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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! ]]

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[The rest of the Jolly Roger's passengers are nowhere to be seen, so apparently the Initiative has decided to give the one person on that ship with a death wish something to live for.

Thanks. If he wanted a war not won on intellect and manipulations, he would have fought the damn ogres and saved a realm three hundred + twenty-eight years of agony.

Because he's not looking for Belle, he almost overlooks her, entirely. She's safe in Storybrooke. She wasn't traveling through portals, etc. Why would she have been a target for this-

what is that scritching sound

Really, we should thank the zombies, because it's that blasted sound and the search for the source of it that causes Gold's eyes to light on Belle. He stumbles a bit, nearly mistaking her for a vision, but the thought is shaken off entirely. After their goodbye on the dock, he'd made peace with never seeing her again and told himself a hundred patently believable, but otherwise very dark things to make himself feel better about it. And here she is.

Strange sounds forgotten, he steps up behind her, utterly relieved and looking like a complete lovestruck fool. So it's been roughly five minutes since they said goodbye. He was off to die in Neverland and if one good thing can come of that being halted, it's this.] I'm going to have to trust those instincts of yours more often. You were right.

[She did see him again, after all.]

[ oddly enough, it doesn't register at first that someone is talking to her. that he is talking to her. she misses him, of course (misses him desperately, with moods of others and situations reminding her - especially lately - that he isn't here, but he's fighting some other war, and she hasn't questioned it), but she's grown accustomed to him not being here.

they would see each other again, she knew. after he came home from neverland and after she helped them win this war. she hadn't been expecting before.

but there's a moment and it clicks and she turns around suddenly after giving away one of her first aid kits, and there he is.

she nearly drops the other, but keeps a grip on it as she practically barrels into him, arms around his neck and no, no, she is not letting go. her arms stay around him as she leans back, pulling him in for a kiss because it has been three months, actually - which could be sooner than she expected, really, but things get a little weary around here. ]

Did you - they took you, too?

[He only staggers a bit, cane slipping from his grip to clatter onto the floor, so he can embrace her right back. Clearly it's been longer than five minutes for her (maybe- she seems too settled to be newly arrived- perhaps more time had passed between that portal than he thought), but he's not going to complain about her exuberance.

If they're going to keep getting separated, he will damn well make each reunion he has with her more intense than the last. And when she pulls back out of the kiss, he presses his forehead to hers.]

They don't seem to care I have other wars. [What he'd been annoyed with to everyone else, he sounds pleasantly amused with to her. The Initiative might as well have interrupted teatime for the consideration he's paying their whims right now. Something about Belle's eyes makes the gravitas of everything fade into nothing.] Though from what I hear, there won't be much of anything to fight a war in if I don't fight this one, so... here I am.

[Able, unwilling, generally pissed off, but look, Belle!]

Is Storybrooke -

[ is storybrooke alright, she wants to ask, but she blinks, shaking her head, hands slipping down to his shoulders. she isn't crying, somehow, though there's a twinge at the corner of her eyes. ]

They found me before I could cast the cloaking spell. I'm sorry.

[ it isn't her fault, she knows, but it's more on behalf of the rest of the town, if anything. out of one war and into another, it seems to be, it always is with them, so perhaps he was expecting complications in the first place.

she presses her lips to his in another kiss, this one not quite as hurried and desperate, before she remembers the first aid kit she's held onto along with him. laughing, she steps back just enough to offer it to him. ]

Here. You'll - ah - you'll need this. [ oh look it's back to the MAGIC IS SUPER LAME thing. ]

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.]

[ she doesn't cry. instead, she laughs, reaching up to wipe any residual tears off with her sleeve. it's not a tantrum from being unable to do as she was told; she knows better than that. knows it was out of her control, knows that, when (if) they're sent back, she can pick up right where she started. but she isn't used to relief like this, recently. ] I'd certainly hope. I do want to know how they're faring.

