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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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[Wow, this'll go super. He's unused to being creeped up on. (The things he's supposed to fighting aren't exactly the stealthy sort.) And he's concentrating so hard on staying upright and browbeating his gear into submission he makes it terribly easy right now. Eren starts violently, head jerking up and missing the plate of cookies by spare inches, spine and shoulders going rigid. If he were anyone not trained for three years in the art of keeping your balance in terrible situations, he probably would have toppled over. He doesn't, because even dead on his feet there's enough reflex there to save him. But being the low key and calm person he is, he responds to this abuse of his frayed nerves rationally.]

What's the big idea, asshole!

Whoa! Temper, temper.

[He's enjoying that heated reaction far more than Eren may realize, sadly.]

No need to be so hostile, guy...especially to some friendly advice.

[Well good. Unfortunately for Gin it's pretty short lived (for..now...) and he sort of simmers. Brows drawn together and hands twitching in and out of fists as he comes down from a fight-or-flight and stares and tries to make sense of this guy. He doesn't really have any good defense for himself that isn't "you scared the shit out of me" so he doesn't even try.]

I'm fine. I didn't ask you for advice.

[Totally fine.]

Oh? Well I'm glad!

[His tone is lighthearted, including the chuckle that follows his response.]

But it's more about the people tryin' to get down the hall an' who might trip. Like me.

As an officer of the law it's kinda my duty to make sure things're runnin' smoothly. [In actuality he just uses his position to mess with people, which is exactly what's happening here.]

You're police?

[It does pique his interest, even if it doesn't do much in the way of earning Gin respect out of a matter of course. Because Eren's not necessarily a huge fan of officers of the law until they prove themselves worthy of it. (Far too used to seeing them abusing their position of power.) So far Gin's just being annoying though, not malicious, so for now all he does is squint suspiciously up at him.]

You don't look like it.

[(Don't you get a sweet unicorn jacket or something out of the deal? What kind of outfit is this Initiative running.)]

We don't exactly got the resources for anything too telling, y'know. Hold on...

[He tucks the leaflets under his arm and then shoves the plate into Eren's hand-] Hold this. [-then removes his tablet from inside of his jacket and starts tapping away, scrolling and navigating, yadda yadda.

Eventually he brings up the police force's page and holds the screen in front of Eren, where Gin's name is listed.]

See that? Gin Ichimaru, that's me. It's a little messy at the minute but we do our best to look as official an' held together as we can.

[Gin, you're lucky his reflexes are good, or you wouldn't be able to inflict those cookies on any more poor unfortunate souls. He rebalances the plate to conserve the cookies as Gin casts about for his credentials, (not...like he had much choice.) And when presented with the screen he gives the tablet a long puzzled squint. (Guess who forgot he'd even been handed one of those almost immediately in favor of being outraged at other things.)

Okay. Can't much cast blame for being short of supplies. It's not just the clothes, though. It's the smile, the flippant and casual way he talks about it. For someone as intensely (even comically) serious about his duties as Eren is, it rubs him the wrong way. So he still doesn't look particularly apologetic for calling Gin an asshole, earlier.]

I don't need your help. [Or your charity. He holds the plate back up for Gin to take.] You can find someone else to look after.

[Even if Eren dropped them, he probably would have used it to be more of a nuisance, honestly. Gin plans ahead to make every possible outcome as irritating as possible for everyone.

So perhaps no surprise when he doesn't take them back immediately.]

Huh? Hey, hey, c'mon kid, I told you - this ain't about you. Don't be so self-centered.

I could've tripped on your gizmo there.

[Don't be so self-centered, he says. The hypocrisy isn't lost on him at least, rather, it's intentional.]

[Goddammit take the stupid cookies, Gin. He's only got a certain amount of deference in him for unfamiliar and untested authority figures and it's running out pretty damn swiftly.]

Gizmo?

[Wow, rude. Speaking of being rude-]

You'd be pretty clumsy for a policeman if you did.

[Considering the police are (supposed to be) composed of the top scores and most talented soldiers back home, worrying over tripping doesn't do much to impress him. Or maybe police are just infamous slackers wherever you go.]