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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! ]]
bunnivore: (♚ motherfuckers got nothing)

[personal profile] bunnivore 2013-11-03 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Oh? Who do I have to fight? Did he run off like a scared puppy?

[ y'know, despite it's them who's in a different place. god.

STOP BEING SO AMBIGUOUS YOU MARINE PRODUCT. ]
retraced: (SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY)

[personal profile] retraced 2013-11-03 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
No one! I just said that!

[HE'S GETTING TO IT how does one segue into 'btw you're on the moon'.]

Are you sure you don't remember anything that woman said?
tergiversant: (Trolling - Hello)

[personal profile] tergiversant 2013-11-03 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
I'll be careful, mister. [Now that they were further from the crowd and the noise, he could hear it now and then. Something outside scraping.]
dayplanners: (pic#6855102)

[personal profile] dayplanners 2013-11-03 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Never! I've been on Earth this whole time. Hmm, I didn't think I'd get to see it either!
bunnivore: (♚ the queen does not have time for you)

[personal profile] bunnivore 2013-11-03 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ the moon always did look tasty, maybe she'll be okay with it. ]

Just a little about training and a government. [ she doesn't know that the latter is... ] It all sounded stupid. They made me pick something out but all I need are these.

[ lifting up a leg she shows off her signature boots. yeah! ]
fintastic: (herp)

[personal profile] fintastic 2013-11-03 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Well... surprise! [ She gestures around the room. ] You're on the moon now! I hope it is everything you thought it would be.
vaccination: (capable.)

[personal profile] vaccination 2013-11-03 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Better safe than sorry, right? Feel free to grab one. We kinda insist that you do.

[You know, in case there happens to be a zombie attack within the next few hours or something.]
reunites: (right out of your lungs;)

[personal profile] reunites 2013-11-03 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Huh? Oh, yeah, we're okay! [He smiles broadly. He's very much taking this in stride, all things considered.] Noishe just gets kinda nervous around strangers, and we weren't... really expecting to be here.
dayplanners: (pic#6853639)

[personal profile] dayplanners 2013-11-03 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Cheerfully:] I don't know! Oh, but it's probably important, huh?

[Yep, yep, definitely important. She nods to herself, then points behind him.] Let's find out what's making that noise.
reunites: (bout damn time I got around the country;)

[personal profile] reunites 2013-11-03 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Noishe sniffs her hand, and whines again, but will allow her to pet him if she likes.]

See, Noishe, friendly, like I said.
hyanaimne: Storm bringer. (Arrn’ess.)

[personal profile] hyanaimne 2013-11-03 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[it's as she's walking around, taking a break from the clinic table that she over hears Loki's . . . well, curious statement]

Ball of cheese? What cheese?
senseandcecilbility: (safely)

[personal profile] senseandcecilbility 2013-11-03 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you, madam. That is most certainly a wise decision.

May I ask your name? Mine is Kevin Cecil.
retraced: (it's only in your mind)

[personal profile] retraced 2013-11-03 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Wait -

[He'd insisted that he hadn't needed a weapon either, so they'd done something to his Pandora emblem that he still hasn't been able to figure out.]

Did they do something to your shoes?
bunnivore: (♚ what are you looking at?)

[personal profile] bunnivore 2013-11-03 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
I guess...

[ ~it's a mystery~ ]
mallarkey: except on award-winning tv (being bald does not equal dealing drugs)

[personal profile] mallarkey 2013-11-03 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Do you just... you just go down there?

[ He frowns a little, inclining his head. He holds up his hands after a moment, continuing quickly: ]

Uh, just trying to figure it all out. Like-- [ And now pantomiming his mind blowing. ] You know, it's a lot to take in all at once.
kirifuda: (clear | the french have a phrase for it)

[personal profile] kirifuda 2013-11-03 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Shotaro's free hand, the one not white-knuckled on the Denden Sensor, lifts to curl in the hair at the back of Philip's head. Philip alone was bad enough. Philip alone without the Library--he leans closer.

One month, sixteen hours, forty-two minutes, six seconds. He had a lot to make up for.
]

We'll get it back, Philip. [That explains why the hell he was in the vents. It doesn't surprise him at all that Philip would want to be away from the stale, technological world of the Transport pad, and away from these people who wouldn't engage (and indulge) him as familiarly as Shotaro can. He turns his face into Philip's hair.]

We're gonna make it work. All right?
mallarkey: (#screaming internally)

[personal profile] mallarkey 2013-11-03 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, so it's mandatory. Okay. Very thoughtful.

[ And convenient, thank god. ]

But it's just a precaution, right? How often do people even need them?
dayplanners: (pic#6855099)

[personal profile] dayplanners 2013-11-03 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
It's great, great, really great! Aaaahhh, it's even better than I imagined!

[A pause, where she actually calms down some.]

