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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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...No. Not at all. I'm not even sure I believe in magic. Some things are difficult to explain, of course, but it's all science in the end.

[Elizabeth shifts.]

Ah...England. What was left of it, at least.

Oh. That's - well. I don't really know what to think of that. I don't think it's science at all. We've always had it.

[ England. Hm. ] I've never been there. I suppose I still won't quite get to go there, but.

Everything is science in the end. [Elizabeth is a strong proponent of SCIENCE.] It's just a matter of whether or not we understand how yet.

I've never been either. Not in my time, I mean. And it...it isn't really like anything I ever read about. And I don't even really know what it might be like after the bombing...

Is it really, though? They've never been able to find anything scientific about magic. It just - is.

[ With a little bit of a shrug, meant to mitigate that. She hadn't meant it to sound quite that sure of herself. ] What was the bombing like?

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Sorry for the delay.

no worries i'm much worse