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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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[ow!

Jericho bounces a step or two back himself, because dang, grown-ass man's boots. still wincing, he rocks forward and reaches for a shoulder, hoping to make sure the guy didn't like...break his nose or something...]

Shit, not again! [okok let him have a moment to get back on his feet and... wash off the embarrassment he feels.] You okay?

[he retracts his hand quickly, holding both up just in case (who knows with strangers, right?). he straightens, too, backing up a step while this guy situates himself, taking that time for himself to start feeling appropriately uneasy and embarrassed about it all.

swallowing, he nods, doing a quick sign for I'm sorry almost thoughtlessly. it's motion to fill in silence.]

[he has to stare for a moment before it clicks.]

Oh. Sorry.

[for assuming you could talk?? #vocalprivilege]

[he's quick to give a flustered, pained smile, shaking his head and holding up both hands. no, no worries!

it's not his fault he's mute. or anyone else's here, so. so Joe's already braced for awkward, is what this is.]

Well, uh. You sure you're okay? Tripped on you pretty hard back there.

[tiny kid]

[he nods, looking down, shifting his weight from foot-to-foot.

oh...

well, losing that tablet wouldn't be very good, would it? he bends down and picks it up, squinting. wait, is this his or mine?]

Oh, shit! I didn't break it, did I? [let him take a look at that thing

wait where's his]

Is that mine?

[he's tilting it, wincing a little at spying a crack in the smooth surface that the light gives off when turned enough. yikes...

he gives this guy a worried look, tilting it toward him. is it?]

No, it's cool, it's cool - I know somebody who can fix it. [he shrugs and tilts his head, nodding, so sure he can help.] Everything else's in one piece, right?

[his nod is dubious; he lifts it up to eye level, squinting as he tilts it to catch the light glare again. in doing that, it's a more certain yes, because heck if it looks fine to him.

but -- he lowers it to turn it on, watching it boot up. best to make sure everything looks okay where it counts...

jeez, this is embarrassing.]

Man, I'm really sorry. [he scratches his brow, awkwardly.] I usually look where I'm going.

It's OK

[he turns the tablet toward him and smiles, faintly relieved to see the software up and running, so why not use it?]

[oh hey. They can actually communicate now.]

What's your name?

Jericho

[he's relieved, too, losing a little of that shy tension in his shoulders as he shows the answer.]

Jericho. [a nod. and a tiny wave] Genesis. 'Sup.

[let's take a moment to complement a pair of Bible-themed names standing here out of strange circumstance.

or not bc TV-Y7 and also OCs.

instead, Jericho's squinting about the name for another reason.

soon:] Is that a code name or a real name?

[high fiving a million angels]

[derpa derp insert pause to read the question]

Code name, for sure. I'm a superhero. [yeah! Also his real name is just silly.] You need any help, you know who to call.

[sq uint...really?]

Help with what?

... you know. Crime. Changing a light bulb. Whatever.

[revenge of the squint.]

[this guy...doesn't really strike a superheroic profile, does he?

but then, neither does Joe, so. move past that:]

Do you have superpowers?

[r u saying im not cool )':]

Oh yeah! Blood manip. [shwing] Shit's pretty gross, but. Also pretty damn cool. I could show you sometime.

[his face screws up. blood what? ew...

his head starts to shake on impulse, but he stops because that's hella rude.

but.

ew. he's still got the look, plain as day.]

[check ur privilege]

No, no, dude - [lifting both hands,] It's actually cool, I swear. Unless you're one of those blood-phobic people. Then you might pass out, I guess.

[he shakes his head more emphatically, eyes wincing. no, no way. he's pretty sure it'd be awful, fainting or not.

and he is nowhere near realizing how similar his powers are to this, because he's just imagining blood oozing in places, pulled out like puppet strings. yiiiich.]