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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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[ The telephone poles are tall and we don’t have ladders so we just kind of make it work with 3DMG. You better believe it’s a rough job.

She’s got his attention and when he shifts the pressure goes to the wrong side. So, the question comes out as a snap, but pretty impassive features serve to betray the tone of his voice. ]

What?

[It must be especially hard for this guy, he's pretty short.]

[(though still taller than her)]

[And woah... that is one icy tone. Maya is, unfortunately, very easily intimidated, and the snap combined with a dead-eyed stare is enough to get her startled and nervous-looking]

U-Um... I was gonna say... Y-You don't have to repair telephones anymore if it hurts and... there's a clinic!

[ Being Levi was suffering. Why would he apply for such a horrible job?

Whatever train of thought he had going was quickly derailed. What in the—really? He straightens out a bit, weight shifting appropriately to accommodate the injury. ]

What are you even talking about?

[ The tone is gone, but Maya... Oh my god. ]

[That's a slight improvement. Though his facial expression.... it looks like his forehead crushed the rest of his face, leaving his eyes dead.]

[It's disconcerting]

Y.. You know, your job! There aren't even any telephone lines around here anyway...

[Maya clearly knows what's going on]