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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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Edited 2013-10-31 21:43 (UTC)

[A group of tables have been arranged by the entrance to the Observatory, bearing trays of cookies in a wide variety of flavors and shapes (some more misshapen than others). Each cookie is lovingly decorated with colorful frosting, sprinkles, or other candy. Cookies containing nuts have been set aside with a note that warns for allergies. A large sign beside the trays reads in handwritten block letters: FREE - TAKE WHAT YOU WANT.]

((GREETERS: start a new thread for your character! VISITORS: tag a specific person or tag the main thread if you're up for interacting with any random greeter!))

Note: clinic workers, post thread starters for your characters!! Newbies can either reply to specific workers or just to this comment for a random worker!

ALSO: as soon as they hear of the space!zombies, the clinic table will be shut down so that staff are concentrated in the clinic and out and about helping people, but info sheets and maps to the clinic will still be there!

( The table is a pretty basic set up: white cloth, boxes underneath with enough first aid kits for all the new arrivals, about one hundred kits in all because the arrival numbers have varied a little the past few months.

There are different areas and signs set up over the table, and various staff circulating.

FREE FIRST AID KITS - contents here!

MEDICAL FORMS INFORMATION
Detest Magic and Mages?
Part of a Species Allergic to Penicillin?
Have Some Medical Condition We Should Know About?
SAVE TIME AND AWKWARD SITUATIONS BY FILLING OUT
YOUR MEDICAL INFORMATION TODAY!
Those who fill out today get a free lollipop!

and right next to the medical forms there is this sign, too. Because SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS:
NOT HUMAN? DISCUSS HEALTH OPTIONS
We want to make sure we have all our bases covered to keep you healthy.
We have non-human clinicians for you to speak with if that makes you more comfortable.

BLOOD DONATIONS

TRAINING AND CLASSES
Beginner and advanced classes available!

MEDICS, HEALERS AND VOLUNTEERS
We'd love to have you on the team! )

Edited 2013-10-31 22:01 (UTC)

[At first all she can feel beyond the first flush of fear is annoyance, one that fades into downright anger the most the situation is explained. A militarized government - she knows about that well enough, even if she had no hand in the military itself. The bits about the future and dystopias are new to her and she pays as much attention as she can while her anger mounts.

Then it's a history of the place, a record of previous events. When weapons are handed out she waves the idea away, stating that she's more than well-armed. She can feel the weight of her various blades on her and they bring her a sense of grounding and comfort. Regardless of where she might be, she could at least always defend herself. Her knives never let her down.

Along with a herd of others she finds herself shuffled down a tunnel and into an Observatory. And that's when the anger really blossoms into being. There's nothing but darkness and dull red lights, noises beyond that that sound like nothing she's heard before.

And suddenly she's hot with her anger.]

What's going on exactly.

[OOC: Mai's going to end up off investigating those noises, looking for some real answers. If you're interested in going with her, we can eventually transition over to this thread or start another when the time comes. o/]

[This has got to be the crappiest dream Roy has ever had. He has nightmares, sure (who doesn't in his line of work?) but generally speaking he's pretty good at keeping control and steering things in the right direction. And he's trying, man is he trying. But no matter how much willpower he exerts, his surroundings stay the same and this sterile, solemn world refuses to change.

If he wasn't so stupidly stubborn, he might actually begin to worry. As it is now, he's willing to play along and let this play out. But he has to get home in time to tuck in Lian. And maybe punch Dick a few more times for good measure. That might make him feel better about whatever the hell is going on here.]

a. [Wes keeps his Glock 17, his hand resting on it as they are herded into the observatory.]

What the hell...?

b. [When he's not quite as shocked, Wes goes exploring, walking down the halls and looking for his partner.] Excuse me, have you seen a tall black man, annoying voice, probably hitting on a woman obnoxiously?

[ Okay, not even thirty minutes ago, he was in the Caribbean. Now he's apparently on the moon. This makes sense.

Thing is, as much as he would like to simply turn around and demand to be sent back or whatever, he already knows that it's probably not that simple--because if it were, people wouldn't be here at all, though he couldn't spot any of his own. Or maybe it's a bizarre fever dream--did he get shot?

Unlikely. Whatever it is, he's gotta stay calm and assess the situation for now.

