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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'S NOT USED TO ALIENS, he doesn't even read comic books!! ]

Half-alien, half-human? [ Oh my God... well it's said casually enough that maybe it's not anything weird, but still, his face is a little ???? ] You grew up on Earth but you don't miss it?

[Look it's not like he asked to have a dad who crash-landed on Earth and knocked up his mom and then ditched them both for space.

Which, ok, Peter thoroughly prefers space, but that's still a pretty strong "shitty parent" situation there.]

That's about the gist of it, yep.

[What can you do?]

[ He may not know from aliens but he does from shitty parenting. Not that he'll ask... ]

Well, what's so great about space?

[It's better not to ask.]

Did you ever watch Star Trek as a kid?

Not as a kid. Didn't have a TV.

[ With a mildly sheepish shrug: ]

I knew it wasn't real, anyway.

Good, because I was going to say, it's not like that at all. And thinking that will get you killed right quick. Probably on the sword of the first sexy green lady you meet. [Gamora.] But the idea is still there. There's always somewhere new to go, something to see that you haven't seen before.

[Or so he thought. Back when he was young and idealistic. And no it is not at all weird to have this conversation which has become somewhat personal...but Peter has a talking problem.]

Turns out a lot of that "haven't seen before" can be pretty shitty when you get right down to it. But it's never boring, at least.

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[ That's sort of intimidating -- the first part is, anyway -- but he manages with some effort not to look like he's intimidated. He arches one eyebrow up. ]

Don't worry about that, I know the difference between real life and the movies. [ Well -- normally he does. He casts a dubious but brief glance toward the window then waves his hand, NEVER MIND THAT PART. ] I mean... I get it, down on Earth I did the same thing. Well... a version of the same thing. Drove around, saw new places. It isn't boring, but you get used to it quick.

[That both is and isn't what Peter meant, all at the same time. But maybe he's jaded. Well, hell, he's been jaded for years, there's no maybe about it. Even out swanning around the galaxy just for the sake of curiosity you can't avoid hard revelations about yourself, or actually getting drawn into living.]

It's never what you think it's going to be, is it?

[ That merits a momentary silence, perhaps even contemplative; his jaw cocks to the side a little and he's caught not knowing if he should nod or shake his head. He decides on the latter at the last second. ]

No... not really. Wouldn't really be living if you could plan it all out.

[Inadvertent moments of life philosophy, brought to you by Peter Quill's ability to shut up.]

Nope. [] It's Peter, by the way. Peter Quill. Did I say that already or did I open with Star-Lord?

Uh-- [ The name "Peter" catches him a little off-guard, a little close to home in some abstract way. ] ... Don't think you did, no. I'm Doug. Doug Rich. What's a Star-Lord?