[ if time really is standing still there (again), she'd just at least like updates on the town she's supposed to attempt to protect. some way to relay information. ]

They're for emergencies, [ she tells him, a playful warning creeping into her tone. ] We're trying to make sure that all new Transports have them. And that includes you.

If what I'm told is correct, our being here at all is preventing them faring badly. [he doesn't know if he believes that or not, but considering he was just following two realm-crossing kidnappers with a disdain for magic just moments before, he's not as doubting as he could be.

but the problem is here and he'll go mad worrying about neverland and storybrooke when he's stuck here. belle is here and has been for awhile and he finds himself looking her over, as if expecting to find a sign that she's been harmed in any way.]

And have they been treating you well here? [HONEST QUESTION. wars don't always lend themselves to the best conditions, but if she's handing out lollipops, it can't be that bad. maybe.]

[ she smiles, almost sadly, almost anxiously, because she knows that's the case. and yes, belle cares about the future and the generations that might live there, their descendants, but there's also the present to deal with. her present. whatever's happening with the united earth has little do with storybrooke, so far away.

she has faith, but it's situations like this that cause it to waver. ]

I'm fine. Really - everything's fine. [ the sadness dissipates, and belle reaches forward to take his hands, and then, obviously - ] Better, now that I get to see you again.

[That brings him some relief. He's already lost Baelfire and won't be getting him back this time. He can't lose her. Not again. Hopefully, his appearance here won't bring her undue suffering.

The touch, as always, is reassuring, regardless of his dark thoughts. There are good aspects to this. He's with her. He's spared an unfortunate end for a little while, regardless of the intentions behind that ending. He'll endure. He always does. And then he'll be back on the mission again.] I almost can't believe it. [And he can't stop looking at her, because of it. It was supposed to be for good. They'd come back- he wouldn't. And she could hope all she wanted, but she'd move on and be so much happier for it or so he told himself. Still, she was right- as she often is. And that alone brings a smile to his face.] Remind me not to bet against you again, hm?

[He finally tears his eyes away from her and glances around, keeping a hold of her hand. The smile still tugs at the corner of his mouth, but it's a mask as much as anything is- if he focuses on the decent parts of this, he won't let on he's crumbling.] So should I leave you to your work or can you be spared long enough to give me the tour?

[He goes off for five minutes and already she's taking charge of things. It's not Storybrooke, but it's proof he left the town in good hands. As if he ever had any doubt.]

[ it's something that she certainly won't forget to remind him, and her face scrunches up slightly as she bites her lip and shakes her head. ] You won't.

[ he's totally learning. just like she knew he would - though she isn't one to brag about it.

she threads her fingers through his and - it isn't that she doesn't believe it, but - in spite of all of her faith, she wonders if the majority of it had been an attempt to convince herself. some potent form of wishful thinking that had worked, make no mistake, but always with the inkling that maybe he would be right. maybe he wouldn't come back. maybe she would be here forever.

but she takes a breath and squeezes his hand and laughs again, glancing at the lollipops in her hands and - ] Of course! Just - let me make sure everything's in order -

[ where is she going to put these lollipops this is important.

so she offers him one. ]

[If you think he isn't going to take one of those without so much as a "uhhh... what," you are sorely mistaken. Now Belle knows that if she ever gets into a fight with someone, her boyfriend will sure as sunshine hold her lollipops. You got this, girl.]

You seem have quite the operation running here. [however the lollipop predicament is surely a predicament that needs to be solved and he realizes this. He pockets the one she just gave him.] Here. Allow me. [Clearly the candy needs to go with the guy with pockets. He is just saying.]

It's not mine, [ she tells him, matter-of-factly, because it's not. ] I volunteered to help a friend of mine with the clinic, and the candy is for everyone. [ that is your first and only warning, rumplestiltskin, no one here cares if you are lizard voldemort or not. but the narrowing of her eyes quickly turns into a grin and she makes a shooing motion to tell him to hurry up. if they're going to be candy thieves, they can't waste time. ]

And - where to first? Have you seen your room yet?

