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[initiates]

Date: November 1st
Location: The Observatory.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Observatory after their initial briefings. The zombie plot will not spill over into this area, this area is safe and unaffected! To face zombies, characters must leave the area, and please move to the event log with those threads.
Warnings: None.

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, solemn and taciturn. 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, or tells you that the DITR's greeters will explain everything. On the tablet, 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. It's night outside the great wide windows, and the lunar landscape isn't much to look at right now; the only lighting comes from dull red emergency lights, but there are… noises. Listen carefully. Over the voices of your fellow Transports, now and then you might catch the sound of a scrape, or a low and muffled cry. It doesn't sound human. Are there animals up here?

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, and to the remains of Exsilium.

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Comments

[hyanaimne]

[she snorts, amused]

There is always help needed, especially by attaining supplies from missions. [she gestures across the crowd towards the cookie table and clinic table] And help is always welcome, as well.

swindle | transformers (idw) | open

[conbot]

[Out one war and into another. It just figures, with Swindle's luck lately. And to make matters worse, he's found himself surrounded by organics. Organics mostly from Earth, it looks like. Probably one of the worst planets to be from, in his opinion.

And on top of all that, he's small now. Too big for the base, they'd said. He's never been one of the larger 'Cons ("Cybertronians," he mentally corrects), but the difference in perspective is still disorienting. How did humans do this all the time? It's already exhausting. What he'd give to just be back at Maccadam's now.

So, to deal with it all, Swindle has taken to just sulking around, because that's definitely one of the best ways to confront a problem. Try as he might, though, even at a smaller size he's not quite the type that can blend in. His paint job aside, very few others' pacing brings a metal clang with every step.]

[undealt]

Sounds about right. [It's a lot of talk is what it is. Gold has zero reason to trust a word of it and wouldn't be surprised if he was given a reason to later. Later implying that he's willing to do give him the benefit of the doubt now.

Well, what's the harm?]

Business partners. [He chuckles. The closest thing he's ever had to a business partner is Jefferson. He can see a bit of that in him. A bit of something else too- something he wouldn't want to put a name to, even if it was more than a half-formed idea.] That is fascinating. It's unfortunate I don't recall, but it would be inconvenient to dissolve a partnership on that alone.

[Something might jog his memory- assuming there's a memory to be jogged.] I am, after all, in a less than desirable position. [He waves a hand. He sure as hell doesn't want to owe anyone any favors this soon- especially not anyone who has some leverage on him, but he's betting on Jesse not being the type. He can carve his way here if he chooses. It would just help to have someone a bit more... knowledgeable.

It's not as if he's a real threat.]

[anklets]

Oz?

[Not a voice she knows, but she and Gilbert have more in common than either of them realise; she perks at the name, but what moves her is the memory of being told I don't think they'd want to just leave it alone if they got here and found out that I am, too. Lenalee is selfish enough to grasp in both hands this reason to linger, drowning in a sea of new transports and older ones seeking out familiar faces. She has not seen a single one, herself, but the sounds from outside are more harrowing to her than this small girl.]

You're looking for someone named Oz?

[badnewsboy]

Aye, the for the Initiative.

[he makes note of the baked goods and mentally quills down to pocket some of them later.]

The reason that we were summoned. An odd group that certainly fits their name.

[hyanaimne]

Missions right now are more for the Transports - that is what we are known as. Food and medical supplies, things like that. There are only a small number of Initiative employees up here, as far as I know.

And . . . mm, I suppose it does. Just how much did they tell you when you arrived?

I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN FAAAAACE THIS AGAAAAIN....

[undealt]

We hadn't even arrived- [-in Neverland, he starts, until he realizes she might be about to cry and he shushes her gently.] It will be fine, sweetheart. If anything threatens that town, I'm confident that they can handle it. If they faced down an evil queen, they can surely face a few tourists.

[And no one will be coming for Tamara and Greg. Pan would have made sure of that.

He lingers for a second after she pulls away, as if anticipating that lasting longer, so when she offers the first aid kit to him, he's a bit perplexed, and then he has to laugh.]

What? Are they going to take my magic as well? [He accepts the kit, however, out of pathetic puppydog devotion and bends down to retrieve his cane.]

[badnewsboy]

[when she talks he falls silent, listening intently and watching her expression to catch subtleties.]

Enough to know of the world and how we got here. Being upfront is almost always the best policy when you're fishing for those interferey elements to change the outcome of the future.

[oh, he's getting distracted by looking at a cookie.]

[hyanaimne]

So they did not explain what the United Earth is? Or why we are up here? Or what they have done?