So here's a 6'2 ft tall bear of a man with an assault rifle and a rail gun slung over his back, and various other equipment and pouches attached to his body, making him look like he got pulled straight from a battlefield... which honestly isn't too far from the truth. He's not sure what those weird sounds are, but he feels like he's about to step into another one. Fine... ]

Is this normal?

[ He gestures, curtly addressing the nearest person right after another creepy, subdued, but drawn out screech. All things considered, he doesn't appear as freaked out as he should be. ]

[Hasn't he done his time? That's the first thought he's got, anyway, the scale of this whole thing is a little beyond him. The moon? Global war? Nukes?! He's a small town guy once again in trouble a lot bigger than he should be. Even when the stakes got higher in Fuuto, then with Lem Kannagi, it felt small, because it was just for Riders. This was for soldiers, and he ain't a soldier.

A Rider's got a duty, though, and if he thinks of the moon base as his city, thinks of the atmosphere here as the tired sadness after a city cries, then things start to look a little easier. Or at least a little more straightforward.

He can be found examining the place from top to bottom, starting from the Observatory. There's no greater resource than people, though, so if he nears anyone he'll look up, and smile, and tip his hat. The occasional strange noises have him on edge--everything about them is hackle-raising and unnatural--so he might look a little tense.]

I think this is the weirdest welcoming party I've ever had.

[A pause, as he frowns, thoughtfully.]

Am I hearing things, or is there, y'know, weird noises goin' on?

closed to philip -

[He wanders away from the Observatory and toward Housing soon enough. He's on edge still, unconvinced his instincts were wrong, and he keeps pausing to eye the vents and dim corners suspiciously. He's got the Denden Sensor in his right hand, the other fiddling at the end of his vest.

Man, he wishes Philip were here. But that had seemed too much to hope for, despite a few weird comments from the techs that were still bothering him a little.]

[ooc: feel free to tell shotaro he's hearing things! alternately, i can always put up a comment on the zombie log.]

Edited 2013-11-02 21:03 (UTC)

A.

[Okay, so she had kind of been in the middle of really, really important things back home. Between Katze and the CROWDS and whatever the prime minister was doing... Well, there were a lot of things to help with. And she'd been just about to start telling everyone to get ready to record their video, too!

But coming to the moon? Actually, really, for real being on the moon?! That's just too super cool and exciting to pass up!

With that in mind, she approaches the observatory screens, a smile firmly on her face as she sings softly to herself:]

Moon base... Mooon baaaase....

B.

[On the other hand, anyone standing too close to her might find themselves being approached by her.]

Hey... Hey, do you hear that? What do you think's making that noise?

A.

[In the new crowds, there are always those who leave the transport room and immediately slink back to the protective comfort of the outskirts and shadows of the room. They are often gloomy, scared or simply heavily antisocial.

Whatever emotion the man with almost ridiculous red hair holds on his face, it's hidden behind a metal fan, watching the comings and goings.

It seems strange, then, perhaps, that he chooses you to stop with that same fan.]

Speaketh thou, thine name and country.

B. For those familiar to him (IF he spots you first)/Also open to anyone who wants to meet this illusion~

[Should you happen to be someone Rufus Barma recognizes, and he has the good fortune to spot you first, anyone watching where he stands, leaning against one wall will find him missing between one blink and another. A single black feather drifts through the milling crowd rocking a slow trip to the ground... Unheeded, a young girl seems to be stuck picking a cookie from the welcome booth... she glances up at you, her face flushed with embarrassment.]

Which do you think is the best kind?

[ Just a few minutes ago, Wayne had been taking off his tie and walking into his kitchen to find his wife still wasn't home. Coming home from a long day was supposed to be when he could finally take a moment for himself again, to try and mend things with his family instead of--

Well. Another interruption.

He just shouldn't be here, wherever this really is, there's so much he needs to be doing he almost has a nervous breakdown just standing there. It takes a bit of time for reality to really set in as he walks around and can see that he's alone in a sea of unfamiliar faces. Everything pulses at his temples, the information and noise from the people around him merging into a mental white noise. It's impossible, but it certainly all seems real enough unless he's having some sort of extended nightmare. The only other alternative is a hallucination, and, he reminds himself: ]

In that case it has to be real. Only time you've hallucinated was--

[ Speaking the reality makes it feel more solid. He's managed, at least, to repress any panic pretty well. It's like the Rapture, or something. Then he turns his gaze outside and says more candidly: ]

Christ.