I'm not so dark as to steal candy from refugees. [Thank you. Look at that teasing grin. He is exactly dark enough to murder his own grandson, but apparently candy theft is over the line.

But he's moving. He's moving. CANDY AND ALL. And observing as well, because... well, it's definitely a nice base for being on the bloody moon.] Not yet. It's all been a bit of a blur. One moment I'm on a ship bound for Neverland and the next I'm getting a less than detailed summary from someone who clearly didn't choose to escort war recruits around every day of her life.

It's - not exactly detailed, I know. [ she doesn't exactly remember her own arrival fondly, mind, though it also wasn't on the moon. she takes a look at him, brow knitting in thought slightly as she wonders what weapon he's chosen. she doesn't ask. not yet. ] They should've given you a tablet. There's more on that. [ a nod. ] The same questions, honestly. From everyone.

And - a key, maybe? We'll find your room, if nothing else.

And a lot of panic and confusion, as well. [He pointedly avoids the tablet, because technology, why, and produces the key. That's a better start than fighting with the tablet just to get a face full of more panic and confusion than he's already gotten.] I'm going to assume they're not private quarters.

[Because why would they be. That would make sense. That would actually be very nice. Oh here, enjoy this war we'd like you to fight from the comfort of a luxury suite. Hah. Hah. Hah.]

They are not.

[ look. her roommates are cool. but she's not terribly keen on the idea either because oh goodness, some privacy would be wonderful, wouldn't it? but she frowns and sighs and it's just a thing you have to get used to, rumple. ] What's the number? [ she stands on tiptoe to get a glimpse of it. ]

The good news is, the chances of a terrible roommate are slim.

[ SHE COULD... SWITCH WITH ONE OF THEM??? ]

[Belle, you don't always have the best judgment when it comes to terrible roommates. You see good in everyone and he sees bad in everyone. This is like if a cat and dog got married.

None of which he says, but the pointedly uncomfortable look he gives her says he sure is thinking it.] 114. [He holds it up a bit, turns it over.] I don't suppose you know anyone who lives there?

[Spoilers. That room is mostly empty except for Hawke. He lucked out.]

[ CASUALLY MULLS THAT OVER... and then, almost apologetically: ] I don't think so.

[ dreary sigh. okay. so that's no reason for fear of the unknown roommate to set in, and she could mention moving in there as well, but who would she even bring that up to? but if it's empty? if it's empty, she can visit, at the very least.

she links her arm through his as they continue off through the base, taking a turn toward some of the dormitories. ] There's the possibility that there's going to be four of you. It's - [ cramped. ] - not terribly private, but we aren't in there often, anyway.

And why is that? The Initiative's sending us off to battle every waking moment? [Maybe sound less amused, Rumple. MAYBE. It's a bit of a joke, though- the whole thing. He nudges her with his shoulder a bit, trying to make light of a situation he is ungodly tense about.] When they're not making soldiers out of group of hardscrabble refugees from across various realms, that is.

Not exactly. [ she's amused as well, and returns the nudge with one of her own. she's aware of the tension and welcomes the moment to diffuse it, though she glances up at him with a slight, mocking frown. ]

There are missions that we take part in. Some mandatory. Otherwise, there's training, there's medical attention. Anything to keep you out of a small dormitory for the majority of your time.

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guess who never gets tired of writing reunion threads it's me

they get separated so often it's the only kind of thread.

IN MY LIIIIIIFE THERE'S BEEN HEARTACHE AND PAAAAAAAIN

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

CAAAAAAN'T STOP NOW I'VE TRAAAAAVELED SO FAAAAAAAAR

TO CHAAAAANGE THIS LOOOOOOONELY LIIIIIIIIFE....

I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I WANT YOU TO SHOW MEEEEEEEE....

I WANNA FEEL WHAT LOVE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS

I KNOW YOU CAN SHOW MEEEEE

i don't know the rest of the lyrics i'm sorry i fucked up i'm trash

SSSSSHUUUUN. no, I don't remember the rest of them either.

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