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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.

[[ ooc; As a note for players of current characters: please keep your root comments confined to the various groups and organizations that set up root comments to greet new characters! We highly encourage tagging around here, but since it's a log meant for new characters specifically, we ask that they be the ones to set up root threads to the entry. Thank you, and happy playing! ]]

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natalie goodman | next to normal | ota

[invisibled]

a. shortly after arrival, in the greeting area

[This is so fucked.

It's all she can think as she's given a brief explanation of why she's here and ushered through the area. Every ounce, every inch of her is unsuited for this, all the way down to her clothing; an oversized plaid shirt worn over plain leggings, hardly appropriate for someone in a war.

Once the situation has been explained and she knows what's going on, it all seems that much more unreal. It sounds awful, yeah, and something should be done about it — but not by her. She wasn't made for this kind of situation. She doesn't even know how to get her own life in order - she's not going to be any use in saving an entire world. She's too young for this, besides. Shouldn't there be a way to limit their search to functioning adults, not teenage girls?

It's after the explanations are over that she's wandering through the crowd, scanning hurriedly through the tablet they'd given her for some mention of an exit or escape plan. The farther she goes, the more the fear and uncertainty settle in. Was there really no way to get back?]

God damn it! [It's practically screamed.]

b. later, near a window in the observatory

[She gives herself time to calm, but now more than ever, she's determined to hold it together. If she freaks out or breaks down, she won't be able to pick up the pieces; she's certain of it. Whatever that scraping noise is, she's determined not to think about it just yet. She can check later when she's feeling more stable. So she turns to whoever's closest to her, adopting an aura of slight annoyance rather than the stark panic she's feeling inside.]

It really is some 1984 bullshit here, isn't it? This is insane.

b.

[lucency]

No mind-control, I'm afraid.

[ belle's busy ignoring the scraping noise as well, but is running low on distractions, having temporarily given out a certain quota of first aid kits. so when a conversation sparks - and one about books, nonetheless! - she's eager to pick it up. ]

I'm - assuming you meant the book.

[ WE GOTTA CHECK. ]

genesis ( OC ) | open

[nosebleeds]

[trips on your foot]

[lucency]

[ - well, that's not good.

it catches belle by surprise as she moves through the crowd, and she throws out her hands to keep him from falling completely to the ground. every little bit helps, right? ]

Careful! Are you alright?

[eyecontact]

[ow!

Jericho bounces a step or two back himself, because dang, grown-ass man's boots. still wincing, he rocks forward and reaches for a shoulder, hoping to make sure the guy didn't like...break his nose or something...]

Yosuke Hanamura // Persona 4 // Open

[juneshero]

[Yosuke can say with confidence that he's seen a few things and been around the block a couple of times. Saving the world from evil Gods that used fog and helping Ted clear up his world in the process? Yeah, it sounded a little like the manga and movies Yosuke loved so much. So you would think that being thrown into a situation like this would be a lot easier to swallow.

... Except the teen wasn't sure if his stomach was knotting up from excitement or nerves.

If Yosuke thought about it, he would say that this was a bit like going into the TV the first time, only without the jarring entrance and without his partner and Chie. Though it was thoughtful of the Initiative to provide them weapons right off the bat. He thinks. He's not sure and feels about as lost as a few of the other people he had shown up with looked. At least the head guys had let him keep his headphones - now firmly over his ears - because Yosuke wasn't sure what he would do without them.

Panic, probably. In the meantime, he's completely taken by the view because they were on the MOON?!]

... This is so ridiculous.


[ooc: for the record, slow tags will be slow because I'm trying to study for a midterm while preparing for a presentation. Your regularly scheduled tagging will resume in two weeks orz]

two weeks is when I finally get a day off anyway we're cool

[lazyinlove]

What? The future thing, or the moon thing?

[Thank fuck his tablet has enough charge to run the translator. Because this dude is totally speaking Chinese or something.]

[kirifuda]

[Shotaro is in the midst of eating a cookie, at the moment. He glances sideways at Yosuke, at the headphones, and rolls his eyes. Who wore headphones and then talked like that, Yosuke, god.

