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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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[ Peter's being watched, and it's a pretty decent amused leer that his watcher has going. But seriously — pajamas? What kind of loser shows up on the moon in pajamas?

So of course Jan can't resist slinking over, hands pocketed and grin already wide and below that stupid beanie. ]

Well you look super fucking ready for space travel. Did they snag you when you were taking your nightly piss, or what?

Wouldn't I be in more of a rush? Guy goes running down the hallway from all those explanations and completely misses he's on the moon.

[But he can work with that assumption. Someone thinks that he was actually sleeping like a normal guy, and Peter's someone who's not keen to let anyone know the truth. There's something about camaraderie and everyone being in this together, but the truth is, he doesn't know where he stands with that right now.]

But fyi, I was getting milk. Sweet, sweet milk. Which actually makes it worse. Can you imagine the mess I left behind?

[ That gets a snigger, because yeah, there's definitely some schadenfreude in that mental image. ]

Dude, your kitchen's gonna smell like sweaty balls when you get back. Not gonna be so sweet anymore, huh?

Good thing I don't live alone! But it's the type of thing my aunt doesn't really ever forget.

[Aunt May ... Okay, play it cool. Just a normal guy. Just a normal guy.

He continues to try to play it off.]

... But hey, no perspiring testicles in her future. I think that says a lot about ... avoiding loneliness if you can. And all that.

Edited 2013-11-03 08:33 (UTC)

You live with your aunt?

[ Yeah, that's definitely in the tone of voice that comes with an unspoken what a nerd at the end of it. Jan's opinion of this guy juuuust keeps spiralling upward. But hey, at least he still looks amused (which isn't necessarily a good thing). ]

See, I'm actually thinking it says a lot of things about your ass. She make you lunches every day, too? Lemme guess — PB&J and a pudding cup, right?

Uh, not quite.

[Peter actually resists the long slew of things he could say about how his aunt is the coolest person ever, so even if this guy is judging him for it, he doesn't want to bother defending her (or himself, he's only sixteen, he's gotta live with somebody.

But he's practiced at letting these things roll off him, so he does what he does best.]

But if you really like my butt that much, you can just come out and say it. I might give you a wide berth, but that's only because I've got a girlfriend. No offense.