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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.

[[ ooc; As a note for players of current characters: please keep your root comments confined to the various groups and organizations that set up root comments to greet new characters! We highly encourage tagging around here, but since it's a log meant for new characters specifically, we ask that they be the ones to set up root threads to the entry. Thank you, and happy playing! ]]

Comments

it's fine!

[coiffeur]

Not anymore! [Says the little bird on his shoulder, but he ignores it.] I'm new here, and I got the basic introduction to this place, but I have a few more questions and maybe a few pointers about this place would help.

[timehalt]

Eh? Did--[ Did your little bird just talk? ]

Oh, yes, of course! [ She offers a sheepish smile. ] I'm not sure if I can help, but I'll do my best.

[coiffeur]

Ya don't need to stare so long, sweetie, I know I'm good looking! [He hushes the little bird.] Ah, please ignore my allmate -- he's new to this place, too.

Even some kindness from a woman like yourself is helping me already. [He adjusts his kimono a little, still smiling.] Do you know where many of the residents here come to relax and unwind? Or maybe just where a lot of residents here gather at night.

[timehalt]

Ah...[Allmate?] Okay...

To relax? [ She frowns, trying to think.] There isn't much relaxing here after...well, um. B-but if you're looking for where a lot of people would be, I'd try the cafeteria, or the dormitories? Or maybe those strange picture rooms...

[Honestly, you'd probably be better off asking anyone else these sorts of questions.]

[coiffeur]

You can only fight so much, and you know the saying, don't you? Something like, work hard and play harder? [Actually he's hoping people who drink and have fun divulge more information than those who haven't loosened up.] And surely a woman like yourself, you've treated yourself to something nice, haven't you?

[But the cafeteria, that could work. Yet the last remark interests him.] Strange picture rooms?

[timehalt]

Ah, I see...

[ Fight? Is he from somewhere that is fighting a war too? ]

I'm not sure what you mean, but if you'd like I can show you to the places where there might be a lot of people.

[ Or she could show you there! ] Oh! Yes, they, ah, the pictures move? I'm not sure how to describe it, but they move and aren't really there?

[coiffeur]

To be escorted by such a kind woman, it's something I can't refuse and I'd be in your debt. [His voice sounds very confident and even flirtatious.] Thank you.

A hologram? [Maybe the technology is different from back home.] Maybe you can show me when you take me around.

[timehalt]

It's no trouble! There isn't much else to do here at the moment.

[ It's a pity all Miranda can be is baffled by his flattery. Gosh, he sure is nice though. ]

A holograham? [ The word strikes no bells, but she has no reference point. ] Ah, maybe. A lot of the people here like to use them, so I'm not sure if you'll be able to have a look inside, though.

[coiffeur]

Lead the way and I'll follow, you... [He pauses, but makes a smooth transition.] I should know your name, shouldn't I? Especially a woman that has such a compassionate heart. Do you mind sharing your name with me? Mine's Koujaku, if that makes things easier.

[timehalt]

Oh! Yes, I'm sorry, I'm Miranda Lotto. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Koujaku.

[ She pauses, hesitating, then plows on. ] Um, you know, you don't have to be so nice. I'll help you even if you aren't.

[coiffeur]

Miss Miranada Lotto, [He repeats, still a bit flirtatiously or is it friendly? It's a blurred line.] it's nice to meet you, too.

[He follows her, keeping near her side but still giving her some space.] The world is cruel to those who are kindest at times, so I'm just doing my part in helping that balance. [He winks at her.] You'll give me the chance to, won't you?

[timehalt]

[ Oh dear.]

I, I suppose. If you insist.

[coiffeur]

[ A little laugh. You know, for finding out he's in a war zone, he doesn't act like it. Yet on the inside he's thinking about it quite a bit. There's no reason to show that, though. Why make someone worried? He can deal with it himself.]

Then I truly am a lucky man for running into you today. I was thinking I was going to have to figure out things on my own or by asking the higher ups. Though, it's much easier to talk to regular people, don't you think?

[timehalt]

I'm not sure you can call us regular people. We're on the moon, after all.

[ Her smile, automatic as it is, quickly fades. ]

If you have any questions, I'm sure someone will be able to help.

[coiffeur]

I guess you're right -- we're moon people now, but I do have to ask, has anyone double checked to see if the moon is made of cheese? And what's really on the dark side of the moon?

[He nods.] I'm sure, but also first hand experience will also help me get used to this place.

[timehalt]

...Made of cheese? Dark side? No, I don't think so...

[ What is he talking about? ]

But--but I wouldn't know, really. You can ask on your tablet, if you like.

[coiffeur]

[He scratches the back of his head.] People used to believe all sort of things about the moon since it's always been such a beautiful and powerful image in the sky. Some people believed the moon was once a goddess, too, but from the looks of things... [He looks around them.] It looks like home for now.

[He takes out the tablet.] Ah, this? It seems a little old. [He looks to his shoulder where his pet bird is perched.] Can you connect to this, Beni? [the bird closes his eyes and opens them back up a few seconds later.] Got it, but that thing better not give me a virus!

[timehalt]

Oh, I see.

[ There goes that bird again. That's the second time this week an animal's spoken. ]

Ah...old? But it's... [ Where are you from? She's never seen something so fancy in her life! ]

[coiffeur]

A new model for this place? I guess Midorijima I had pretty decent technology, but if they're giving these out to everyone, it's pretty impressive. [He looks over it, touching the screen. The little bird also seems interested in it, watching it.]

Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not a technology snob, I'm glad there's a network out there.

[timehalt]

Well, no, not exactly...

[ She smiles, apologetic and rather bewildered. ]

It's just we don't have this sort of thing where I'm from. I'd never even heard of these things before I arrived. I-I'm not even sure I understand what you're saying now.

[coiffeur]

Tablets? [He lifts it up, a little confused.] What sort of things do you have? [He knows some places technology isn't as big, but he's never lived in those places. Though, sometimes the simple, old ways of doing things were relaxing to him.]

[timehalt]

Ah...pen and paper?

[coiffeur]

[He laughs, but it's not in a condescending manner. He actually thinks it's a joke whoops.] No that big on technology, huh? Don't worry, luckily pen and paper still are around.

[timehalt]

Well, yes, but no one here uses it.

[coiffeur]

Really? [He likes traditional things too, but no pen and paper?] This place is that dependent on technology?