Oh, you know a lot about this moon base, don't you?
unmasking: (ok spider on everything has its charm)

Peter Parker (Spider-Man) | Marvel (Earth-1610)

[personal profile] unmasking 2013-11-03 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Pajamas. I seriously get a new suit that becomes whatever I want it to look like, and I think—comfy! Great, that's great, and at least I didn't go for fluffy pajamas with lots of bears or slippers because then I'd really look bad.

(Somewhere, someone's going look at your costume. I just know it.)

And then I think—Spider-Man! And that's great, too. But I go for jeans and it isn't cutting it. So it's either pajamas or a Spider-Man costume and something tells me that walking around in that get-up is going to get a few stares. Or I might potentially enter a situation I'm realllly not prepped for.

Ignoring all the other obvious moral quandaries about picking up a suit that's supposed to evolve with me. But the other option wasn't one that was available. Not right now.


Of course, that's Peter ignoring some of the other implications, starting with the fact that he should be dead. He's felt like he should be dead before. That time when Captain America found him under the rubble is pretty high on the list of "should be dead" moments. And he knows, he knows he could've asked. He could've said, "So, hey, why am I not dead?" But somehow, he doesn't want to ask. There's a million questions that go along with that, and he doesn't want to think that life after death means going to fight a war with a creepy costume with a bunch of other people. Seriously.

So, he avoids it. He thinks he might avoid it for a while if that's possible. He's here, and despite being fairly certain that last blast from Norman Osborn sealed the deal, he's not injured. He's sore, sure, but injured? Not quite. It's like it was all a bad dream and he just fell asleep at the wrong desk. (He wishes. He really wishes.) Instead, he moves on. He puts on the less tattered suit and makes a note to himself: get alternative clothes later. Seriously. Even if it means a bad job.

Right, he thinks to himself once he gets exploring. Now, Peter's idea of "comfy pajamas" isn't that unusual. He's wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and a gray T-shirt. Time to go walk around in this random moon station. That sounds great. That definitely sounds like something I planned on doing today. Any day.

... Actually, what am I saying? I'm on the moon!
]
Edited 2013-11-03 06:28 (UTC)
kyoumibukai: (actual sadness)

[personal profile] kyoumibukai 2013-11-03 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[His heart feels like it's beating for the first time since he arrived.]

Yes, yes. When we are back on Earth. I will explain all of that later.

[He sighs. There's a moment of silence when he fists his hand in the back of Shotaro's vest, ignoring the wrinkles he's putting in the only vest his partner probably has.]

I... I'm sorry. It was hard. I put you through that feeling for an entire year.
unmasking: (hidey-ho neighbors!)

[personal profile] unmasking 2013-11-03 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Peter is in pajamas. Very simple pajamas, but they're pajamas just the same. He feels a little foolish, but he can't pass up the opportunity to make bad jokes about the moon. If only there were more opportunities, but he has a feeling he's going to run out in a few days.

Actually, maybe he should keep going.

Nah, why not?]


No one could decide what kind of cheese it was. [After a moment, Peter presses his own face up against the glass. Definitely the moon. It's amazing, at least to a sixteen-year-old boy still enamored by some of his adventures (and he's letting himself be enamored by this one for a few reasons).] All that uncertainty gives it away. But we'd end up mining it for resources and then there wouldn't be a moon, so maybe that got there first.
unmasking: (what was that? i'm cute?)

[personal profile] unmasking 2013-11-03 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Peter has seen that face before. Actually, he's seen get ups like that, too, but he's learned not to make any assumptions. Quickly. That doesn't keep him from thinking it, but he knows better to say it.

Especially dressed up like he is. No one's going to take a kid seriously who decided that he'd use his extra special tech to get a different get up ... and he got stuck in pajamas. (Because the alternative isn't great, either.) He'll have to figure it out further, but for now?

Now, he'll talk. It's something, right?]


Hey, do you feel like this is like one of those cellphone company agreements? Like, somewhere in the fine print it said: one trip to the moon after six months of service to fight a war, and you just missed it? [There's a beat.] Or, uh, maybe it's just me.
shotup: (you want to stop dying)

[personal profile] shotup 2013-11-03 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Still not entirely at ease, he raises an eyebrow.] Sounds like the turnover rate here is in the toilets.
shotup: (pic#6037569)

[personal profile] shotup 2013-11-03 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, because cookies fix everything. [He doesn't mean to sound so sarcastic (this time) but it's hard not to. Dick has always been short, but this is ridiculous and Roy can't say he's a fan of his self-conscious projecting this level of weirdness.

Another few moments of awkward staring before Roy clears his throat.]


This is too surreal. I can't take you seriously like this.
shotup: (pic#5898476)

[personal profile] shotup 2013-11-03 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
[At last, someone with a sense of humor! Roy can totally get behind this.]

Heh, yeah. Or you know those contests they have in malls to win a new Toyota? Maybe we skimmed the entry form and missed a key sentence or several. [He shakes his head, at least somewhat amused now.] Either way, I need to opt out. I've got responsibilities to tend to.