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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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[72demons]

[ he laughs a little at the enthusiastic response, turning in the direction he thinks is the kitchens. ]

That's very true. I'm very excited to hear about you and Vinea. And the kingdom you come from.

[ and this dungeon concept. ]

[firefromstars]

Your world... Your dimension? [ The word is a new one to her, but she's grasping the concept quickly. ] You know me?

[dead_shot]

[ A chuckle. Lockon held it between his fingers and half-turned, looking down the hall with one eye closed, the other focused through the scope. ] ...if it does anything special at all, I haven't figured that out yet.

[ Now he's looking it over from the side and underneath, something he's already done before. ] I still don't know what they mean by them "evolving". [ This is not Pokémon. ]

[implying]

I knew it.

[ He grins and slides to a stop next to her. ]

And my dear, we are quite simply thrilled to have you! I'm sorry I missed your arrival proper, though. Please do tell me someone took it upon themselves to show such a beautiful new face around, yes?

[speakveryclearly]

[Without doubt--] I definitely look forward to our return to the city. The organization there is far superior, and it's home, to me. [She glances over at Homura again to gauge her reaction.] Not originally, of course. I have been a part of this endeavor for the past year and hope to stay on permanently, though.

You don't have to do anything contrary to your will, especially not in the current relative disorder, but I have the feeling your initiative would be appreciated. [She knows this from observation.]

[ex_plus110]

Ah yes, "evolving". Perhaps they change form?

( a light chuckle on her behalf. )

Or it could be as time goes on they grow stronger?

[dead_shot]

[ Lockon actually stalls, most of the fire leaving him even if he's still standing there with his hands up, he'd be wide open now with the way he's staring at the strange man before him. Stranger, still, for the name he just used. ] How do you know that name?

[ Well, so much for keeping secrets, Neil. ]

[smiled]

[her smile slips a little at that - 'fun' isn't really the word she'd use - but the lapse in its brightness is brief, covered up by something less sheepish, more friendly, and not altogether completely genuine. it's hard to appear so joyful in such a miserable situation, but that's one thing vanille's had a lot of practice at, so it's likely barely noticeable if at all.] It's okay!

[she shoves an enthusiastic arm out in front of her for an introductory handshake.] I'm Vanille, it's nice to meetcha!

[mortuaria]

[ Please be poisoned please be poisoned please be poisoned please be poisoned ]

Suagroi.

[72demons]

[ is he nervous? no, he's not sure he'd call it that. it's just-- well, it's as he's said, he's missed lucifer.

he does sit, though, easing himself down wearily. the veil is removed from his hair, then, and he folds it on the table. the crown follows, and he rakes both hands back through his hair in relief. ]

I feel as if I never get to take that thing off sometimes.

[mortuaria]

[ Nooooo not girls who are persistently nice his one true weakness ]

...Nico.

[firefromstars]

I don't understand. [ And she hates saying it again, this feels like one of those things she's supposed to know, one of those things that Donna and Dick and everyone expect her to know. ] He... He has always been Robin.

[ She's starting to feel overwhelmed. ]

[72demons]

[ how interesting. how terribly unlike the system set up on his world. ] --And angels aren't involved? [ well! that's nice.

the question earns a startled little laugh. ] Oh, goodness, well, I suppose some few have tried, in a manner of speaking. There are bad ones just like there are bad humans and bad angels. But for the most part, they're just like anyone else.

[ he smiles serenely, lashes lowering over his eyes. ] And I'm quite capable of protecting myself from them, should I need to.

[blondtactician]

I had roommates for awhile, but they're gone now. The Initiative sometimes sends people home... it seems almost at random.

[His gear sits neatly on the far bunk. The rags he's used the clean and maintain it are stained with blood.

Armin goes through one of the storage drawers beneath the bunk, retrieving a small flashlight.]

This is a light. I need you to look at me, okay?

Can you tell me how you hit your head? Do you remember?

