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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! ]]

Comments

[ex_catty656]

[There's a quiet hum of discontentment, but Shijima supposes she can indulge at least that much. She takes up the pen again and writes, in a scrawl, Shijima Kurookano - and then she sets the pen back down.]

There. My name. Everything else is 'not applicable.' I want the candy.

[bumbles]

We really-- j-just want to um, collect information so if w-we can um, build up your m-medical records and-- and in case of an emergency.

( Softly, not quite apologetically. But he's picking up the jar of lollipops and holding it out so she can pick one, chewing his lip. At least they now know that Shijima Kurookano - assuming that's even her real name - is not eager to hand over her information. )

[ex_catty656]

[There. Shijima always appreciates getting what she wants. She plucks out one of the lollipops, and wags it at him, almost triumphant.] I never have emergencies.

[bumbles]

( A somewhat bemused smile. People are so weird. )

Like, uh, invulnerability?

( Perking up a little. ) That's um, that's good. Sometimes-- stuff h-happens here so that p-powers and stuff don't work. But um, yeah. Just, if you do ever n-need help, we're around.

[ex_catty656]

[Abruptly, she drops her presumptuous air.]

Are you saying that I might come to have an emergency?

So sorry for the slowness that's about to happen, just working on a final assignment!

[bumbles]

N-not-- not necessarily.

( Wow, Donny, good work on being reassuring. Freaking out a new transport is not exactly a great achievement. He sighs, sets down the jar of candy. )

Weird stuff happens here. It m-might not ever effect you, b-but it-- could. ( A little wince. Idiot. ) Sorry.

no worries at all, i hope it goes very well for you!

[ex_catty656]

But I might?

[There's something pleased in her face.]

thank you, finals week is now over FREEDOM (almost)

[bumbles]

( Um.

That doesn't seem like a good sign. Cautiously, ) It's a uh, a p-possibility. We're just trying to um, c-cover all our bases.

( A beat, and: ) Would you l-like a um, first aid kit?