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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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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.]

I cannot say I have interacted with them much since my own arrival, so someone else may be able to give you better detail than I.

Could you tell me of the someone elses?

[he seems genuinely interested in finding out just as much as he can.]

The young man in charge of the cookie table - his name is Jesse. [she points him out]