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exsilium MODS ([personal profile] initiates) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-10-31 02:25 pm

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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! ]]
coiffeur: (talking ❚ gothic red eyes)

[personal profile] coiffeur 2013-11-10 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
I'd be thankful for that, but to burden you with-[He's about to tease Beni more when Ren starts to pixelate. His face turns much more serious, his tone changes.] Ren! [He worries about what Aoba would do if Ren broke under his watch -- well, more like he is just there but still. What flashes before him stuns him and Beni, too. He reaches an arm out to grab onto Ren's different form, but before long, Ren chances back.]

Ya didn't tell me you can do thatT Do it again! Tell me how ya do it! [Beni speaks before he can as he's stunned.] I want a human form here, too, so you better give me one you asshole! [Beni says to him, bumping into him. That snaps him back into what just happened.] Ren, you- are you alright? What just, I- did you just? [He can't even form a proper questions since he's still shocked and dumbfounded.]
coiffeur: (agree ❚ went out with another boy)

[personal profile] coiffeur 2013-11-10 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Friends and family would do more than just wonder, I bet, especially if you have someone special in your life. [And that easy going tone comes back almost naturally rather than a jarring transition.]

[So maybe she is being humble, but still, the ability to fight doesn't mean one should fight.] Their reasons are still mysterious, even if they attempt to be transparent. It still should be our choice, but I have a feeling it won't be easy to get back, but enough of such depressing talk. [He smiles at her again.] My name is Koujaku, what should I call you? [He has one hand tucked inside his kimono, but he offers a free one out towards her.]
coiffeur: (relax ❚ most people call me Vampire)

[personal profile] coiffeur 2013-11-10 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Lead the way and I'll follow, you... [He pauses, but makes a smooth transition.] I should know your name, shouldn't I? Especially a woman that has such a compassionate heart. Do you mind sharing your name with me? Mine's Koujaku, if that makes things easier.
hotdate: (Ego trips and stupid slip ups)

[personal profile] hotdate 2013-11-10 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[And Heath sure didn't carry anything THAT flammable around as a matter of principle. Then, he remembered. Fishing into his pocket, he pulled out his iCoffin, putting up the text menu and handing it over]

Here you go, my buggy bro.
coiffeur: (beni ❚ for you ok!)

[personal profile] coiffeur 2013-11-10 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Apparently to fight in some war or conflict. [But having someone her age here... did they have no shame? It angers him now that he thinks about it, but it's hard to tell since he still looks composed. On the other hand, his little bird looks like it's even more worked up and huffier than before.] Is that your allmate? It's very impressive.

He looks like a punk to me! All show and nothing special I bet! [The little bird speaks, sounding very agitated.]
iwakeup: (52)

Chris Pratt | The Lookout

[personal profile] iwakeup 2013-11-10 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
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! ]

wolfchild: (knight ❱❰)

[personal profile] wolfchild 2013-11-10 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ she makes herself into the picture of innocence. ]

I didn't say anything.
reunites: (put the gloves on;)

[personal profile] reunites 2013-11-10 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Okaaay....

[He goes a few more steps and then glances back over his shoulder again compulsively -- to find her still there.]

Are you coming, too?
wolfchild: (promise ❱❰)

[personal profile] wolfchild 2013-11-10 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
It's not like I have any place else to go. [ you know. being ( supposedly ) dead and all. and stuck on the moon.

nymeria keeps pace alongside her, her eyes moving from noishe to lloyd.
]
shotup: (but if you're looking for a fist)

[personal profile] shotup 2013-11-10 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
I don't wear that anymore. [Which sounds pretty stupid, now that he says it aloud.]
shotup: (and one more thing)

[personal profile] shotup 2013-11-10 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Roy lets out a soft laugh.]

I think the Oz references are going over my head now.
reunites: (you wanted an encore;)

[personal profile] reunites 2013-11-10 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Why aren't you leading the way, then? You're the one who knows where to go.

