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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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[He catches that look and he's sorry immediately for making her sad. So sorry that he slows down enough for her to snatch the cookie from his hand. He hesitates for a moment, then offers gently:]

You can have a different life here, you know.

[ Success! She doesn't take a bite, though, then she'd be talking with her mouth full and this is Anne. She's going to get a plate for more cookies, anyway, since she planned on taking a break from greeting and kits to bring snacks for Bobby. It just isn't good for him to be around new Transports...

She's being more honest than she ought to be, but maybe she has grown very tired over the past month. At least her voice is quiet. ]

It is clear I can, and so many keep telling me. Ah, they tell me of all the decisions women can make in the future, all the glory they can grasp. But that is not here. Here I have as little choice as ever I did, only in this I am also without beauty and love. I have mourned my family and friends as I have my king and kingdom; my very way of life. To sunshine, to poetry, to grass beneath my feet and true dancing in a feasting hall. Am I to be glad for this? Is there a life here I would, or should want?

[Jesse's effectively silenced by that. Right, she's a Queen. Like a real one. With a kingdom and everything. And now she's stuck here with a bunch of plain old everyday idiots and cramped rooms and bad food and a kid who hates her. And nothing is pretty (except for her, of course) and nobody's romantic the way she likes, not even Jesse, because he can't use words like she does. There's a kind of freedom here, but it's only for criminals and dead people. Everyone else just wants to go home.

He looks away.]

Sorry.

[ She would smack him for thinking that, since she's not a queen, she serves a queen! ...But yeah she's used to better accommodations, however nice modern plumbing is.

His reaction surprises her somewhat, and Anne is quick to don a small smile once more, splitting what's left of the cookie in half and offering him one half. ]

You have nothing to offer apology for, as you are not the one who brought me here. You help in bringing what little joy I do find in this world. Please do not let yourself forget this.