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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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[ It's sometime since arrival that Wayne finally makes it around to the clinic tables; he's mostly wandering and a little disoriented, but the "first aid kit" thing pings his attention. Not like he needs one right now, but it's good to have; he's all for less outside invention if he ever does get injured.

He points to one, touching it with a finger. ]

So they're really free?

Yeah. Better safe than sorry, right? Feel free to grab one. We kinda insist that you do.

[You know, in case there happens to be a zombie attack within the next few hours or something.]

Oh, so it's mandatory. Okay. Very thoughtful.

[ And convenient, thank god. ]

But it's just a precaution, right? How often do people even need them?

Not mandatory. Just highly advised, and no harm in having some extra shit around.

[After all the work they put into this, people better fucking make use of them.]

You do know you're in a war now, right?

Uh-- yeah. That might have come up.

[ Though not sunken in all the way quite yet. He tucks the first aid kit under his arm. ]

In which case these are probably underkill. I wouldn't know, never been in one before.

Not everyone here is a veteran. You do know how to fight though, right?

[Ellie has some serious doubts about some of the people the Initiative brings in.]

[ He does, sort of, but not in a way he feels like he should advertize so he shakes his head. ]

I know how to run. [ Then, grudgingly: ] And I can fire a gun when I have one.

Oh, that's good.

[Ellie rolls her eyes. Oops, that's not helpful, but she can't help it--and anyway, she's more annoyed at the Initiative than this guy.]

You don't have a weapon on you?

[ He doesn't take it too personally; he has kids, he gets it, and it's not like he's selling himself that well at the moment. ]

Not really. [ He tilts his head, indicating the table display. ] So if this is a war, is this what you do?

This is what I'm doing right now. Last month I was over there. [She jerks a thumb to the nearby table of cookies. Handing them out was alright, but this feels... better.]

[ Whether or not that means she doesn't do any "fighting," that's how Wayne interprets it. ]

I guess everyone needs to find a way to be useful around here, huh? I mean -- it's a good thing, everything seems kind of scattered otherwise.

Yeah, well. We have a few organizations that try to keep shit in line when the Initiative can't. Hence the cookies and the kits.

Good thinking. People need to look out for each other.

[ As in protectively or suspiciously; both apply, really. Which reminds him that she's probably pretty busy, so he holds up the kit again and takes a step backward apologetically just in case. ]

Um, so, thanks again. This is useful, keep up the good work.

Uhh--yeah. No problem. If you've got questions about the clinic or... anything, I guess, you can ask anyone here.

[Talking to strangers is still a little weird.]

[ He's a little too comfortable with it. /TALKS FOREVER. ]

Yeah... I might. I mean, maybe-- hard to really know right now. But I'll ask for, um... what's your name?

Ellie. Yours?

[He seems pretty... average. How weird.]

[ It's what he aims for. ]

That's a nice name. Uh... I'm Doug. Thanks for talking with me, Ellie. I think I do get it more now. Little bit, anyway.

Nice to meet you. [She hates that phrase.] Yeah. Uh, whenever the network is back up, check out the tablet. It explains a lot, too.

Sure thing. If I can figure out how to get it working. I'll, uh-- I'll let you focus. Good luck, okay?

[ Distracting the medics seems like a bad idea. He raises his hand in a sort of thank you wave before he backs up to leave her to it. ]

[Have an awkward little wave back.]

Yeah. Good luck to you, too.

[You'll need it in a few hours.]