Feels like forever since I've done any star-gazing.

[It's been an onslaught of information from start to finish, and to say he has a solid grasp of it would be generous in the extreme. But the part about a war, that he understands -- and that's got to be the most important piece, right?

Well, and this part, with the cookies. He understands that, too.

When they get to the point of the tour with the awkward standing, Lloyd is forced to participate. Not because of his own awkwardness, but because of the large dog-like creature at his side, which seems to have frozen in place.

Surrounded by all these people -- and not all of them human, elf, or dwarf-like -- has Noishe on edge. He sticks close to Lloyd and whines, low and continuous.

Under any other circumstances, Lloyd would be fine with letting Noishe run off for a while. But he barely knows where he is or how he got here; the last thing he wants is for Noishe to get separated or lost.]

Hey, it's okay. I'm pretty sure they're friendly.

[one step from the frying pan sent him tumbling into the fire. generally people who sought Loki for aid were definitely a bit on the up and up to what Loki could do (and exactly how he could be of service—which usually was a lot of service), and it was a bit scary. (altering things in the past to create a different future? it definitely at him written all over it). so he kept himself small, as he tended to do when he didn't want to make a scene of himself, and made sure his ears open. with the shadowing doubt of his own fate upon him, the first and foremost question of am I dead? was pushed into the far reaches of the back of his mind and replaced with some more pressing matters. that was certainly a lot to digest.

like he was in space.

space is cool.

turning a full circle to check out his surroundings as he walks, scuttling this way and that, mindless of where he's supposed to be and where he's not. no one kept reigns on him! slowly he leans forward, slowly, sloooowlllyyy ... and then he presses his face up against one of the windows, offering anyone outside—was there anyone? of course not—an interesting grotesque version of Loki's smashed-up face against the glass.]

I hardly think any of the rumors of this ball of cheese hold much truth. Especially not the ball of cheese part.

[he almost half-expected to see Thor buzzing about, but he bit down his own hopes.]

[ after stuffing her face with cookies alice runs around to find her ~~man-servants~~ friends. they wouldn't just leave her like this right? and if she gets her hands on that eg..o(?) girl she'll land a good kick on her because clearly this must be her fault in some way. thinking about everything has upset her greatly.

so right now around the observatory there's some yelling coming from a young girl. ]

Oi, someone needs to find Oz now. There's so many of you, someone must not be useless around here!

[ or alternatively she's yelling at someone else and on lookers who feel sorry for what poor fool she's talking to could step in so they can quietly run off... ]

[Pajamas. I seriously get a new suit that becomes whatever I want it to look like, and I think—comfy! Great, that's great, and at least I didn't go for fluffy pajamas with lots of bears or slippers because then I'd really look bad.

(Somewhere, someone's going look at your costume. I just know it.)

And then I think—Spider-Man! And that's great, too. But I go for jeans and it isn't cutting it. So it's either pajamas or a Spider-Man costume and something tells me that walking around in that get-up is going to get a few stares. Or I might potentially enter a situation I'm realllly not prepped for.

Ignoring all the other obvious moral quandaries about picking up a suit that's supposed to evolve with me. But the other option wasn't one that was available. Not right now.

Of course, that's Peter ignoring some of the other implications, starting with the fact that he should be dead. He's felt like he should be dead before. That time when Captain America found him under the rubble is pretty high on the list of "should be dead" moments. And he knows, he knows he could've asked. He could've said, "So, hey, why am I not dead?" But somehow, he doesn't want to ask. There's a million questions that go along with that, and he doesn't want to think that life after death means going to fight a war with a creepy costume with a bunch of other people. Seriously.

So, he avoids it. He thinks he might avoid it for a while if that's possible. He's here, and despite being fairly certain that last blast from Norman Osborn sealed the deal, he's not injured. He's sore, sure, but injured? Not quite. It's like it was all a bad dream and he just fell asleep at the wrong desk. (He wishes. He really wishes.) Instead, he moves on. He puts on the less tattered suit and makes a note to himself: get alternative clothes later. Seriously. Even if it means a bad job.

Right, he thinks to himself once he gets exploring. Now, Peter's idea of "comfy pajamas" isn't that unusual. He's wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and a gray T-shirt. Time to go walk around in this random moon station. That sounds great. That definitely sounds like something I planned on doing today. Any day.

