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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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Funnily enough, the thought hadn't occurred to me. Though ... it really should've, huh? [But it just tells him that he should've thought this through. Comfy? Really? What an utterly stupid idea! Why would he need to be comfortable on the moon?]

... Any idea where I can grab something a little less—snuggly?

[The moon base, with all its metal and questionable stability at times.]

Uhh... not off the top of my head, no. Sorry.

Great. Great, I'm on the moon and it's so cool and I might ... freeze to death.

[Because of a bad decision. A really bad decision. Peter kind of wants to smack himself in the face.]

Well, maybe I'm more resilient than I think.

[At least he knows that part is true. Mostly.]

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Someone's bound to have extra clothes if you ask around. I don't think you'd fit into anything I have.

[Peter pauses and just looks at her.]

I think there are a few more problems than just that.

[Right over her head.]

Like what?

Uh—wow, this is one of those moments where you say something and you assume it will just be accepted and then the other person doesn't get it, and um—

[Good one. Now he's going to sound like some kind of pig! And he's not a pig, but he tends to associate girl clothes with girls and maybe in their modern world that's a bad thing.

So maybe he's not perfect.]

Gender ... [Spoken slowly, like he doesn't want to give the explanation and look like an ass.]

[Wow, this guy just sort of speaks whatever he's thinking, doesn't he? Ellie looks more and more skeptical about initiating conversation the more he talks.]

... I'm pretty sure half my shit is guy's clothes. [Baggy t-shirts and--well, maybe not the jeans, but Ellie hasn't really liked any shirts cut for girls, not that she's seen, anyway.]

I'm not offering a dress or anything.

Guess I should've noticed, that, huh.

[He does actually seem to pay attention now, which draws him out of his stupid ideas and his stupid everything. Observations are better than nothing, and he definitely owes her that.]

Though maybe I'd look good in a dress. Uh, maybe it's my secret calling.

[That was the worst recovery ever.]

[This is so awkward Ellie feels physical pain.]

Uhh--do you need to sit down or something?

No, but a well-timed change of subject is just what the doctor ordered! So hi, I'm Peter. I just gave you my real name without realizing that it might be a better idea at times like this to lie.

[He keeps digging. Soon enough, he'll dig right through the moon all the way to China or something.]

Ellie. Which is my real name, too. So we're even?

[Be nice, Ellie. Be nice to the newb.]

Ellie's ... a great name, it's a name.

[What does he say? What does he say?]

If you wanna leave and just forever remember me as the most loser-y guy you've ever met, I won't take offense. [And it wouldn't exactly be a first, either.

Thanks. I guess.

Uh--I'm sorta supposed to help the new people out, so... want a first aid kit?

[Better than nothing, right?]

[Somewhere along the way, a first aid kid would've saved his life. Literally. It wouldn't have accounted for giant explosions or anything, but it's possible that pushing pause to care for a wound might have actually helped him keep going. Bleeding out was doing exactly the opposite of that.

He looks almost too hopeful at the mention of it, and then dials it down. Somewhat. Because Peter Parker is nothing if not an incredible spaz.

Obviously. As this whole conversation shows.]

Yeah, yeah, that'd—[Be a life saver!]—First aid? Please? Uh. Formed in a proper sentence, though.

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Here. [Good thing she has one nearby. She hands it over.] Not clothes, but it'll help if you get into a jam. If you run out of shit in there, you can get refills. Just ask me or anyone who works at the clinic.

Thanks.

[He perks up when he takes it from her. The kit will help him later on, he's sure of it.]

Who else does work with the clinic? Or should I just drop by there?

[He bites back that he wants to know because it might be better to make it easier; it's not easier to do that, but he manages. Peter Parker: Surprising self-control.]

Just drop by. There are directions on the table. And instructions if you're... not human or anything like that.

[He looks human, but so do a lot of the other people around here.]

There are doctors for people who aren't human? —Uh, not that I'm not, but it seems cool to have specialists for that.

[Peter might just drop by out of scientific curiosity. He doesn't say that, though. He's made enough of a fool of himself.]

Yeah. They use magic, too. It's pretty cool.

[It was cool after she got over how unreal it is.]

That may actually be the explanation for why it's able to happen. There might be less science involved—though there may be something on a molecular level causing that to be possible ...

[He looks a bit sheepish.]

Sorry, that's kind of my thing.

[A sloooow blink.]

What, science?

Well, it's definitely not magic.

[Peter shrugs. He's not exactly surprised that she didn't expect that.]

Yeah, I generally do the science thing when I'm not acting like an idiot in front of new people. [Peter seems to need to revise that statement.] It just means people are convinced I'm good at something while the idiot thing is going on.

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