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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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( homura glances at him once more before giving him her back. )

Perhaps you should steal a weapon.

[ That's a brave move around someone she doesn't know. Good thing Lockon has no reason to take advantage of an opening like that. ] That sounds like poor manners, considering we're their honored guests.

Why did you suggest it then?

( he could do anything to her, she wouldn't care at all. not until she noticed madoka was here. )

[ —oh, he sees it now. ] I actually meant for the Initiative to steal us better gear. Or at least spare clothes. [ That's the one thing he was never offered when he arrived. ]

I see.

( what a strange man. she glances at him, running her hand through her hair. )

Do you have a name?

[ All he wants are some pants. A decent pair of pants. ] I do.

[ For half a second, he thought he'd be real cheeky and leave it there. What kind of way to introduce herself is that? ] It's Neil.

That's a.....a nice name.

( she isn't sure what to say. )

Thanks.

...and yours? I don't think with a weapon like that you'd like anything I came up with. [ Like "little reaper girl". The thought doesn't even strike him as funny, given the situation. The time for morbid humor is later. Much later. ]

It's Homura.

( she would ignore it honestly. being fazed by teasing or embarrassed it a privilege innocent girls have, not her. she is not part of that group, at least not anymore. )

Homura, then. [ His accent's not terrible, but that has nothing to do with being able to speak Japanese. Living and working with a multi-cultural team for years has just honed his listening skills, and repeating what he's heard is easy enough. ]

[ He jerked a thumb toward the door with scratches. ] Any idea what they've got locked up in there?

It's a supply closet.

( a pause. )

It has supplies.

Guess that makes the most sense. [ Isn't there some saying about judging books by their covers? Then again, if he is too skeptical of his new "boss"es then it'd work out poor for him. ]

What do you think it has in it?

It could lead to anywhere. [ Lockon shrugs a shoulder, spying movement down the hall. No doubt the thoroughfares are going to be quite busy today with the other arrivals. ] I don't exactly believe everything I've been told, so I'm hoping one of these doors leads "backstage".