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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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Kind of. Before the moon thing we were in like...post-apocalyptic London.

[He shrugs.]

It really could've used some peanut butter.

I'm not a big fan. [She sort of curls in on herself thinking of how many calories a teaspoon of peanut butter has.]

[Calories aren't exactly a concern when you're a stick of a boy with no eating disorders, so he doesn't understand that, Cass. He just assumes you're weird and British if you don't like the greatest most Americanest snack food ever.]

Really? Huh. Even the cat likes it. I thought everyone did.

You have a pussy? [Te hehehehe.]

Yep.

[And so he whips it out.

The cat, that is. It's been curled up in his pocket, apparently. A kitten, actually. Tiny and black and fuzzy, and it blinks sleepily up at Cassie and this sudden nap interruption, but doesn't seem too perturbed. It lives with a teenage boy and a toddler, after all. It's used to a bit of random abuse.]

Meet Cat.

[She looks down at the little bundle with a grin before slowly placing her fingers in front of its nose.]

Like Audrey Hepburn? Wow.

What?

[Stanley holds the kitten up for a moment, checking it over for furs or long stem cigarette pipes or whatever, missing the reference completely.

The kitten doesn't seem bothered by this, either. Though it does reach out lazily with one tiny paw to catch Cassie's finger. Hello.]

Breakfast at Tiffany's? She has a cat named Cat. [She smiles up at Stanley before playing with the cat, grinning widely.]

Because she never wanted to settle.

On a name?

[The Cat, who seems pretty indifferent to it's own apparent lack of identity, stretches and yawns. It recognizes that the warm, cozy pocket is a thing of the past. Now is time for play.

Attack! It fearlessly attempts a pounce at Cassie, though it doesn't get far. Stanley catches it from midair, not even bothering to look first, just knowing what the kitten gets up to by now. He's thinking.]

I never had a pet. You think they notice not having a name?

[She giggles and bats at the cat's paw herself.]

No. On everything. She was afraid if she settled, it could all be taken away. So she never did. Until she met the right man. And she loved him, even though he was broke and she was broke. It didn't matter. They had Cat. And it ended happily. As movies do.

[She lays back against the wall.]

I think so long as you love them and don't abandon them, then that's all that matters. No one wants to be alone.

Pretty sure it only cares if I forget to feed it.

[The cat happily takes a swipe at Cassie, tail twitching and haunches going. Stanley keeps hold of it, even when it rolls onto it's back and bites at him instead. He hardly seems to notice at all.]

Or if I have to piss. It cries when it can't find me. Like everything.

It needs more than just food. It cares about you, too. [She laughs a little at the kittens antics before scratching behind its ears to distract it.]

I think it just misses its squirrel.

It still needs love and affection, like every other living thing.

[Why do people keep getting on his case about the kitten? Jeez.]

Maybe you better cuddle it then. It likes to lie on breast ones and give purr heartburn.