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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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Ah, then I can see how that's actually very useful. [Hello own personal spy. He's almost jealous now. He'll also be sure to keep an eye out for it now.]

So, you made it, then? Kind of an odd pet. Not a fan of cats?

He has his uses, on occasion.

...In a manner of speaking. [Sure hedging that question, he smiles and shrugs his lanky shoulders] He's not a pet, and I ain't never really been a fan of actual pets. Or animals in general.

[Especially frogs. Fucking frogs]

I suppose you don't have to worry about feeding him. That's a plus.

[He offers a hand for a handshake.] Al. Al Anselm.

No, he gets on fine by himself. [Not that Facilier gets to eat a whole lot regardless. Poverty sucks.

He takes that hand, a little sad there's no deal attached to it, but he can wait]

Real pleasure. Doctor Facilier, at your humble service.

Doctor, eh? What kind of doctor, if I may ask?

The kind that solves all your problems.