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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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Yeah, I thought as much. [ john shakes his hand and cast his eyes up to the ceiling. well, what would have been one, if they weren't on a moon base. it was a good thing he wasn't squeamish about heights, otherwise they would have a problem. ] They mentioned things were, uh... tight here at the moment.

[ he was still feeling a little vague about the details, but he intended to find out more once he was given network access. ]

It was a nice little kit. How many others are there?

Yeah. It's-- we n-need to organize some um, m-more supply runs? It's, um. I guess "tight" is a g-good word.

( Oh, Dr. Watson. Surely he can have no idea how much that means to this loser. ) Really? ( There's something pleased in his smile, as much as he knocks it away rather quickly. ) Thank you. Um, we-- we've p-produced enough for all the t-transports on um, on base, and we p-prepared one hundred for t-today. It's more than we'd usually need but-- j-just in case. For spares and stuff. Things c-can-- can get intense here really fast.

[ everyone needs encouragement and john is relieved when it has the effect he intended. one hundred seems like a lot though; he attempted a headcount before he got hopelessly lost and overwhelmed by everything. ]

Yeah, I bet. [ curiosity piques his voice. ] Supply runs?