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[initiates]

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

[senseandcecilbility]

[Just as he thought. The poor little girl.]

Unfortunately, we have all been wondering the same, madam. Adults and children alike. Though, please, do not fear. Many of us will be glad to keep you safe until it is time to return.

[He offers her a gloved hand.]

Are you hungry?

[tergiversant]

[She reaches up and takes it, her hand warm and solid as she squeezes his.]

No... ...

I'm sorry.... how long is that? I.. I can't be away from home long. [She looks like she's going to CRY.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[He squeezes her hand and leads her to a quieter corner of the cafeteria.]

My apologies, madam. I wish I knew. It is different for everyone. Though fear not about home, for you will find it just the way it was when you left, not a single thing amiss. Time does not move the same way here, you see. Like in a faery tale.

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[tergiversant]

[And THAT was what Barma wanted to know. Just as the girl seems to take some courage from that, the man casting the illusion seems to relax, shoulders dropping. Well then, that changed the game entirely, didn't it?]

[tergiversant]

[She rallies and nods at that.]

So! Like an outing!

[senseandcecilbility]

Precisely, though you must promise not to go exploring on your own.

[There are things like zombies shambling just a few corridors away.]

[tergiversant]

Huh? Why not?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Things Kevin has never done before: explaining a zombie attack to a small child.]

Unfortunately, there are a few rabid dogs loose in the base. Though do not fear. We are taking care of the problem.

[tergiversant]

[Her brow furrows.]

It doesn't sound like you're telling the truth.

[senseandcecilbility]

[That is probably because he is a terrible liar not even children believe him.]

Madam is such a smart young lady. Still, my advice remains valid.

[tergiversant]

I'll be careful, mister. [Now that they were further from the crowd and the noise, he could hear it now and then. Something outside scraping.]

[senseandcecilbility]

Thank you, madam. That is most certainly a wise decision.

May I ask your name? Mine is Kevin Cecil.

[tergiversant]

[He takes the name given and chews on it, restructuring it before giving it back.]

Lucille ... sounds like its really bad out there.

[senseandcecilbility]

Lucile, such a lovely name. Please, do not worry. That is being taken care of.

[He sounds very confident too. Do not fear. Angel butler, not to mention a bunch of crazy Transports, have it covered. ]

[tergiversant]

Thank you! This isn't normal, right?

[senseandcecilbility]

Ah...

HAHA.

N-Not normal at all, I am quite sure.

[tergiversant]

... Are you okay, mister Cecil?

[senseandcecilbility]

You are such a sweet young lady. I am fine, thank you.

[Just considering all the terrible things he has witnessed since his arrival, a couple of months ago.]

[tergiversant]

[She laughs, a bit of an embarrassed expression on her face.]

Thank you. You're really nice to help me out.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He shakes his head and offers her another cookie.]

Many have helped me since my arrival. It is only good manners to return the favor.

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[tergiversant]

[Under the cover of the illusion, Barma takes the cookie, arranging it carefully on the table so that 'Lucile' can place her hands over it, like it's precious treasure.]

[tergiversant]

[She looks down at her hands, pensive.]

I just don't understand though... why us?

[senseandcecilbility]

I wonder...Most people I have met here seem to be special in a way or another. You will never find a larger variety of individuals under the sun.

[He says that as if he did not consider himself special at all.]

[tergiversant]

Mr. Cecil must be pretty powerful then.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He looks pretty startled by her comment.]

Ah, n-not at all. I am merely a house steward.