[He shines a light in Eren's eyes to test for pupil dilation: simple field medicine stuff, really, but things like miniature, portable lights certainly help.]

[heartsink]

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

It's not like there's anywhere to go in a space station, even bound to the natural satellite as it is. She can't go back to her room; what if Mahdi is there, or Ashraf? Concern for this, sympathy for that, prying for details either way; attempts to wrench their way into her rotten, miserable heart, as if that were a desirable place to reside. She can't leave the base itself, not without using her powers. She can't fling herself onto the teleporter to escape into Earth's past, or future, when the influx has only recently ceased.

Every place to go can be gone to. There are no solitary islands. But still, she puts as much distance as she can between herself and Karkat, between herself and everyone else—the same as she's done, day after day, month after month. Her heart pounds so hard in her chest, and she can't tell anymore if it's for grief or for exertion.

It's not even Karkat she's running from, is it?

... Not that she's running from much of anything at this point. Out of breath, out of stamina, legs week and lungs aching, with her face red and drenched with sweat. She leans on her forearms against the wall, hands splayed to keep her from falling.

So stupid.

[mortuaria]

[ He nods. He doesn't fully comprehend it yet, but it's a start. ]

What do you know about Greek mythology?

[ex_plus110]

I know what school teaches, the essentials.

( like the stories and such. she was never really interested in them, mostly because of how weird they often got, especially the gods. )

[72demons]

[ he offers her a wide-eyed glance, clapping his hands together in a pleading gesture. ] Oh, would you, Miss? I could never dream of forgetting the name of such a cute young lady.

[ he might be teasing her a little, but his expression is so warm and earnest that it's really hard to tell. ]

[mortuaria]

Yeah, well, they're not just stories. My dad is Hades, the god of the Underworld.

[72demons]

I'm Solomon. It's nice to meet you, Carol. [ a pause, then, glancing aside at her. ] You're surely not here on your own, are you?

[liprings]

[ He waves a hand dismissively over his shoulder. ]

Been there, done that, had the little pink bastards for breakfast.

[ Jan might be as fluent in Greek as he should be, but he's got his insults down. ]

[ex_plus110]

.....

( well then. it was possible yes, but....homura wasn't too sure. then again he was able to detect that she wasn't truly alive. )

I assume you don't have much of a father-son relationship with him do you?

Huzzah!

[alightlost]

Seiya tried to smile back reassuringly. "Well, yes, but-" She didn't want to lie to Usagi. "I'll recover. I just over-exerted myself. Just walking around with you like this will be fine, though."

She offered her arm to Usagi. "Shall we continue?"

[72demons]

[ solomon is pushed off balance (he's not terribly sturdily built, especially after months of uriel's punishment), but he catches himself easily enough (it's not the first time he's dealt with people like heat, after all), hurrying to catch up, trailing just a few steps behind and to the right of him. ]

Did I offend you? I'm sorry, I just don't get to get out of the palace much, so I like meeting new people. [ he breathes a laugh. ] Even new people who are grouches.

[hellosailor]

[And look, Victor could smell trouble. He'd survived this long by figuring out when things were about to go sideways, so he takes her look seriously.]

You're going to have to be more specific than that. People have mentioned airlocks, I don't know how seriously. But even if you got out of here, as far as I know you can't get home. This isn't just a different time, it's a different universe, whatever that means. And the transporter is apparently so hard to use no one but the Initiative people can figure it out.

[He shrugs, and although his voice stays light there's an edge of something else]You'd think people would just you know, convince [the connotation is clear] them to send us home, but that sort of suggestion is liable to get you in a lot of trouble. The people up here take their little heroes crusade very seriously.

[Too damn seriously. Look, the UE had gone this long on one Earth, the chances of them burning through all of their worlds? Let alone worlds populated by the kind of crazy people he'd seen up here? Fat damn chance. And he was willing to take chances.]