[or is she just here to make fun of him while he looks in wrong places.]
wolfchild: (care ❱❰)

[personal profile] wolfchild 2013-11-10 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
You seem to know where everything is. Mayhaps you'll find someplace new. I want to be there when you do. [ c: ]
reunites: (if I could see my potential;)

[personal profile] reunites 2013-11-10 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He sighs. Yeah, she's here to make fun of him. But it's not like he can do anything to stop her.]

-- Fine.

[But if he's letting this happen, he's not going to just have her follow behind him all creepsville. He hangs back to fall in step beside her, and Noishe follows suit to fall in step beside him, opposite from Nymeria.]

What's your name, anyway?
Edited (grr words) 2013-11-10 04:47 (UTC)
oncearanger: (lost in it)

[personal profile] oncearanger 2013-11-10 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
There's a virus that hijacks their bodies, keeping them active even as they decay. And there's a biological imperative to spread the infection and destroy normal life.
pixieboots: (Default)

[personal profile] pixieboots 2013-11-10 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
You're not worried about your ID?

[ It's a mystifying idea, but still not totally foreign. At least not here, where he's spent months twisting himself into knots to keep the secret. Steph and Helena don't bother. Not anymore.

But that- that sure does sound like it's something that would predate showing up here today. ]
wolfchild: (profile ❱❰)

[personal profile] wolfchild 2013-11-10 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ a victorious little smirk plays about her lips. the girl clasps her hands behind her back, and tilts her chin up. ]

Cat.
shotup: (and don't forget to mention)

[personal profile] shotup 2013-11-10 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes I am. I worry about my daughter, but I--

[He stops short, realizing what he's said, looking a little sheepish.]

Yeah. Generally speaking, I'm not worried.
reunites: (I make my living off of words;)

[personal profile] reunites 2013-11-10 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Cat, okay. I'm Lloyd, and you already met Noishe.

[Noishe whines.

Gesturing to Nymeria:]


What's his name?
wolfchild: (criticize ❱❰)

[personal profile] wolfchild 2013-11-10 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ annoyance colors her face. thoroughly unimpressed: ] Her. She's a she.
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ᴍᴀʀɢᴀʀɪᴛᴀ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2013-11-10 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ and, predictably, she's more than happy to accept the invitation, taking hold of his hand. truth be told, she's several questions, but none that aren't terribly typical, and, honestly, have been answered by the technicians. ]

So, what, were they playing some kind of prank back there? A war. Seriously. Do they know they're being assholes about this draft, or?
reunites: (and the band leaves the stage;)

[personal profile] reunites 2013-11-10 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! [whoops] Her, sorry, her. What's her name?
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ʙᴇʟʟɪɴɪ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2013-11-10 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
I'd probably kill for a mint julep, personally, but I'd take what I can get.

[ which, honestly, can't be had in cookie or lollipops, so for now, it has to remain wishful thinking.

but they're in space. stars. there's got to be enough shooting stars to make that a reality, right? it totally makes sense.

either way, at the question, she straightens with a slight swell of pride.
]

I'm a doctor. A psychiatrist. [ mostly. ] Doctor Julia Hoffman, Mister...?
haigyi: (still remembers like it's yesterday)

<3

[personal profile] haigyi 2013-11-10 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
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."
pomerenian: artist?? (fading as i follow you)

[personal profile] pomerenian 2013-11-10 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Ren turns back to face them, head cocked to the side. Ah, now that he considers it, what he'd just done could be alarming. After all, he's not in a Rhyme field, so using his Rhyme form shouldn't be possible. At Beni's demand request, Ren begins pixelating into his Rhyme form again. He stands there a little awkwardly, looking sheepish. A human face can express so much more than his small robotic one.]

When I arrived, the Initiative had me choose a weapon. I selected my Rhyme form because it seemed most beneficial in this environment. I thought it would help Aoba most to be able to utilize me in this manner, though he was also provided a weapon.