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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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[Sully eyes the other man, vaguely grateful that at least he looks relatively normal. Small miracles and all that.]

What do you think? I dunno about you but I didn't plan on a trip to the moon. Didn't even have time to pack a bag or hire a babysitter.

[It's a lot of sarcasm, but it's not just that. He's a little worried. He'd have to be crazy not to be. This is not something he has a contingency for. None of his previous experiences really count as preparation for this sort of thing. Oh, he's been kidnapped a few times, held up at gunpoint or tied to a chair, but this isn't like that at all, really. And he doesn't have a damn clue how to get home.]

Sorry pal, I just need a minute to wrap my head around this. Or a year. Christ on a cracker.

It's fine.

[ sarcasm is mechanism john is well versed in and the comment rolls off him. judging by his appearance, sully hadn't been swept up while he was making a cuppa like he was. of course he was going to be feeling a little bit tense. ]

We're on the moon. [ he snorts, shaking his head. ] This is mental, completely mental. If it wasn't so... errm, populated, I'd swear I was losing my mind.

Yeah that's a goddamn word for it.

[He sighs, rubs his brow with one hand and manages to smear more dirt onto it. Fact is, this looked like it was fact. And if that was true he needed to- to do something. God, get a shower, for one. Find a place to sit down and figure out what he had with him and what good it was going to do. A quick pat of his pockets reveals that at least he's got his lighter with him. Although he doesn't think he has much in the way of cigars. Damn, he was willing to bet those were going to be hard to find on the moon.]

Well, I'd say we're not losing our minds then. Unless I'm the only one hearing those sounds. In which case, hey, maybe I am.

[They were not comforting sounds. Anywhere else he'd write them off on some messed up local animal (you'd be surprised the kinds of noises animals made) but he kind of doubts that, base or no, they've got pests on the moon.]

Edited 2013-11-06 20:18 (UTC)

[ if sully had produced a cigar, he would have been subjected to a disapproving look from john. while time changed things, some habits were harder to shake, especially the familiar wave of apprehension that washed over him when the other man mentioned hearing sounds. ]

No, I can hear them too... but it's probably someone's idea of a joke. Things can sound real when you've got a few sound bites and a tannoy system to piss around with.

[ john explains in an acerbic tone that suggests that maybe, just maybe, someone has done something like this to him before. ]

A joke? That's a nice thought but I can't imagine anyone wasting their time messing with us after this. Besides, I doubt that lady in the robes is big oh whoopee cushions.

[True enough. She'd seemed pretty serious about the whole situation, and while he'd like to believe this whole thing is a trick, well, it's too elaborate. Where's the profit in it? Follow the money, but there wasn't anything to follow here. Hell, he's essentially broke right now, much to his own disappointment.

He shifted, looked around again. There were still a lot of people here, a lot of very weird people.]

So you look normal enough, gonna say you're probably from earth? That's the strangest question I've ever had to ask, by the way.

You never know. There are a lot of strange people and they get bored sometimes. Anyway, I think you're right... getting her to crack a smile might take a bit more effort. If they're running short on guns, then who knows what else they don't have.

[ john shrugs. she was pleasing to look at, but that was about it. ]

And wish I could say it was the same for me, but... [ john has asked a lot of strange questions over the course of his career. looks like the same was going to ring true here. ] ... London, England. But not the one that's down there, since we haven't even held the blimming Olympics yet.

[ he offers his hand in greeting. ]

John Watson. You're American, right?

Lights, for one.

[It's a lazy joke but it's also true enough. It was too dark in here, not a great sign. They also hadn't given them much besides weapons, not clothes, not food. He didn't like to think exactly how desperate the situation they'd been brought into was. How goddamn irresponsible could these guys be, anyway?]

Weirder than that? Well, I don't envy you. [He took the hand, gave it a firm shake, It wasn't the easiest one he'd ever given, this guy was a little too short, made it a little uneven] Good to meet you, name's Victor. And yeah, got it in one. You know, I've never had anyone guess that wrong?

Ranks up the numbers on my web counter.

[ it wasn't easy for john either, constantly being surrounded by people who towered over him, but he managed. if he hadn't developed a sense of humour early on, things might have turned out differently and he wraps his hands around his mug once the greeting is over and done with. ]

So, we're two people from Earth who've been lucky enough to run into each other, rather than people from... I don't know, Mars or something. [ a dry chuckle finds its way past his lips. ] Bit anti-climactic, then.

Ranks up the what now?

[He'd known enough Brits in his life to get a hang of at least part of the lingo. Car parks and loos and all that malarkey, but this one flew right over his head.]

Not lucky, to be honest I've been trying to avoid the ones who look like they're from Mars. No offense, just not quite ready to navigate that minefield yet.

[True enough. Victor'd been all of the world, met all sorts of people. Hell, in his line of work he tended to meet the most colorful sort available, but right at this very moment he wasn't quite ready to tap the shoulders of the multicolored herd around him. Didn't trust himself not to put his goddamn foot in his mouth.]

[ he shook his head. in the grand scope of things, it didn't matter. ]

The guy with the green-and-white horse... thing looks pretty normal to me. [ he gestures vaguely at where the creature whines, possibly spooked by the same noises they were hearing. ] But I get where you're coming from. Don't want to piss off the people we're supposed to work with.

Pal, that's about as far from normal as I can imagine. Anyway, I don't really plan on working with these people. Can't figure the angle on it.

[Victor had enough joining up to last a lifetime. Checked that one off the list with the Navy. He didn't sign up for this, didn't see a profit. He just wanted to go back to where he was, finish the job. Make enough cash to sail them onto something bigger and better. Have some fun on the way there.]

Nah, I'm just gonna keep my head down until this all settles down. I figure, hell, they'll send me back eventually.

And if they don't?

[ it's an honest, albeit blunt, question. john hasn't fully committed to joining the war effort, but it isn't like he has a lot waiting for him back in london either – his london, not whatever is down there. ]

Then?

[He spread his hands out, confident as anything] Then, my friend, there will be hell to pay.

[He had things to do, and his skills, as far as he gathered, wouldn't be that useful here. If he had to he'd high-tail it out of here, find something to do on this god forsaken Earth (when they got back, he supposed), but he damn well wasn't playing the soldier for these assholes.]

[ casting his eyes downward, john's lips curve into a lopsided smile. he isn't sure what else he expected and clears his throat. ]

Well... if you're still kicking around this time next month, let me know how that works out.

[ god, he is going to regret those words. ]

Hey, I've made it this far, I don't plan on layin' down and dying anytime soon.

[With that he shoots of a lazy salute and does a less than sharp about-face. Somewhere in this damn place there's a shower with his name on it.]

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