around after a few hours to check if they're still there.]

[lazyinlove]

[Oh, they are. Those kids will be out cold for many hours, bro. Sorry about your luck.]