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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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Nice to meet you, Doug. [ He takes his hand back, but doesn't return his gaze to the view outside. It's pretty, but new people to meet are way more interesting. ] And, yeah, sometimes! The paperwork up here is just ruthless.

[ He grins, but waves that off mildly. ]

And the food isn't actually that bad. We have people running missions for fresh supplies, though sometimes it does get down to just the freeze-dried stuff.

You too, Ash... raf. Luckily, seems like I left all my paperwork back at home.

[ He hopes he pronounced that right. Anyway, he's relieved for the excuse not to look outside. He puts his hands at his side, on his hips. ]

Where do you get fresh supplies?

[ Good enough for him; he's heard worse renditions of it. ]

Oh, daily. I mean— I'm not really an expert on it, but it seems like there are groups sent out of here daily. There's not much else to do up here, you know?

[ If you're not running a clinic, or something like that. ]

I can imagine, yeah. Not exactly a resort up here, is it? Unless we're talking "Jurassic Park" standards.

[ Not that he's really looked around much yet. But this is good. Information. ]

And it's better than starving. Do you, uh--

[ He points out there window. But if they can go down there, why are they up here? ]

[ He glances out where Wayne had pointed, then back to the man himself, brows lifted curiously. ]

Do we what?

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.

Ah. [ Now he glances back out the window, and watches that blue-white planet as he leans against the glass. ]

Yeah, we do. [ And, a little more helpfully: ] We fire up the Transporter, which does just what it sounds like. Anywhere in space or time, just one bright flash and you're there. So we get food and supplies from places and times when they won't be missed.

[ His eyebrows raise. It would seem less believable if he weren't on the moon right now. ]

That's amazing. Anywhere and anything? [ First thought: Money. Who knows what he'll need it for, but that's irrelevant. ] What about anyone?

Anywhere, anything, and anyone.

[ There might not be much good news to be had about this situation, but at least there's this! He smiles a little. ]

I'd recommend taking someone that's been on a mission before for your first trip, but it's just a matter of telling the Transporter pad guy where and when you want to go. He might get a little annoyed if it looks entirely like a joyride trip, though.

Oh, right -- of course. No joyrides, be back by curfew, don't chip the paint... gotta set some boundaries.

[ Serious nod, like he means every word, especially the patently ridiculous ones. No one should abuse this privilege, obviously. He asks as casually as possible: ]

Does anyone ever bring back people? Uh-- [ Beat. ] Doctors, engineers, that kind of thing?

No, we can't. [ His smile shifts, a little sadder now. ]

The natives to this world don't take Transporter travel too well. Neither does anyone that wasn't specifically pulled here by one of its monthly sweeps.

[ Which he realizes sounds a little vague, but it isn't something he relishes explaining, so he's happy to keep it there. ]

[ Wayne gets the gist, at least. He keeps the disappointment off his face for the most part, except to frown slightly. ]

Guess that keeps it from getting too crowded. [ Better he knows not to get his hopes up, though. ] This really is like the Rapture.

[ He spends a few thoughtful seconds considering that, then shakes his head calmly. ]

No. None of this had anything to do with God, it was entirely man's cruelty.

I don't know -- sometimes the two have ways of overlapping.

[ Which begs the question... ]

Are you a priest?

High priest, actually.

[ But he smiles. ]

But from a religion that anticipates the Ragnarok, not the Rapture, so I can't really claim to be an expert.

Oh. My mistake.

[ He barely understands what that means. What's the difference? he would ask, if he weren't afraid of sounding stupid. ]

I mean, I can't either. I'm a lawyer, it's enough of a miracle I still have my soul.

Really? [ He grins, suddenly looking cheerful to hear it. Lawyers! All the lawyers he knows are somehow great. (Especially the one he has a huge crush on.) ]

You're in good company here, then. We're getting a pretty good collection of lawyers!

... Yeah? Do you?

[ He'd better make a note of that so he can be cautious. Jokingly he asks: ]

What are their names? Maybe I know 'em.

Well, Sofiya Karimov and Saul Goodman are the two I know best. Prosecutor and defence, respectively.

[ wow he kind of even sounds like he knows what he's talking about with that. almost. ]

That's convenient. Now all you need is a judge and you can start having trials.

[ What a horrible thought. ]