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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

[manifestum]

[ You might need a very loose definition of the world normal for Lee to fall under that category, but compared to a lot of the people that were dragged here? Yeah, he was sort of almost normal. He still considered himself mostly normal.

Definitely normal enough that it didn't make a lot of sense to him why someone would drag him to another world to help fight a war. ]

Yeah, it's that if nothing else. But honestly? I'm not really interested in star gazing right now myself. If this really isn't Coral Grove, then there's gotta be some halfway reasonable explanation for what's going on right now.

[alightlost]

[ But of course. The same could be said for Seiya, but she always carried herself differently anyway - egos will do that. ]

If there is a reasonable explanation, it's still not good enough for me. I don't appreciate being taken away from my work like that - not one bit. [She smirked.] And it isn't star-gazing either. You?

[manifestum]

Are you asking about my work, or if I appreciate being dragged here? Because if it's the first I hate to break it to you but I'm fifteen, so my only job is trying not to fall asleep during droning lectures for seven hours every day. If you mean the second, then no way! Obviously not. Who would?

[ Well... some weird people might, but they don't count. ]

Sorry thought my vacation would have better internet access

[alightlost]

[Her eyebrow twitched a little.] Some fifteen-year-olds are enterprising enough to think of the future - the stars can hold such answers too.

No worries

[manifestum]

[ Blank stare right back at her. ]

What fifteen year olds do you know?

[alightlost]

Soldiers. Very brave, powerful, beautiful soldiers who love their princess.

[manifestum]

Oookay. Well where I'm from most fifteen year olds don't join the military.

[alightlost]

I didn't say the military. I think a better analogy would be... the heir to a noble house. It's just something you learn to do as you mature.

[She shrugs.] It just means that whoever decided to bring all of us together must not have a very good tactical mind or selection process.

[manifestum]

Uh-huh...

Either way, pretty sure you're right about that last part. In fact, I'm almost positive their selection process just involves grabbing the first person they can from various worlds and tossing them here. Assuming what they're claiming happened is actually true, because I'm still skeptical on that one.

[alightlost]

[She laughs a little]

Okay, so you don't believe in magic? What's your theory then?

[manifestum]

A really bad head injury that made me delusional. After that? I've got nothing.