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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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[ And yet Rinth is intent on making up for what Donny isn't being, a massive dick her first day. Probably all the days following, too, but hey, she's managed not to outright attack anyone yet, so that's something! ]

It's only admirable if she gets it all right. [ As for what Donny can help with, she motions towards the CPR mask. ] A mask of some sort, but for what, I can't tell.

[ Her smile is stiff, and obviously so, as she once again observes the tall monster cat before looking back to Donny. To him her smile softens only somewhat, her nerves frayed by this unexpected run-in. She speaks loudly, so the other is sure to understand the real reason for calling him, although something like that wouldn't understand the importance of fashion if it slapped it in the face. ]

This oft gets tangled in my hair and I wish not to make a mess of such a demonstration for one of our poor new Transports. Would you mind modeling it for me whilst I offer example?

[ Anne doesn't need help explaining things, she just needs a live dummy. But if he wants to she won't mind, either. Not like she cares what a rude beast thinks of her. ]

No p-problem.

( Although he looks back to Rinth, first, ) We c-can um-- m-make stuff better suited for your anatomy, too. Most Transports are human or physically um, p-pretty close? But we want to make sure you have whatever you need to keep you safe, so we-- we c-can make it.

( A little nod, a soft exhale of breath at the relief of having gotten all that out, before he's bending at the knee to bring himself to an easier height for Anne to do whatever she needs to do without needing to stretch or reach up. He does loom a little. Polite looming. )

Don't bother. I can adapt everything on my own, if I ever see the need for it.

[ Like she'd take such an offer from anyone at all. Her gear is either self-built or taken from Iron's stock. Anything else is simply less in her eyes, but she's hanging on to her last waning threads of tact to keep from snapping that at Donny.

So instead she settles on quietly watching their little demonstration. ]

[ Then why don't you figure this out on your own you furry piece of-- ]

Now see, here, this is made smaller so as to fit inside. You push it out like so...and attach this piece for your mouth here.

[ The headband part isn't actually necessary but since Anne was shown every step for modern medical 'procedures', she will continue to show every step! So the mask gets pressed over Donny's mouth and nose while she tugs the band around his head to keep it secure. She's not about to lean over and show how it's done, it's obvious from there. ]

And then you blow two times to fill the patient's air with lungs. You are to do this in exchange with thumping the chest... Are you to need an example of CPR?

[ Because she needs to see what it does first, you pathetic little-- ahem. ]

A definition of CPR first might be nice.

[ Now she's back to being more curious than annoyed, squinting at the entire procedure, trying to figure out why anyone would want to breathe into someone like that. ]