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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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Yeah. Can't say I blame you, a little routine never hurt anyone. Or a little free food. [ Unless it's poisoned. ] Non-addictive and it takes the edge off. Worse ways to do it.

[In a tone that says he knows all about that shit:]

Way worse, yeah.

[ Oh. His expression goes slightly more serious, but (luckily?) it's his own secondhand experiences that keep him from making a joke. Have cookies, not crack. ]

Probably makes it less tempting, when everyone's looking out for one another.

You'd think, but...

[He shrugs. Whatever. Jesse's got a casual attitude about it.]

No stopping some people.

[ He awkwardly takes another bite of his cookie. ]

...Guess I wouldn't know. I just imagine that it helps, keeping busy. Uh, just all around. Generally.

It does. It definitely does, yeah.

But it ain't so busy up here as you'd think. It's more quiet than it used to be. Not that I'm complaining about being far from, you know, the front lines or whatever. But we mostly just hang out, fuck around in the VR rooms, wait for... I don't even know what. I do a lotta cooking, so that keeps me outta trouble, at least. And I'm supposed to go on a mission soon, so...

Wait for things to be normal again?

[ That'd be his guess, anyway. He wonders if he should apologize for being accidentally invasive or if that would be even more invasive. ]

Hey, uh, about b-- [ No, he changes his mind, too awkward. ] If it's that laid-back maybe I should look into getting a hobby.

[Is it even invasive if Jesse just blabs a lot by nature? He certainly isn't feeling awkward about it. But the starting and stopping doesn't escape him, and he quirks an eyebrow in response.]

Uhh, yeah. I guess you oughta. But what were you gonna say?

Oh, well, just-- you know... I wasn't trying to be insensitive or anything. My-- [ Beat. ] friend's, uh, had issues, so... sorry.

[ He clears his throat. ]

Y'know, you're pretty good with this baking thing.

It's cool, man. Don't sweat it.

[Jesse's kind of bewildered, honestly, as the entire issue's escaped him. It's not like the guy hit him or berated him or something. He's being really nice.]

Anyways, I can't take all the credit. I got a lotta helpers in the kitchen.

All right. Great. Thank God, that's a refreshing attitude. World would be a better place if everyone was able to just talk about things.

[ He relaxes slightly, mostly because he's used to it being a bigger issue. His wife always got defensive. ]

What kind of options would you say a lawyer who can't cook has around here?

[Ah. Lawyer.]

Like what kinda lawyer? Prosecutor or..?

Uh-- securities lawyer. [ Don't ask him what it means. ] The other one. Defense. I was an in-house representative, but I'm doubting there's a market.

[Fuck if he knows, either, but defense means they're friends, so Jesse nods.]

You oughta talk to Saul. He'll set you up. Saul Goodman.

Saul Goodman.

[ Easy enough name to remember. Sincerely: ]

Thank you. That's helpful. He a friend of yours?

[Jesse spreads his hands like come on, isn't it obvious? But with good humor:]

He's my lawyer.

What do you need a--

[ A pause, then, putting up his hands: ]

Actually, never mind. Doesn't matter.

[Jesse laughs. It's fine, old dude, really!]

He keeps pretty busy, so I bet he could tell you what to do.

Yeah. I'm not surprised -- leave it to a lawyer to smell the blood of opportunity. Or whatever you'd call it up here.

... Christ, sorry. Name's Doug, by the way.

[He laughs again, nodding.]

Jesse. Nice to meet you.

[ He smiles slightly, less restrained than before. ]

Yeah -- you too. Guess you've... uh, been here a while?

Over a year, yeah. A while.

Shit.

Really? What the hell, that can happen?

Not to most people. Hell, you might go back before the month's over. Don't worry too much about it.

You're just lucky, huh?

[ He frowns slightly, exhaling heavily. ]

I'm not worried. Not sure there's anything I need to rush back for anyway.