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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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Comments

[battering]

Red sparrow... cool. Alright!

[ he grins; Koujaku was helpful and he had a cool name, he could go on Yata's good list.

as such, he holds his fist out toward him for a fistbump!! ]

meta meta meta meta rockin everywhere.

[ignitepass]

Maybe... whoever has been here the longest. Or a new arrival with the power to change everything. [ that's how it works, right? The main character definitely wouldn't be him. He thinks he would make a terrible main character. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[The hand holding the tea cup starts shaking a little. Michael would have thoroughly scorned him for his servitude, and would assert dominance through further humiliation and abuse. Truthfully, he doubts any of the other angels would really understand his behavior. Not even Raguel...

Solomon...Solomon mostly makes him terribly self-conscious. ]

A servant's life is less...complicated. Besides, I have always served God, haven't I?

[gillitine]

[...Why over there...does her plantness bother him after all!? Well, she can...she can understand that. The metaphorical wilting is almost imperceptible over here.]

Alright then. Why don't we start...this way? [And off she gooeessss at an average walking pace of course.]

[72demons]

[ noting the trembling, solomon sets the cup down, reaching out to gather it in his own. he squeezes the fingers, glancing up to meet uriel's eyes. ]

I think that you should do what makes you happy. There's no shame in that. And was mankind not made in God's image?

[ he brings the angel's hand to his cheek, eyes sliding shut, mouth curving. ] I'm grateful, Uriel.

[onehundredswords]

Me? Nah, I'm just filling in for someone. He's a little detained at the moment.

You probably won't see me doing this again.

[If he does a good enough job at greeting his own way you can count on it.]

[onehundredswords]

[Feferi don't ruin his fun geez.]

Is that his name? I never did get it.

I just heard he was detained for stealing powers or somethin'.

[onehundredswords]

[AND HE LAUGHS TBH gin ichimaru is not-so-secretly a dork.]

I think I met a friend a' yours earlier, actually. She stopped by.

[gillitine]

[some of her vines pull up defensively when it doesn't seem like he's stopping, but--

oh. we're safe. okay.]

...Really? But you look like you're in a hurry, the way you're going...

[mortuaria]

Wow, was it that obvious? What gave it away?

[shotup]

[Come to think of it, she looks different, too. Different from the last time he saw her, anyway, which was moments before he arrived in this place. If this is another one of those timewarps...]

Eh-yeah. It's me. They got me too. [He wipes the cookie crumbs from his mouth, clearing his throat.] It's a cookie. Uh... did you just arrive?

[mortuaria]

[ He tries not to focus too much on her wings - it's not their existence that unsettles him, but that they're such a pure white that of course he's reminded of stupid Cupid and his stupid confession. But this girl is nothing like Cupid. ]

So I take it the mutiny failed.

[mortuaria]

[ Does he look arrogant at that? Yeah, he looks kind of arrogant. ]

They can try.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Solomon's cheeks are so cold in comparison to his warm hands. The moon is definitively not Jerusalem, and Uriel will have to find him warmer clothes.]

...Happiness has little relevance to the matter, Solomon. [There he goes again. Joy. ] It was merely the right thing to do.

[That child needed Kevin Cecil way more than he needed Uriel.]

Please, do not thank me.

[mortuaria]

Nico.

[ He hesitates, then holds out a hand to shake. ]

[mortuaria]

Says the girl who's half-dead herself.

[ In the end he pockets the apple too. He doesn't want to stand here and eat in front of other people. ]

My dad's lord of the dead. What do you think?

[geniality]

Sir? [Wow, that's a new one!] Just Seto is fine, seriously! It's what everyone else calls me.

[Because.... that's his name, wow. But he's right; even his lifelong friends don't use his first name.]

How about you? You have a name, right?

[ozymandates]

The sound of his title has him looking up from his continued attempts to navigate the device. Not that he could be the only commander on the base, but that bark of an address is unmistakable. It takes him no time at all to locate its source: one Eren Yeager, somewhat battered and wavering, but pushing it down with a firm salute. The last he'd seen of the boy, he'd been barely mobile in the back of a cart, so to have him on his feet is a definite—if potentially inadvisable—improvement.

Erwin folds the tablet and faces the salute. This is three of them now, there's no telling just how many of them had been brought into this nonsense.

"Have you seen any others?"

Of the Survey Corps. Hell, of the military at large. Anyone remotely recognizable. Even if they were all technically equals under their new command, he's no intention of dismissing his own pull of respect.

[heartsink]

Once more, she forces herself to her feet, keeping her balance with one arm on the wall—once again, not reaching for his support, keeping that chasm so wide when even she knows she should depend on the other side's offered bridge. But her awareness of her surroundings—and what such gestures would mean—has come back to her as tears have left, and she knows what she can and cannot do.

"I don't expect you to understand the risk you're asking me to take," she says, finally taking her first real steps towards the dormitory doors; she doesn't turn her head to keep Karkat in her line of vision. "But I won't endanger you like that, either."

[biwinning]

What, who? I don't have friendsth.

[clansman]

[ what. vines. what. ]

A bush. . . ?

[ PEERING DOWN and only partly ignoring the question. ]

[ozymandates]

It's less than the usual hail he's been greeted with thus far, but the young girl homing into his peripheral vision hardly escapes his notice. Not that he'd expect anything more from a perfect stranger. Her tone is calm and polite, offering up her knowledge on the device in his hands.

It hadn't been totally impossible to figure out the basics, but it hadn't been exactly fast, and an explanation would be the quickest way to get an understanding of the technology out of the way. He'll meet her serious voice with a serious, pleasant one.

"I would appreciate it."

[ex_plus110]

I am like this because of my own choosing.

( and stupidity. she wasn't very bright back when she was a normal girl. and wore glasses and braids. )

I thought your story would be more like the Greek stories, you know you are son of the lord of the dead but you live a normal life without knowing and something strange happens and so forth. Like Hercules or something like that.

[mortuaria]

Did you pay any attention to Heracles's story? His life sucked. For that matter, so does Heracles.

[ Hazel told him about what an award-winning jerk Heracles was when they entered the Mediterranean and he is really not surprised. ]

[ex_plus110]

Well then, I suppose I have no say in anything you are or will be.

( honestly. )

I have to ask, how much of your powers are you able to use here?