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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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[ He totally made that up just then. ]

Cesare.

[ He seems distracted for a moment, peering over the platefuls of cookies, until he spots a few with black icing and grin with amusement to himself. Alright. ]

Might I ask for yours?

Doctor Julia Hoffman.

[ she straightens, and there's a tiny, stiff shake of her shoulders. it's all apart of her stance; she's never not been one to be visibly proud of her title. but at his peering at the cookies, she turns toward them and -

and okay, some of them look weird, but. ]

What is it? Do you want one?

Ah, a dottore. You will prove useful.

[ He seems to brighten up at the idea, even if he shakes his head at her offer. Doctors are good people to make allies of. ]

Perhaps you will not need to see the battlefield.

Good god, let's hope, right?. [ yeah, she goes for another cookie. not one of the black ones. this isn't a funeral. ] The closest thing to a weapon I've ever held in my life is a scalpel, and somehow I don't think that's gonna get me by.

[ regardless of what they'd said about weapons in the transport room. julia rolls her eyes. though, honestly, it wouldn't be good to underestimate her with an empty liquor bottle. one of the heavy ones. ]

Is it that bad out there?

[ There's also the technology that he can't even begin to understand but even then they still require doctors. It's easier, seeing her strange dress, to assume they are all from about the same point in time in the future. ]

Bad enough. The Initiative tends to be considerate when sending one on missions.

If I may ask what weapon you chose for yourself?

How comforting. [ she rolls her eyes. it's not comforting at all.

but julia reaches for a chain around her neck and offers up an explanation with no trouble at all. ]

I mean, they said I could pick something on me, so why not. [ there's a beaded pendant on the end of that chain, and she seems absolutely giddy about it. ] Are you familiar with hypnotism?

[ That earns her one of those rare smiles that isn't a smirk. A real happy one. His mother chose her rosary. Any resemblance to her is certainly a great compliment to Julia. ]

The power to induce one to slumber? I know many with great skill in that regard.

[ His smile now turns cheeky. He means clerics with their dull sermons. ]

Yeah? [ she straightens. noticing the smile and taking it as a boost to her pride. ] It's not just that. I mean, it does involve getting the truth out of people. It's a way to shut the conscious mind down and get to the root of many medical problems, actually. [ THE MORE YOU KNOW.GIF ]

[ That sounds pretty cool to him, which probably shows on his face, though he doesn't quite catch the connection when plagues have nothing to do with one's conscience. What? ]

You heal by convincing your patient that he is healed? That sounds much like a priest.

Well, not exactly. Religion doesn't have much of anything to do with it, really. It's strictly scientific.

[ except when vampires are involved.

especially when vampires are involved.

julia does not mention this. ]