[she makes no move to hide her distaste in the Initiative, even if her words are fairly neutral. Though her expression hardens, just a bit, the more they talk about it.

However she notices where he's looking and tilts her head, making a vague gesture] The cookies are for anyone, if you'd like to go grab a few before we continue.

[mynameonyourpanties]

[turns around at that, oh hey wes. You look mad - but that's honestly just your default state of being.

He'd remind you about Alex, but important matters first. This is YOUR fault.]

You know, When I said burritos for Paekman, I don't exactly recall there being a Mexican joint on the moon.

[wipeyourfeet]

You think I did this? Well, that is certainly just like you to blame something like this on me! Weren't you listening, dummy?

[badnewsboy]

Of course they did, it was in the mishmash of disorienting information given when I arrived.

[he looks quickly at her and brightens in the way only a fourteen year old boy can when presented with a variety of baked goods.]

Truly?

[he walks backward toward them without waiting for her to answer, waving a finger and then taking off.]

I'll be back in hardly a moment!

[and off he goes. true to his word, he hardly takes a moment—but in that moment he manages to stuff five or six (or seven or eight) more into his pockets and out of sight. when he returns he's three in his hand and one in his mouth.

he crunches and]

Oh, how rude of me. In times like this there should be proper introductions before we get into such heavy biz, eh?

[wipeyourfeet]

[Wes looks over to the man. He seems normal enough. He holds out his hand to shake.]

Glad I'm not the only confused one. Wes Mitchell.

[mynameonyourpanties]

Of course it's your fault! Maybe if you hadn't decided to take the scenic route we wouldn't be here!

[wipeyourfeet]

This is so like you. If you'd just shut up and listen, you would have heard that the Initiative brought us here, not me!

[mynameonyourpanties]

and if you had taken the short way instead of the scenic route, we would be eating burritos and not be on the moon.

And you could go back with your boring dismal life in that hotel while I got victory sex for putting Crowl away.

So, yes - it is your fault we're here.

[badnewsboy]

[anything interesting? well, there's a fourteen year old boy, conveniently sneaking around the cookie table and lifting as many cookies as he can before shoving them in his pockets. (he needs a stash for later, who knows where he'll be when he needs a sugar rush?) it's hard to tell exactly what anyone thought a short boy of this age would do for them, really. upon closer inspection there may be something kind of odd about him, misplaced, maybe. it's something that even an astute mortal may be able to place if they were trying.

all and all the variety of people and their differences weren't something that bothered him. there were far more different creatures that lived among the Nine Realms than he could ever count, and their audiences were oft requested by the All-Mother for their republic. government things he usually listened into but never interfered in (except with the blackmail, there was always something).

but right now.

cookies.]

[bunnivore]

Yeah.

[ alice turns to the voice, as if expecting it to be someone she knows. anyone would do really, as long as she could recognize who it is and make them take her back. seeing that it was a stranger she pouts, just for a second. this place really makes her mad.

she can't tell if this means this girl knows who he is but she will take her chances. it seems to be leaning more towards a yes anyway. ]

So you, have you seen him? [ sooner or later she'll have a nickname for her and she won't just be 'you'. ]

[wipeyourfeet]

[Wes bristles. This is getting serious. He grabs the front of his shirt.] It's not my goddamn fault.

[mynameonyourpanties]

[and in return he's grabbing a fistful of blazer because this would be easier if you still wore ties]

Well I don't see any other reason why we're here.

[fintastic]

Are you sure about that? I thought it was made from grazebeast milk.

[ He does get a little laugh at the dramatics, though. ]

[wipeyourfeet]

[Leans in closer] We're here... because of the Initiative. They brought us here to play soldier, and right now, we're all each other has, so stop pissing me the fuck off so we can actually look out for each other.

[horncrown]

[ Bulks of people scattered and separated quickly in their venture to acclimatize themselves. Some were distraught over various reasons. It seemed the foremost and most obvious was how they came here and why. Then the concern for their previous endeavors; the fear rattling about when they realize they are not anywhere familiar or surrounded by anyone familiar; the anger that came toward how someone would dare do such a thing. So it went on and on causing plenty of influx and all sort of amusing the young Darth.

Maul had settled himself against a wall and strangely seemed to have gone relatively unnoticed by many people. He continues to watch and listen (also feeling something negative and strange in the distance that nags at his interest) but something else has caught those yellow bloodshot eyes.

It's hardly the act that piques him - the stealing of whatever (carnivore, excuse him) - but it's what he feels about this child. Something incredibly chaotic. ]

[fintastic]

See? I just want to give you all the scratches!

[ Which she does, giving him a little scratch behind the ears. ]

[fintastic]

Yeah! Why, id there something you wanted to know?