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Date: December 1st
Location: The Observatory.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Observatory after their initial briefings.
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. 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; they show multiple variations of satellite images, focused on... somewhere snowy. It's difficult to say more than that, but those that record heat readings seem to suggest there are people there, where ever "there" is. It's night outside the great wide windows, and the lunar landscape isn't much to look at right now. But, hey, at least all the lights are on, right? No more creepy red emergency lighting upon arrival — not that you'd know anything about that.

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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[gevurah]

[ As she hears out Kate's story, it's increasingly difficult to not slip into old memories, specifically when she first ran vigilante operations alone and under her father's nose, and how when he had caught her red-handed she looked him in the eye and said, "No."

There's something about girls named Katherine. ]

And the rest is history?

[crab]

Karkat pauses for a moment, giving Oz a scrutinizing look. That was a fairly abrupt change in tune -- he'd been fully expecting further teasing.

Did he say something?

"Yeah, well. Good."

[fintastic]

Yeah! It's really easy once you know how to do it, and then you can play around and find all kinds of neat stuff!

Okay, so you can send things that are just text, or it can be a recording of your voice, or it can be a video of you! See there, it gives you all those options? I'll let you pick one!

[astion]

Really? I guess I will have to figure it out. You can do more than talk to people on it? Even those screens seemed amazing, let alone something more like this.

[She follows Feferi's explanation, nodding and staring at the tablet before trying the video option.]

Is that it? It's....on now?

[counterattacked]

[The explanation, strange as it is, does a lot to stun him into rare silence. Put that way it sounds a whole lot like his shifting ability, and he's never heard of anything else like it before. Needs desperately to better understand it. But for now his curiosity is shoved violently aside. Because Eren's got a lot of feelings about this sort of thing. His voice gains a strident edge as it picks up in volume.]

Of course it matters!

[Putting the hope of humanity of the shoulders of two people, (one person,)- it's not easy. It's probably not fair. It's how things are. They don't have any choice but to make things work.]

It's not about what you want. If you give up now, all the people who died- [He's assuming. (He's projecting.)] -all their lives will have been wasted. Those things are trying to destroy humanity. You can't tell me you're just going to sit back and let them.

[promises_to_keep]

"Oh, ah..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his tablet. "They gave you one'a these gizmos, right?"

Opening up the general network feed, he swiped a hand across the screen and messages went sailing by with a whirl of color and text.

"You can scroll back through anything anybody's ever posted to the city's network," he said, and then paused the feed on a particular entry. He gestured to a particular part of the screen then. "And here, if you click on the name of the person who posted it, you can see anything they've posted specifically. Or you can just peruse the database to look for any particular person, and do the same thing, easy peasy."

He scratched his head then.

"Needed, huh?" It was a nice thing to be, sure, but he seemed to be taking this whole Fighting The Crusades thing a little seriously. Or was he talking about something else?

[smallest]

He smiled widely as he nodded. Somewhere in the room, there was his guitar as well. However, the commotion from the wind had misplaced it. Francœur did not try to look for it; too many things had occupied him and now this gem was a new curiosity that he felt compelled to examine.

Medivh did not seem to mind, so he began to study it closer. He hummed to match the highs and lows, though it seemed that it lacked a pattern so he could not stay in tune with it. At first, his long fingers tapped the gem as if it were made of brittle glass. He tapped it and turned it, searching for a way to control its tone.

No worries!

[hornedomen]

[He did not make a comment, but the way he frowned seemed to suggest that he did not like the fact that he was here for so long.]

Okay, well if you do get questions, you can talk to me with this. [He held out his own tablet.]

But this place is small, so you can probably just visit me, too. I'm in unit 130, that's in the North Wing.

[hornedomen]

I'm human.

[He said quickly, perhaps a little too quickly.]

I have horns because I'm a Sacrifice. We're born once every generation. We all have horns, but that doesn't mean we're not human.

[alightlost]

Soldiers. Very brave, powerful, beautiful soldiers who love their princess.

[silvertree]

You were right.

[ He replies with a solemn nod.

Had he met Celebrian beforehand without Galadriel's audience, it would've possibly been a disaster. Celebran knew nothing of the cruel fate that awaits her and Celeborn would honestly hate himself if he had marred his daughter with such a truth. ]

Let us go to her.

[silvertree]

[ It didn't take long for Celeborn to acknowledge his daughter's presence, but to see her here amongst the rabble startled him some. Many years have passed since he last seen Celebrian, and even now he doubted his eyes.

