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[initiates]

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.

[[ ooc; As a note for players of current characters: please keep your root comments confined to the various groups and organizations that set up root comments to greet new characters! We highly encourage tagging around here, but since it's a log meant for new characters specifically, we ask that they be the ones to set up root threads to the entry. Thank you, and happy playing! ]]

Comments

[iwakeup]

Chris snapped out of it. Enough to wipe away the snot, tears and other mess from his face in the presence of a girl, at least. As her bright orange hair came into focus, so did the rest of the room and the people in it.

Chris didn't remember where he was, but he knew it wasn't Kansas or the old 24.

His brain made a feeble reference to the Wizard of Oz and it was probably better he didn't try to articulate it. Something told him this girl wouldn't get the joke, and it would probably come out sounding stupid anyway.

"Who are you? Where am I?" His throat was raw and his mouth tasted like acid. He dimly remembered puking somewhere and hoped it hadn't been on anyones shoes- minus the asshole who had taken him.

His eyes stung but he was pretty sure they worked. He blinked once and then twice. Forced them to focus on the girl even though she was strange and somehow so vivid. He smelled citrus and spices and wondered if it was her or his brain swapping out sensory information like it sometimes did. She reminded him of some kind of exotic fruit.

"Your eyes are weird."

[haigyi]

The shake and squeeze seemed to do it, and the guy pulled himself together, a little, at least enough to wipe at his face and look at her like he saw something outside his own head. She dropped her hand when he did, staring at her for a little too long - she was starting to get used to that. Everyone had seen something strange in this place, but they weren't all quite used to it yet, and even if she was used to seeing aliens in her everyday life, this kid probably wasn't.

When he asked where he was, she tilted her head, a birdlike sort of gesture, face still serious, and started to wonder if he was more cracked than she'd thought. Panic made sense, when it came to the crying and puking. This disorientation was something else, on another level.

"Irisa. You're on the moon." she said, then sighed, "Didn't you listen to them when they explained it? They weren't lying."

She crossed her arms, cocked her hip to the side, and when he commented on her eyes, she snorted slightly, "No. Yours are."