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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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[Peter casts him a suspicious, uncertain glance. Thor's brother. Everyone knows what Thor's brother has done because he tried to create World War 3, among other things. The thing is, Peter knew what he looked like. It was a weird situation on its own given that he actually happened to be there for it, but Thor's brother didn't happen to be short, scrawny, and actually kind of cute.

(In the "aww, you're such a cute little baby way." To be clear.)]

Thor's an Ultimate. [It's off-handed.] What'd you say your name was again?

[Maybe in the dealings of there being Norse gods on Earth, Thor ended up having another brother. Or maybe he's a different set of lore altogether. Peter isn't overlooking the possibility.]

[Loki takes a step back. yep, it was possible that he almost looked about ready to bolt out of there. it's like he's being judged, or being accused of something, or something like that. (though there's a few questions that certainly are in need of answers—what the Hel was an Ultimate?) he was all but a bit too used to it, but there were still some things that he was curious about.]

Well he is the ultimate brother ...

[well he was, anyway. Loki makes a face as if he's possibly guilty of something, even though he isn't, it's sort of about just being Loki.]

Loki.

[quickly.]

You didn't tell me your name, either.

No, not ultimate adjective, Ultimate. Noun. AKA a team of superheroes kind of ran by SHIELD but sometimes they show their own autonomy. Not everyone gets along, but they do their bests.

[He babbles that all out because he needs to come up with something about the Loki name. The fact of the matter is that this kid does look like the older, evil guy, but he's smaller and shrimpier and Peter doesn't really believe that anyone's meant to be inevitably evil. Then again, there seems to be a series of textbooks claiming that Loki is Loki and mischief is mischief. Then again, someone could make an argument about those books being a reflection of mythology developed throughout the ages and not being a reflection of any level of reality.

So he decides to wait to see what Loki says to the Ultimate clarification, forgetting to mention his own name at the same time.]

[he'll get his name, later. certainly this is someone who knows him, or of him, rather. they were two different things (he liked to separate them).

the whole Ultimate things gets a very sincere quirk of his brow. what. Thor had really always been ultimate to him, perhaps ultimate to the rest of the world? but he'd never heard the Midgardian heroes referred to like that.

though he starts a bit.]

Ah! SHIELD! I've heard of SHIELD!

I have no idea who these Ultimates are, but there are the Avengers!

[he looks like an eager little kid, rolling back on his heels.]

Oh, Avengers. I know of them. In a weird way, which is the weird way of "they're in another dimension and they're our Ultimates but they don't call themselves that." [There's a beat.] Avengers as a title actually makes more sense than Ultimates. I mean, adjective versus noun.

Inter-dimensional differences, I suppose. That would make us inter-dimensional acquaintances.

[a curious look passes his face.]

Though mortals usually know of Thor, you seem to be a bit more intricately involved. You didn't mention your name, did you?

It was on the news!

[So what if he sounds defensive? He sounds defensive. Of course he sounds defensive. Peter's shoulders slump forward after a moment.]

And I work for the paper. Lots of inside stuff, uh—I'm Peter. Peter Parker. Hi.

[the news, huh? no, he sounds very defensive, but there's a time and a place.]

The Midgardian print occasionally stuffed in Asgardia's postal box. You put those there?

Hello, Peter.

Do I look like I deliver newspapers?

[Besides, how would they even reach Asgard? (Why's it called Asgardia?)

He seems completely bemused by the implication.]

I'm unsure of what they look like. [a bit quickly, backing that up.] But I know they exist!

Yeah, I don't deliver newspapers. I work on the website.

[Peter counts himself lucky for not being used to being dead long enough that it's still easy to slip into present tense.]

You're from the On-Line world! I know people there!

And you work on sites on the web! How does it work? What do you do? Is there a series of pipes?

[there goes his interest.]

You know the internet, but you don't know that other stuff?

[Peter's willing to answer, but he's dubious, Asgardian or not.]

Am I to know everything?

[there's a curious look at that. it's not like he really ever thought to look up mail boxes (sometimes theirs became so stuffed with local flyers that the Broxton township sent word for someone to come clean it out.)]

No, it's just—obvious usage and all that. I guess you never really had the chance.

[At least, that's his read on it.]