He watched her in silence as the silver-haired elf gazed at the moon's bleak surface. Celeborn watched her with a small smile upon his face. ]

[ladyofrivendell]

[It took even less time for Celebrian to realize she was being watched, head turning just slightly to catch the familiar gleam of silver hair, straight rather than in waves like her own. Clearly newly arrived or she'd have seen him sooner than today. And she can't help herself, smiling at the sight of him and rushing over.

She looked more or less the same as when she'd first arrived but for the style of clothing she wore, something more sensible for war and medic work, and a long blade at her hip.]

Father..!

[And then her arms were around him, hugging him tightly.]

[moonlitlove]

Usagi blinked. Whoa, this was weird. She tried not to look too nervous, wondering just what Seiya could be looking for.

"...yup! Rei-chan keeps telling me it'll be a miracle if I ever get into high school. I guess I passed?"

[inafadingcrown]

[She takes his hand again, much more formally this time- as she would for a public audience in Lorien.]

Of course. [But there's more that she wants to tell him- more that she needs to tell him, so she adds:] There is much we should discuss still, after you have reunited.

[And she wouldn't mind having him to herself for a bit either.]

[selfequipped]

Pretty much.

[Well, there's more than that. The loss of friends. Giving up because it was too much.

But here they are, they're okay. They're okay. Still, the memory of Cassie stings no matter how much Kate wants to say they've moved on, she can't completely repress it.

Still, it's a dark history, but they've gotta keep fighting.]

[medivhal]

He didn't quite understand. Medivh had often let things in the world run their course without interfering too much--at least on a small scale. The chirp of a cricket would go without him so much as noticing. Dust collecting on his books--even less so. What this creature heard was a hundred times more than what Medivh could--or, willingly would. His machinations were much larger. His attention span could only be contained by the biggest of things.

So, he had no idea how to understand what Francœur was looking to do. So--

"...What is it you're trying to do?"

[dead_shot]

Lockon let out a sigh and then picked up the piece. "No, you're right, but it's more about the sentimental value." Even if having a reminder of his last moments so handy is not a smart idea, all he has on him is all he carries as a physical reminder of home.

"I'm also going to take a look around and, who knows. Maybe I'll bump into someone who has some different answers."

Yes good :D

[celestial_wizard]

"Really? Guitar and drums!?" Expert or not, Lucy is impressed. "And you write your own songs too? Seiya, you're really amazing..!" Beam beam. She grins more widely at the question, already wondering what the jam session might be like with the spirit. "Her name is Lyra; and I'm sure she'll be delighted to meet you, Seiya."

[eyecaptivating]

[A shake of her head.] Not really! It's kinda... Um...

Ahahaha, my friends and I like to stick around when new people come in! Even after they explain everything it can be really scary, so, um... There should be people to greet all of you here!

[gevurah]

[ Her lips pull into an amused smile. ]

So what's your shtick?

[concealingeyes]

[He's really confident, isn't he? It's a nice change of pace. Somehow when he says it like that, she can just believe they'll manage it somehow.]

You know you can pick your missions. If you want to focus on that, you can. Lately we've been busy just keeping supplies for everyone but we can do it. I think... you're going to help out a lot. Just your attitude is good, you know?

[vimdicare]

It's hard to be much of anything when you no longer exist. But I've been a puppet, a witch and a human. I'm a rare breed.

[hoody]

Annie sighs. Of course they couldn't. That would be far too easy. It was probably entirely possible, they just wouldn't allow it, lest it destroy the morale of their unwilling troops.

Annie does not particularly like the feeling of being shanghaied.

Armin is correct to think that Annie wouldn't exactly be the one to studiously attend the library and try to figure all of this nonsense by herself. The idea of getting all of her information from Arlert doesn't really appeal to her either, but he would probably have the best idea of it out of all of them, even if he'd never actually done this whole time traveling business. Unable to make a direct request, however, she merely shrugs and replies with a quiet, "If you find the time to." Of course, if he sends it to her tablet, it'll probably take her a few weeks to figure out how to find the message regardless, but she would appreciate the gesture.

She thinks of something and decides to ask, "Have you seen anyone from home here?" She'd already run into Eren; had he missed him?

[datastream]

[She simply stares at him for a moment, before suddenly brightening up considerably and taking his hand.]

Hey, look! We have the same hair!

[Different shades, but. Well.]