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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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[ sarcasm is a defense mechanism john often implements, so he doesn't think twice when belle is. and besides – she has already made a good first impression and she has a sweet face for him to overlook things. ]

Great. At this rate, I'll fit in perfectly.

And the easier you do, the quicker you'll get to go home. [ because really, that's the ultimate goal. they (she) will help out wherever possible, but it's all for the efficiency to win this thing and get sent back. ]

[ although he doesn't remark on it, john hums a strange note. his prospects weren't looking particularly bright for him back in london, but moping around here wasn't going to solve anything. ]

How long have they been at it? This time travelling, war preventing lark?

Since before I'd gotten here. [ she shakes her head, lets out a sigh, and briefly turns her attention to the stars outside the window. ] Years, to hear them talk of it. And you can read so far back on the network that it's - it's astounding.