... Actually, what am I saying? I'm on the moon!]

Edited 2013-11-03 06:28 (UTC)

[Hold up,

When he had suggested going out to celebrate finally getting justice for Paekman's murder, Travis really wasn't suggesting 'hey, let's go to the moon!' because 1. That was damn near impossible and 2. He doubt he could find a honey to take home, because he more than deserved victory sex after trying to get Crowl behind bars for six months.

He does listen to everything the lady had mentioned though, that usual carefree expression slowly turning into a grimace as she mentions the purpose they have here. Travis knew first hand as a homicide detective that it usually wasn't a pretty sight, but given the circumstances he kinda wishes he were chasing dumbass criminals across the city.

He wasn't going to dwell on it for now, he'll deal with it when he has to deal with it. (but he was making sure his gun was ready to fire just in case something did go awry.)

After the transports are free to roam around, Travis goes out on a mission to find Wes, because only that blond pain in his ass would go out of his way to ruin his perfectly planned night.

Not to mention that unwritten rule about how your partner is supposed to have your back? It still applies here, damn it.]

Excuse me! [he raises his voice a little to attempt to get somebody - anybody's attention.] Any of you seen a white man, about 5'10", looking like he hasn't gotten laid in 2 years while being in a committed relationship with hand sanitizer and moping over his ex-wife?

[ Which moon? Was one of his questions as there were thousands of them and to say 'you're on a moonbase' to someone that had traveled as extensively as he had was just ludicrous. When the term Earth came to his ears he felt quite puzzled. It was not to say that Maul knew every planet out there but he had a fairly intimate knowledge of his own galaxy. Earth barely even fit the typical structure toward naming let alone sounded remotely familiar.

Aside from the crisp purple and black (which he now knew had no relationship to his first consideration), it was the key words of weapon with the additional guarantee of 'evolving to fit you' and the continuation toward an interesting tangle of politics that kept the Iridonian from making any fuss in sight of his vague interest.

After being left alone to his own devices, Maul simply takes slides through the crowd of people taking note of anything interesting. The Force was chaotic here. It would take some adjusting. ]

[This was either the strangest goddamn dream he had ever had, or he had officially gone off his rocker. One minute he's crawling through the god-forsaken jungle, covered in a weeks worth of dirt and getting chewed up by bugs the size of his dick and the next he's standing in what looks like a crappy science fiction movie set and being told he was now in the future, on the moon, and his gun was going to evolve. And yeah, that was bad enough, but when he looks around he doesn't see the kid. What he does see are a lot of other people. Loosely people. They might be actors but Sully doesn't fancy himself special enough for all this work. Hell, the totem they're after isn't even worth that much, it was just a good enough distraction in between jobs.

Still, he's not entirely sold until they make their way into a large, open room covered in screens, as big as he'd ever seen, and windows. Big windows. With stretches of grey earth behind them. Well hell, not Earth apparently. That's unsettling. The half-light doesn't help, and he's quickly realizing the sounds he's hearing aren't all the other people- transports? Around him.]

Aw hell.

[Out one war and into another. It just figures, with Swindle's luck lately. And to make matters worse, he's found himself surrounded by organics. Organics mostly from Earth, it looks like. Probably one of the worst planets to be from, in his opinion.

And on top of all that, he's small now. Too big for the base, they'd said. He's never been one of the larger 'Cons ("Cybertronians," he mentally corrects), but the difference in perspective is still disorienting. How did humans do this all the time? It's already exhausting. What he'd give to just be back at Maccadam's now.

So, to deal with it all, Swindle has taken to just sulking around, because that's definitely one of the best ways to confront a problem. Try as he might, though, even at a smaller size he's not quite the type that can blend in. His paint job aside, very few others' pacing brings a metal clang with every step.]

[This was so not what was meant to happen, when they started to go jumping through the multiverse. Noh-Varr is used to mistakes and accidents, where that's concerned, but getting abruptly yanked out of one situation and into another didn't sit well with him the first time it happened, and it doesn't sit well now. Their explanation certainly sounds sympathetic (and that's a first), but he'd have vastly preferred it if they'd simply asked him for his heroic services, rather than being drafted.