(Says the man who often provides his own personal narration. Out loud.) He raises his voice a little as he finishes off the cookie, putting his hands on his hips and looking out.]

You know, I've seen a thing or two, but this is a new level of unbelievable.

[Then he looks at Yosuke, and tips the hat perched firmly on his head.]

[zessica]

[Yosuke may feel tap at his side as someone accidentally bumps into him, before a hand is placed on his shoulder so said someone can catch her balance. There's probably a muttered apology as well, but if he hears that or not is up to the headphones.

Soon, the person, obviously a female, settles for standing next to him to look at the view, though she does seem pretty uneasy.]

Cassie Ainsworth | Skins

[fairyonacid]

[Everyone thought she was mad back home, and while she's not sure if she's ever had a complete mental break, she can't ever remember a time when she had such vivid hallucinations. Not even when she was little and created all those imaginary friends just so she wasn't lonely.

The blonde is mostly walking through with her mouth open, looking like she's in a drugged stage. It's a little hard to take in. But it hasn't really hit her that this is her reality. Maybe Chris just got some good pills again.

Yeah, that's it. Her eyes blink slowly and she walks towards the observation deck. Fingers spread on the glass as she looks out. It's all kind of beautiful though. Space. Big and dark, and lonely. She wishes the others came on this trip with her. Sid would have liked it. He likes nerdy things like this.

Hmm. It's all sort of lovely though. Even how sad the world looks. It's very pretty. The clouds swirl and the ocean is so very blue. She'd wonder if this is some acid trip, but nothing is moving. The colors are beautiful, but not bright.

Maybe she just is mad.]

[unmasking]

[In Peter's experience as Spider-Man, seeing someone walking around with an open mouth in a daze usually does mean someone's on a drug trip. Usually, it's harmless. If someone like that gets caught in a fray, he'd make sure to whip out something from D.A.R.E. to ensure that that individual should be smarter later on.

Of course, he doesn't have any illusions that his helpful little statements ever got through to anyone. He's not that stupid.

Either way, he doesn't actually say anything to her until he notices her in the observation deck. When she's pressed up against the glass, he takes it upon him to check up on her. Sure, he doesn't look any better, all dressed up in bed clothes like an idiot, but either way, it seems like a good idea to help someone.

At least he'd distract himself from ... himself. And he needs that right now.]

How d'you like it? [The question is asked as he comes to look out the glass, too. He's been there a few times already, but he keeps being drawn back. He can't help himself.]

[lazyinlove]

[Oh, man. Cadie said these ones were fun, but...well. More fun than the blue ones. The blue ones got him way too excited. But, these ones....god.

Where the hell is he? Because he's just about tripping his balls off right now. Is he dreaming about the moon again? What a crazy, fucked up dream.

He doesn't even notice the blond girl until it's too late, and he's bumped right into her. He cracks his nose off the window, too.]

Ow!

Shijima Kuro'okano | Nabari no Ou | OTA!

[ex_catty656]

[The scrawny little girl in the light pink dress might be absolutely darling, if not for her frightful tangle of white hair, severe expression, and bright yellow eyes. She slouches in a way that looks godawful for the spine, but she twitches, too, going from slack-shouldered to high-strung every time she catches something in her peripheral vision. Her eyes dart here - there - and she generally seems uncomfortable, and perhaps angry about being uncomfortable. Never mind all this stupidity about the moon; she can deal with that later. She doesn't even trust all of what she's seeing, not really. Instead of gaping at her surroundings, she's stomping around, her sour face announcing to anyone who will listen: ] I'm looking for someone. [The words themselves are kind of vulnerable, but the way she says them almost makes them seem like a scold.] I'm looking for someone.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest watches the little girl stomp around for a bit, curiously. It wasn't odd, per say, to see children here, but it still made her angry - this wasn't a place for them, dammit. Seeing another here just added fuel to her hate of the Initiative]

Who are you looking for, girl?

[pomerenian]

[What draws Ren to her first is what she's saying. It reminds him of when he first arrived and looking for Aoba. And though he's inclined to help all Transports, this one strikes more of a nerve with him. So he approaches, a small puppy that is easy to miss except for the uncharacteristically deep, robotic voice that comes from him.]

