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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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[he's a bit used to the strange looks.]

Hello, I'm just arrived, fresh and ready! Perhaps you could lend your hand and offer good advice for a newbie? I would be most gracious.

Ah - yes, of course . . . what sort of advice?

Something you wish you would have known upon your arrival, had you one.

That we would have ended up on the bloody moon.

[said entirely in deadpan, by the way]

[in a single, smooth motion, he taps animatedly on the folded tablet in his pocket.]

Expect the unexpected! [and then he adds, for a good measure.] In space!

Anything else?

[she snorts, amused]

There is always help needed, especially by attaining supplies from missions. [she gestures across the crowd towards the cookie table and clinic table] And help is always welcome, as well.

Aye, the for the Initiative.

[he makes note of the baked goods and mentally quills down to pocket some of them later.]

The reason that we were summoned. An odd group that certainly fits their name.

Missions right now are more for the Transports - that is what we are known as. Food and medical supplies, things like that. There are only a small number of Initiative employees up here, as far as I know.

And . . . mm, I suppose it does. Just how much did they tell you when you arrived?

[when she talks he falls silent, listening intently and watching her expression to catch subtleties.]

Enough to know of the world and how we got here. Being upfront is almost always the best policy when you're fishing for those interferey elements to change the outcome of the future.

[oh, he's getting distracted by looking at a cookie.]

So they did not explain what the United Earth is? Or why we are up here? Or what they have done?

[she makes no move to hide her distaste in the Initiative, even if her words are fairly neutral. Though her expression hardens, just a bit, the more they talk about it.

However she notices where he's looking and tilts her head, making a vague gesture] The cookies are for anyone, if you'd like to go grab a few before we continue.

Of course they did, it was in the mishmash of disorienting information given when I arrived.

[he looks quickly at her and brightens in the way only a fourteen year old boy can when presented with a variety of baked goods.]

Truly?

[he walks backward toward them without waiting for her to answer, waving a finger and then taking off.]

I'll be back in hardly a moment!

[and off he goes. true to his word, he hardly takes a moment—but in that moment he manages to stuff five or six (or seven or eight) more into his pockets and out of sight. when he returns he's three in his hand and one in his mouth.

he crunches and]

Oh, how rude of me. In times like this there should be proper introductions before we get into such heavy biz, eh?

[he'll miss the way her expression softens, just a little. Ugh her weakness for kids is horrible]

One would think, yes, but it is also a lot to take in, yes? You may call me Tempest.

Tempest like the wilds of a storm.

[he contemplates it, wiping the crumbs from the corners of his lips.]

Lady Tempest, I'm called Loki of Asgard, well-met and all other well extended and appropriate pleasantries.

[then he licks his thumb.]

Quite like that, yes.

[it's said in a way in which she's letting him in on some sort of joke, that's just between them, but only she knows the punchline]

Well met, Loki.

We were speaking of the United Earth when I required baked goods.

You were looking of vague distaste.

[he's shoving the latter half of the cookie in his mouth, munching and half talking with his mouth full.]

Ah, yes, our enemies. They are the reason we are up here now - bombed Exsilium, the city we were living in.

That sounds rather extreme. I take it their efforts left the city, erm, uninhabitable.

[there's a curiosity in his voice that comes as he mulls over the words.]

Quite. My understanding is that the air down there is poisonous due to their efforts.

And unfortunate. Now we're up in space. I assume they intend to pursue us despite the whole "in space" business.

Of course they do. Even if they are working on, ah, "undoing" what was done.

[well isn't this curious?]

The they who's captives we seem to have become, or the they that pursues us even in the harshest of conditions?

The Initiative. [she waves a hand] It involves time travel and other such things I've no understanding of.

How awfully complicated. Of course, they had to pick time shenanigans.

So, tell me of this Initiative. They're the ones who brought us here, yes?

[the best way to get information was from other people. words programmed into a tablet were one thing, but the word of mouth was versatile, and opinions biased, and it served him better then what the Initiative decided to tell him about themselves.]

You speak of "time shenanigans" as if you have experienced it yourself . . .

They are the ones who brought us here, mm. They are in small numbers up here, however, due the ah, scramble to get up here. A right lot of idiots if you ask me, but they are at war with the United Earth, who are an even bigger lot of idiots.

Idiots as our captors never does seem that comforting.

Or perhaps it does, in some aspect of the word.

[he goes over that carefully. idiots.]