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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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[Substantial companions can also stab you in the back]

Guess they do. I'm more of the quiet type, personally, he suits me just fine.

[He'll give her a flourishing bow] And look at me, forgettin' my manners. Doctor Facilier, it's a real pleasure.

[And in return for the bow, she gives a quick little nod, accompanied by the slightest bend at the waist.] And I am the Lady Galadriel. [A slight tilt of her head] 'Doctor' is a title oft given to healers, is it not?

A lady? Well, it is indeed a great honour.

[It's not. Goddamn rich and privileged people, they can all burn in a hole as far as he's concerned]

It is, but healing is just one of my many talents.

That much is evident already. [She smiles, but there's still something wary in the glance she shoots back at his shadow.] Tell me, then, how would you describe what you do, Doctor Facilier? [It's a valiant effort at his name, even if she does stumble a little.]

[She tried, and he won't outwardly hate her for that stumbling]

I help folks out, however they might need it. I see what they want [what they want, not what they need, that's Mama Odie's thing] and I make it a reality for them. It's a gift and I figure I should use it.

A dangerous gift, some might say. What we wish is not always what is best- for others or for ourselves. [She learned that particular moral a very long time ago.]

True, but that's a lesson folk need to learn on their own. Maybe they'll get a little more out of it, too. Come out of the experience a little wiser.

[Assuming he lets them come out of the experience, of course]

Perhaps. [She still looks skeptical, though. He's going on her 'to watch' list, for sure.]

[As she will go on his, can't be too careful]

You sound skeptical. Not one to believe such things?

I have always believed that little worth having comes without effort.

You sound like a dear friend of mine. [It's funny because it's not true]

You'd be surprised what a little know-how can do for you, though.

Very little surprises me these days. [An little enigmatic smile at that.] But mayhaps you are right.

After all, even the man who's seen everything can be surprised once in a while. There's always the chance of something new being around the bend.