Greetings. I will assist you if I am able. Please describe the person you are looking for.

tl;dr for HAPPY TO SEE YOU

[owlbrain]

[sounds and noises, sounds and noises and creeping, crawling things that apparently can't die even when Kouichi tries killing them all make for an extremely frustrating time. The only reason he remembers that it's Transport day is when the network cuts out -- power lost thanks to the transporter pad, and he figures that he might as well head on over and intercept any lingering Transports. He'll tell them the news, advise them to head to the housing wings if they can't fight, advise them to be careful if they can, and return to the zombies.]

[and as quickly as he accepts that train of thought, he just as quickly abandons it. Lips curl, shoulders fall, and he's moving once more -- faster this time, in order to reach the one person Kouichi could never fail to recognize.]

Shijima. [Shiratama. He's not wearing the clothes she saw him in last, and there's the barest hint of blood staining his left sleeve, and the smell too -- of actual dead things is wrapped around him. but ignoring all that, he's the same old bird with the same stupid smile on his face]

[bunnivore]

[ alice was looking for someone too, but too lost in the crowd to shout just yet. she will eventually, but for now her attention is on this girl who has spoken up. ]

What? [ the harsh response was more reflexive than anything until she relaxes and continues on. traces of the initial annoyed tone is still left in her voice. ] Tch, at least call them by their name if you want to find them.

[ but really who is she to tell this to others? she has nicknames for basically everyone she knows, that and the title 'man-servant' for one too. ]

a really big cat thing | guild wars 2 (oc)

[encharrneered]

[ a. arrival ]

[ Rinth's arrival may as well be Charr personified, because she arrives loudly, angrily, and ready to commit acts of violence. The greeter on duty made several mistakes. First, she decided to be human and deal with a massive six foot, ten, maybe eleven inch tall mass of fur, claws, teeth, horns, who still having the audacity to bristle with weapons on top of all that, that simply does not like humans.

The second was implying they could improve one of her weapons.

This lead to a great misunderstanding and a whole lot of shouting, but, with luck, no one died. It also eventually leads to that same tawny-furred creature stalking out into the observatory and immediately casting the tall shield she'd finally settled on aside without a care of where (or on whom) it might land. ]

Hf. Piece of trash...

[ She growls and looks around, her lips drawn back in a snarl she doesn't imagine will ever really fade while here. Ugh, she's surrounded by mice, although that gives her no end to people to ask. Rinth raises her voice and turns to the nearest person she can loom over. ]

The exit. Where is it?

[ b. at least there's something to kill ]

[ Seriously. At least there's something to kill.

Once she's come to terms that there really isn't a way back or even away from the base, she's retrieved her shield and has pulled one of the weapons off of her back. Harpoon gun, bigger than most. It'll do. No need to waste regular ammo.

She heard there's undead lurking outside the observatory, so here's one newbie heading straight for those doors. ]

a!

[ex_catty656]

[And here we have a really small cat thing, even if she doesn't look it right now. Seriously, Shijima's like two and a half feet shorter than Rinth, and her deep slouch makes her seem even smaller. When the shield lands and clatters, Shijima jumps, feet all the way off of the ground, and when she turns and sees Rinth, she bristles. Were she formed like a cat right now, she'd be bristling. As it is, her eyes are wide and bright, and - instinctively, since her catty mannerisms aren't generally so pronounced - there's a thin growl coming from her throat. She might start hissing at any moment, never mind Rinth's actual question.]

Francœur | A Monster in Paris | Open

[smallest]

[Well, this certainly looked like a very tall...man? The dim lights did not show much, though his red eyes were glowing. He looked around this new place. He heard enough to understand the basics though it was difficult to ask for clarification when all he could do was chirp at the greeter.

The strange noises, however, were not discussed at all. The sound of scraping alarmed him and he rasped quietly. He reached for the nearest person and he gently tapped their shoulder. Would they know what was making that sound? He looked at them and then to where the noises came from.]

