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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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You'd be a fool to think them all friendly.

[ she eats another cookie. rubbing her fingers clean on her trousers, she brushes them over nymeria's snout so she can relax. ]

Maybe.

[He's been wrong about people before. But he never quite made it across to distrusting people before trusting them.]

But they're here helping us now, right? They didn't have to do that.

[ he's a bigger child than she remembered. ]

Helping once does not make anyone friendly.

[There is a reason he's been betrayed multiple times by multiple people.]

I guess not. But they haven't done anything unfriendly yet, either.

What's his problem?

[ she nods toward noishe. ]

Noishe?

[Lloyd looks down, scratching Noishe absentmindedly behind his scruff. Noishe whines.]

Ah, he just doesn't like strangers. [He seems more jittery of the direwolf than the people, though.] It's kind of a lot for him to take in.

He's the clever one then. [ though only a fool shows his fear. nymeria never does. ]

[RUDE.

but true.]

You don't have to say it like that.

How should I say it?

You could just tell me if there's a reason I'm supposed to be worried about these guys.

[LIKE SHE'S EATING THE COOKIES TOO how bad can they be.]

You've been kidnapped and thrown in with a bunch of strangers and you want a reason to be worried? Isn't that reason enough?

They were kidnapped too, weren't they?

[It's his kidnapper he has a reason to be worried about, not the rest of them. From his point of view, the rest of them are victims, too.]

And everyone else in the Initiative died. It means shit except they're all desperate.

That doesn't say anything about whether they're good or bad, either.

[This is not a nut easily cracked.]

[ so stupid. ]

You shouldn't trust them anyway. They'll being in anyone: thieves, murderers, rapers. They can't control their machine.

Not knowing isn't a reason not to believe them.

[He says this with the air of someone who's said it many times before. Calm and confident.]

The only thing I can do is go by what they've done so far, and so far they've been helping me. For right now, that's enough for me.

Do you have many things stolen?

No.

[The truth of that depends on how you define "many."]

And I'm not dead yet, either. So.

I am.

[He doesn't understand what she means, at first. The obvious flow of the conversation isn't an option in his head, yet.]

You're what? A thief?

[ she rolls her eyes. ]

Dead, stupid.

-- What?

[The horror in his expression is unfiltered. Not just because of the idea of her being dead (though that's more than enough), but also because of the idea of her being dead brought back.]

You're.... You're messing with me, right? [She did just spend the past several minutes lecturing him about taking strangers at their word.] But that's.....

Impossible? [ she shoots him a pointed look. ] Not here. I drowned and they brought me here to fight their stupid war for them. Still think they're all well and good?

That's... [Hang on, he's still reeling.] That's not what I was saying.

[The details of all of this are still hazy and overlapping in his head, but as of right now it's the Transports that aren't his enemy.]

You can't tell me that every single person here agrees with what they're doing.

[Since, well. She clearly doesn't.]

They've been doing it almost two years. They've not been stopped.

[ you draw your conclusions. ]

Edited 2013-11-08 19:23 (UTC)