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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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[ These modern expressions always leave him floundering, which he deeply dislikes. Still he nods in acknowledgment without explaining further. ]

A realist.

Cesare, at your service. Has everything been explained to you?

Smart guy. Only the realists who ever actually see what's coming. Gotta keep your mind, uh... open.

[ He does a vague hand gesture around his head for emphasis before he nods slowly. ]

Doug Rich. And yeah... think so. War, bomb, moon, something like that?

[ Cesare nods, still watching the man cautiously as if he might going crazy on him at any second. You never know. ]

Yes. I found it is often the moon that confuses most, more so than the war or the bomb.

Yeah, well-- two of those things happen all the time. But where I come from going to the moon's still a pretty big deal.

[ Though he seems calm, his body language is a bit more restless -- not everything can be hidden completely. He looks back at Cesare, back at his clothes. ]

... Maybe where you come from, too.

[ Cesare crosses his arms, seemingly guarded. ]

There is a room here that can transport you to wherever your imagination is capable of. That is not something that happens often, either.

No...

[ He hesitates, letting himself get more solemn for a moment. ]

... Almost like being in the future, but it's more like being stuck in some crazy dream. You... how long you been here?

[ They are far, far in the future as far as he's concerned. This man has probably deduced that too. ]

Three months. You will grow accustomed to it, but not to the drabness. [ He gestures to the room and its lack of decoration. Out of all things he could complain about. ]

[ That actually earns a faint smile, much to even Wayne's surprise. He wasn't expecting it. ]

It did cross my mind they could have at least jazzed the place up a bit. Goddamn depressing is what it is. [ Though mostly creepy. Not that he wants to say so. ] Especially compared to -- I mean wherever you're from even I can tell probably makes all this look like a basement.

[ Cesare responds likewise, though his is still very much guarded. That is hardly the man's fault however. ]

Even the dungeons of Castel Sant'Angelo is far merrier, I must say. But where have you come from?

Ala-- [ He pauses, frowning, to correct himself: ] Louisiana. Wouldn't necessarily call it merrier, but it is a whole lot greener. And... wetter. There's wealthy people with boring problems... grass... wind. That sort of thing.

[ Yet still preferable to this. ]

Grass and wind are sorely missed, even with the lack of... wealthy people with boring problems.

[ Cesare smiles too, all cheek. For all his family's wealth, he thinks of himself as forever the outsider, the underdog. He steps back now, gesturing for him to follow as he makes his way toward one of the tents. This one with platefuls of cookies abound. ]

We do try to be hospitable.

[ Wayne hesitates for a moment but then follows Cesare, rubbing one of his arms a little restlessly as they walk. He has less room to talk about wealthy people's boring problems now that he is one and has them. Or did. ]

Bet it's harder, having boring problems now. Dunno yet if that's a good thing or a bad thing. What do you think? [ He pauses, though, nodding in acknowledgement. ] At least you do a good job, by the look of it.

[ He chuckles, dryly. There's nothing hospitable about this place, so he assumes the man is simply being sarcastic. ]

Our supplies are limited but if there is anything you require, there might be a way to procure it, if you alert me.

[ He raises his eyebrows, a little surprised. Off-guard, rather. He smiles a little warily, though sincerely. ]

I appreciate the offer. Though you've probably got better things to do than run errands for me.

[ He chuckles. ]

I leave the errand-running to others. I merely compile the information.

Oh, I gotcha. You're the inventory guy.

[ He pauses and tilts his head. ]

What sorta things do people usually ask for up here?

[ He laughs a little more, this time at himself mostly. To think he has now been reduce to the inventory guy. ]

I prefer the information guy. We have a division which caters to communications between the Initiative and those such as yourself.

As for supplies, food is the highest on the list as well as medical equipments, as would be expected.

You do? That's... useful. How'd you get involved with that?

[ Genuinely curious; he may as well file away such knowledge and options for later.

He nods. ]

Right. That makes sense. If I think of anything-- I don't think there's anything I need yet, but I did just get here.

You fill out a form.

[ He's deadpan too. Totally serious. ]

We answer to Saul Goodman. A decent man. I can introduce you to him.

Huh. Y'know, I heard about him from someone else-- seems like that guy keeps busy. I bet I'll run into him eventually.

Uh-- [ He rewinds a little. ] So as the information guy, what all's that cover? Do you stick to--

[ Don't say inventory. ]

... Keeping track of supplies?

[ It's okay, dude. Inventory is fine, just don't call him inventory guy. ]

Supplies are the foremost concern for the moment. Armies have big bellies even one such as this.

[ And by this he means ragtag, largely incompetent. ]

Large missions also fall under our jurisdiction as well as any changes in the Initiative.

[ If only he'd at least thrown in a "with all due respect." u_u

He can approximate the implication and is definitely not in disagreement -- any army that has him as a part of it clearly hasn't done its research. ]

Sounds pretty demanding. You guys always on the clock, then?

[ With all due respect to the inventory guy. Sorry dude, never forgetting that. ]

Aren't we all?

[ He was not going to get through his first day without at least one awkward faux pas, at least that's out of the way. ]

In different ways, but, yeah. Good point. Kind of the deal here, isn't it?

Although even armies are told when to fight and when to stand down.

[ It's probably clear by now that he doesn't have the highest opinion of the Initiative, but he feels a certain kind of sympathy for those like himself. The Transports. ]

What interests you, Doug?