Re: Francœur | A Monster in Paris | Open

[hellosailor]

[In the confusion of first showing up, lost as all get-out and being fed and aggressive info-dump by the broad in the robes, and when he'd first ended up in the tv room, without much light to see by, he'd barely noticed how strange the other people he was here with were. Now though? There was a lot of rainbow hair, he thought he saw a member of a stage production of cats, and in general it was more freaks than he was used to seeing outside of Mardi Gras. So when, as he's scouting the best way out of the room and to something like a defensible position, someone taps him on the shoulder, he's already high-strung.

When he turns around to see a- a man? A hell of a lot taller than him (and look, Victor's not used to being loomed over), he almost shits himself, and barely manages not to fall on his ass when he jumps back.] Holy shit!

Well what in the hell are you supposed to be?

[If his fingers stray towards the gun on his hip, well, he can't exactly be blamed for that. But even he's got a clue firing off shots on the goddamn moon might not go over well.]

lydia martin | ota

[hear]

[ Everything was okay. Everything was supposed to be okay now. So, why the hell was everything sooo not okay? Had she blacked out again? Because it wouldn't be the first time; it wouldn't even be the third time. She fully expects to find a body dripping in blood nearby, but she's surrounded by people — very-much-alive people. Okay, Lydia, just go back over every detail, she thinks to herself, eyes darting around the gray, steely room and the bewildered faces. She was definitely in Deaton's clinic last, ready to finally go back home and sleep after being awake for over 24 hours (Jesus, she's exhausted), there was a white light— Nope, stop right there. Okay, definitely too X-Files for her. An alien abduction? Seriously?

Soon a tablet is being shoved into her hands, vague instructions about choosing a weapon for a war that she did not sign up for. Or even heard of. She thinks of Jennifer Blake, calling her a banshee, like it was something to be used to her advantage, something that could surprise even an evil Druid. So, she waves off the offer for a sword or some other blunt, metal object with a brisk 'No, I'm fine.' Besides that means she's saying yes to fighting. Which she was not. This was not her war. This wasn't even her planet from what they were telling her.

After some noisy stomping of her boot wedges and a few loud choice words about how she can get a one-way ticket out of this freakshow, they finally exit the room and enter some sort of observatory... Okay. They're on the moon. For real. She's calmed down (for the most part), but she's focused her attention to reading over every piece of available information she can access on the tablet — while attempting to repair the connection. ]

Well, this is a lot of useless information. Wonderful.

[lucency]

Not all of it.

[ belle understands the nervousness and the anxiety, even now, and it's an immediate grab to her sympathy to see the new transports every month. their bewildered faces, even if they don't struggle to accept it. the denial, when it falls upon the most stubborn of them.

she stands behind the girl, first aid kit in hand (and lollipop, though she supposes she won't need that part; she can't help it, it comes standard), almost tentative, though not quite reserved as she stands a few steps back, slightly hopeful look on her face as she attempts to be helpful. anything to help the new ones settle in, to get them used to it, to get this war won faster and get back home. she does have a town to protect, after all. ]

Here. [ she takes a step forward, offering the first aid kit out to her. ] Have you gotten one yet?

leaf / pokemon

[firespin]

[OPTION A: So, uh. While exploring new places and meeting new people is always fun, getting dragged to the moon in order to fight someone else's war is a little weird, even by her standards. Combine the fact that she left most of her team at home with all the creepy noises she keeps hearing, and Leaf is officially one unhappy camper. As it is, though, she's going to be trying not to get too down about that while peering out through one of the windows at the Observatory. Should you pass by her and her... fairly intimidating companion, you'll most likely hear her say:]

Hey, Charizard... I don't see Kanto down there.

[Yeah. We're not in fake Japan anymore, kids.

OPTION B: Eventually, she's going to get tired of squinting out the window and will chose to explore instead. Should you run across her and Charizard, she's definitely going to be stopping you via shouting at you like you're totally deaf or something.]

Hey, you! [WILL YOU MAKE EYE CONTACT???] I need to ask you a question!

[OPTION C: WE'RE FREESTYLING IT UP IN HERE. If there's any other way you want to bump into her, just go for it.]

B!

[coiffeur]

[Koujaku's thinking over things very carefully, actually his face looking more serious than usual. When he hears a voice, a female voice shouting, his serious face turns into one that's much more friendly. He turns around seeing a young woman and a... very impressive dragon allmate? The little bird on his shoulder tries to puff up to make itself look bigger.]

