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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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I did as well before arriving in Somarium a little over a year ago...

[he guesses it's not so much that he desires it more than he'll eat if it's given to him? oswald's not entirely sure, but sometimes they wanted in too whenever he was feeding his budgie, iris.

(hopefully they weren't thinking of eating iris instead of the bird food.)]

...for as long as they've been with me, there's never been any need.

[because his chains don't really feed. his contract is legal, they don't need anything, but to sleep inside of him until he needs them. that's how it's always been and he never thought it would change. he reaches out with his free hand then to slide it over dodo's beak; he remembers, then, when dodo wore gilbert's hat.

that sure was something: how quick gilbert went from thanking oswald to chasing after dodo, that is. heh.]

I hath not heard of any desire in mine own time.

[He regards the Dodo and the clear affection between the two. For a moment, he considers drawing the Dodo's attention, just to see if he could pull it back... but it seems so terribly unwise at the moment.]

The charms of a reward, then. Or a gift of thine partnership.

[terribly unwise, indeed. oswald's got four others where he came from if rufus were ever successful, hypothesis withstanding.]

A gift... he's stayed with me for a long while now - and back when he fetched Gilbert's hat, he received a little more than a hassle.

[and so for the hassle, a(nother) gift. oswald has grown to appreciate that they've stayed with him this long and don't have any need or reason to leave him; and when they do, raven and dodo now, they return and curl up warm in the ether of his being where they belong with gryphon, owl, and jabberwock. he bring his hand over dodo's head, leaving it there as dodo tries to figure out what it should do, other than stand there waiting for another cookie.

big bird needs lots of cookies. (this is a scary sight for everyone around them though, haha, poor unsuspecting people--)]

Gilbert?

[He leaves the question open ended, not entirely sure if he means the child caught up in the conflict 100 years ago, or if the servant of many houses is here presently.]

Gilbert, [he says, confirming.] he's here as well... without his memories of me, from Somarium or otherwise.

[because he picks up on the open-endedness of the question. even if oswald will never remember gilbert from home without living through it, he does remember having to stop gilbert here.

...and who can forget gilbert's awkward (but warm, he was warm) clumsiness back in somarium.]

[Less information than he'd hoped, but of interest none the less. There was something ... rather engaging rather than infuriating about how difficult it was to read this man.

Instead, he takes a cookie, one offered by Break under false intentions earlier, and holds it aloft to the enormous form of the Dodo.]

The name is unfamiliar to mineself.