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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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[ Maul is hardly bothered by it. He contemplates a moment before crouching down with ease to continue their conversation. Any dozen of reasons urged him to display a simple kind of acknowledgement. None he will talk about if ever asked. ]

I believe nothing yet.

A dose of healthy skepticism is always needed in such situations. Regardless, we're all in this together!

[well, that certainly makes it easier to talk to him, and a bit easier to keep his voice down. you know, like this whole exchange is really some kind of secret.]

Hurrah for together!

Oh, you think that everyone will have such an attitude as that? [ He muses a little, not quite certain if there was a level of sarcasm in the child. ]

Well, I suppose we could all be very separate in our own bubbles of the space personal while we were in the same vicinity. That would clear up the misconceptions that come with such a heavy term such as "together."

[it's very hard to tell what he's playing at, but he looks satisfied despite it, and rewards himself with another cookie.]

I feel that to be a far more likely the case, yes. [ Interesting boy, but he will divert the conversation a little. ]

You are used to eclectic people, yes?

Not as far as captors or collectors go. I'm merely an observer of those that decide to congregate into one place for a rather large Thing.

[he puts a hand to his chest and flutters it a bit, looking of some importance. yeah, he likes eavesdropping.]

[ Ah, a tiny mind invested in Important Things. He can't help the quirk of a smile at one side of his lips. He hums and rolls back up to his feet looking outward a moment. Arms come to cross over his chest. ]

Well, I am sure this particular Thing is important to someone or someones. [ but whether or not Maul cared yet was undetermined. ]

[a mind always invested in important things with the inability to turn away. it was easy to play his focus into something other then the problems that lay in wait for him in the corners of his mind. he would rather not.]

Many someones. Just as this seems to be important to our captors.

Though there are many questions to be answered.