It'd be an honor to help a young woman such as yourself out, but I'm not sure if I'm the best person to ask because I'm new to this place myself.

koujaku | dramatical murder

[coiffeur]

[A: OPEN TO FEMALE CHARACTERS:

Koujaku will approach them, a friendly smile and polite demeanor to him. He looks relatively calm and control considering the massive info dump and where he is. The little bird on his shoulder looks rather friendly, too. His voice sounds reassuring and friendly.]

Miss, if you don't mind, I'd like to borrow a few minutes of your time. I'm sure in your heart you'd find kindness to help a stranger to this place.

[B: OPEN TO EVERYONE ELSE:

Koujaku's watching the others, standing in a corner by himself. It's not every day you see a man wearing a bright, lavish fancy kimono standing on the moon. He looks rather collected for what's just happened, but then his eyes narrow and he speaks.]

Beni! [A little bird flies off his shoulder and is now heading straight towards your character, maybe even crashing into them.]

[C: OPEN TO ALL

Got another idea? Go for it!]

b

[pomerenian]

[Thankfully Ren is a pretty small target ad opposed to everyone else here. He's been making his way through the crowds, greeting new Transports and trying to assisy them in any way that he can. He does it every month as part of helping Kido's gang out. But it's surprisinh when one of the Transports turns out to be a familiar face. Virus had arrived a while ago and disappeared just as quickly, so the odds of someone else from home arriving wasn't zero. The fact that it was someone he knew from home was where the odds weren't in his favor. Except for today, apparently! He hurries closet to yhe approaching bird, tail wagging a little.]

Greetings, Beni.

Yui Ikari | Evangelion TV |

[soul_of_01]

[A]

[It took a small while for Yui to brush away the despair of being dragged away from her home, work, and family. But after a short while she eventually manages to reclaim some semblance of her normal, rather cheerful state of mind, and could be found inspecting the various technology found throughout the station with a cookie in one hand and a kind look on her face.]

[B]

[Tired from both her sudden kidnapping and walking around for a bit, Yui could be found staring out one of the large windows, a look of wonder on her face despite the poor lighting and her recent departure from home.

Being from a world where space travel had been rendered nothing more then a distant dream by the Second Impact, there was something about being in space that spoke directly to her heart and a sense of scale that called into question the significance of humanity in the grand scheme of things.]

Wow...

Chris Pratt | The Lookout

[iwakeup]

Chris was confused. Something about weapons and time travel. Like a bad TV show, except he couldn't turn it off.

The woman had talked too fast and the words on the tablet danced uncooperatively in front of his eyes. The harder he tried to read them, the more wildly they boogied and jived. Looking too long made him feel sick, and a short moment later he was sick in a nearby trashcan.

He had just killed a guy and seen another one die. He was carrying two duffel bags of stolen American cash and a rifle.

Remembering that made Chris sick again. There was nothing left in his gut at this point, so he retched and spat up whatever his body would provide.

"I-I just wanna go back. Take me back."

He paced back and forth for a while. Whimpered and cried to himself. Rubbed his cheeks and eyes raw with the hem of his sleeve.

Chris couldn't remember how he had gotten here.

Couldn't figure out the sequence.

[ Just a note that Chris is already being taken to the clinic by another character, but anything before that is fine and dandy! ]

<3

[haigyi]

She heard the guy before she saw him, and she kept her distance, leaning against a wall and watching with gold eyes narrowed. She was a little beat up from fighting, taking a break, all full of keyed up energy, decided to take that break watching the new people filter in, a sick ritual that happened at the start of every month.

This guy had it bad, though. He got more and more agitated as he tried to read his tablet, he threw up, then spat up some bile and paced. Cried.

It was the crying that made her look away from him, some sort of discomfort twisting around in her gut. It was pathetic, but she could still hear him, somehow, over all the noise and din in the room. She couldn't look, her eyes scanned the crowd, and then found their way back to him. Again. Rubbing at his face with an overly long sleeve. Shivering.

"Shtako." she hissed under her breath, shoved herself away from the wall, and strode over toward him, approaching with an unreadable expression on her face, and calling out to him from a couple feet away, "Hey."