Not only that, he'd have preferred it not interrupt his travels with Kate and the Young Avengers, who don't seem to have been selected along with him. Noh-Varr hopes they don't think he's abandoned them to their fate in the multiverse; but then, it's not as though any of them know about his little brush with backstabbing. As far as he knows, the Avengers kept it oh-so-quiet and need-to-know.

Speaking of-]

This is unacceptable.

[Staring out the window at Earth, his adoptive planet, a tall white-haired figure in a skin tight . The whole thing just makes him, well- mad. The Avengers never would have allowed this to happen. He wouldn't have allowed it.]

[Taking the entire explanation in stride is a pretty impressive feat, and ideally that's what Zessica would like to accomplish, at least on an outward scale. Other people around her are looking pretty confused as well, so she can only assume that they're in the same boat she is. Going along with it for now seems like the best bet.

Once they've been given weapons and herded down a hallway, things start to get a little more interesting. A dimly lit room and the occasional creepy or unknown noise? So much for completely keeping her cool. A particularly loud scrape is head, and Zessica can't help but jump a little, clutching her weapon tightly. She steps to the edge of the group, accidentally bumping into a few people on her way. Violet eyes dart around as she tries to get a better picture of things. Sadly, there's only so much she can make out with the lack of decent lights.

Finally, he stops looking around like a cornered rabbit. It doesn't look like anyone she knows is here, so it's probably best to start getting some sense of what the heck's going on.]

H-hey. Did you hear that? [Her question's not directed at anyone in particular, she simply hopes someone else is listening.]

[The difference between a subterranean cavern in Germany and a moonbase on...well, the moon, is - to say the least - overwhelming. Listening to the explanation doesn't help Selim's steadily growing unease with all the strangers she's found herself stuck with, and she wants more than anything just to pull up her petals and hide. So of course, she wanders off as soon as they're free to explore, vines bunching out beneath her to push her towards the nearest exit.

...Once she sees the view outside, though, she can't help moving a little closer for a better look.]

...So this is the moon...?

[There's a young teenager looking a little scared around here. That might not be such an unusual sight, but she's shaking like a leaf, making her pigtails quiver around her.]

Ah! What's that?

Do we have mutant space rats? I don't like this place. It's cold and creepy.

[She just wants to go home and curl up and eat sugar, is that too much to ask? Occasionally, she reaches up and touches the shiny new brooch on the bow of her school uniform. At least they gave her something pretty to wear, but that definitely doesn't make up for all this!]

Edited 2013-11-04 18:57 (UTC)

[ among the new faces gathered in the observatory is a weathered one that might be familiar to any long-standing veterans. not that john is aware or even believes for one second that anyone might recognize him. he blends in easily with the crowd, until he breaks away to look out on the surface of the moon and take everything in.

he furrows his brow in thought, rolling his shoulders back, as if to reduce the tension knotted there. he thinks he should feel deeply unsettled by this – angry even – that he’s been taken away from london, from earth, to fight in another war.

but there is no denying the delicious taste of anticipation this situation presents and it isn't like there is anything for him back in baker street. as inconvenient as this was, maybe it would be good for him; he was already comforted by the familiar weight of the weapon concealed in the waistband of his jeans.

but apart from that, he cut a lonely figure in the observatory, holding a mug of cold tea that he brought with him. ]

[ enter one (1) short, redheaded doctor. it's debatable whether she blends in; her hair is certain to draw attention, along with the bright pattern of her dress, and the fact that she doesn't have any shoes.

she does not take well to the fact that she's on the moon. that said, she doesn't exactly take badly, either. it almost seems like she doesn't take at all, like every sensation is hitting her at once, and she stands uncharacteristically speechless in the middle of the organized chaos.

the stars are pretty, at least. but she seems to come to after a moment, eyes going from worried, to alert, to dumbfounded, to angry, and - ]

You have got to be shitting me.

[ cue the wandering around and yes, the cookies are great, first-aid kits are great (and the sight of bandages prompt her to touch her neck and she doesn't laugh when her hand comes away free of blood), but there is a distinct mumble of - ] I will never be drunk enough for this.

[ and then tragedy strikes. it's not so much tragic as unfortunate, and julia's not entirely sure what her foot collides with that sends a shock of pain up her leg, but it happens, and she staggers back, temporarily hopping on one foot. ] Fuck!

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