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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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Ranks up the what now?

[He'd known enough Brits in his life to get a hang of at least part of the lingo. Car parks and loos and all that malarkey, but this one flew right over his head.]

Not lucky, to be honest I've been trying to avoid the ones who look like they're from Mars. No offense, just not quite ready to navigate that minefield yet.

[True enough. Victor'd been all of the world, met all sorts of people. Hell, in his line of work he tended to meet the most colorful sort available, but right at this very moment he wasn't quite ready to tap the shoulders of the multicolored herd around him. Didn't trust himself not to put his goddamn foot in his mouth.]

[ he shook his head. in the grand scope of things, it didn't matter. ]

The guy with the green-and-white horse... thing looks pretty normal to me. [ he gestures vaguely at where the creature whines, possibly spooked by the same noises they were hearing. ] But I get where you're coming from. Don't want to piss off the people we're supposed to work with.

Pal, that's about as far from normal as I can imagine. Anyway, I don't really plan on working with these people. Can't figure the angle on it.

[Victor had enough joining up to last a lifetime. Checked that one off the list with the Navy. He didn't sign up for this, didn't see a profit. He just wanted to go back to where he was, finish the job. Make enough cash to sail them onto something bigger and better. Have some fun on the way there.]

Nah, I'm just gonna keep my head down until this all settles down. I figure, hell, they'll send me back eventually.

And if they don't?

[ it's an honest, albeit blunt, question. john hasn't fully committed to joining the war effort, but it isn't like he has a lot waiting for him back in london either – his london, not whatever is down there. ]

Then?

[He spread his hands out, confident as anything] Then, my friend, there will be hell to pay.

[He had things to do, and his skills, as far as he gathered, wouldn't be that useful here. If he had to he'd high-tail it out of here, find something to do on this god forsaken Earth (when they got back, he supposed), but he damn well wasn't playing the soldier for these assholes.]

[ casting his eyes downward, john's lips curve into a lopsided smile. he isn't sure what else he expected and clears his throat. ]

Well... if you're still kicking around this time next month, let me know how that works out.

[ god, he is going to regret those words. ]

Hey, I've made it this far, I don't plan on layin' down and dying anytime soon.

[With that he shoots of a lazy salute and does a less than sharp about-face. Somewhere in this damn place there's a shower with his name on it.]