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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.

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[ Oh, he knows that look — the dazed, disbelieving one. There's no more new Transport a look in all the ranges of human expression.

So he heads toward Roy already with a warm smile in place, dressed in his usual ornate robes and with his twin fancy golden cross-tipped staffs secured at a loop in his belt. He's a pretty holy-looking dude, all in all. ]

Hi! Let me guess — new, right?

[Roy's eyes narrow involuntarily and a look of suspicion casts over him. It's nothing personal, it's just that he's not yet ready to accept that whatever is going on here is his new reality.

Finally, his expression changes and he tries to seem more casual.]

That obvious, huh?

Yeah, a little. [ He offers an apologetic smile. ] But we also just get really good at picking it out, too. There's a new shipment every month.

[Still not entirely at ease, he raises an eyebrow.] Sounds like the turnover rate here is in the toilets.

Well...

[ Man, he wishes he could refute that. But... ]

At least I can tell you it isn't death. The Transporter, uh... I'm not sure, glitches, or something, and sends people back home again throughout the month. Then it's programmed to bring in a new wave every month, I guess to make up for that. [ Again with that apologetic smile. It's a pretty basic look for new Transports. ] So, you're one of the lucky targets. But, hey, there's a pretty good chance you'll know people from home. Have you looked around much yet?

[He feels anything but lucky right now, but he doesn't say as much.]

Not yet. It seems like they were in a hurry to move us through. Now I know how cattle must feel.

Yeah, sorry about that. But the good news is that you're in good company now. We're all in the same position here -- just, some of us have been here longer than others.

[Not very comforting, bro.]

How much longer is longer?