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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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I do. They seem very honest, to me.

[And she nods at that last question.]

There's a cafeteria here! They I've heard they don't have very much...I could show you the way there, if you want!

Many people don't seem to hold the same sentiment. Interesting.

[Milla perks at the mention of a cafeteria. Who cares if she technically doesn't need to eat anymore with the Four at her disposal again? Food is still good.]

I would like that. Please lead the way.

Well, I guess it can be hard to trust people who bring you into a situation like this...

[Selim lives off photosynthesis and an occasional drink of blood, herself. But she's managed to learn where things are in this space station, so it's with confidence that she nods and turns in the direction of the cafeteria.]

Alright! It's this way.

You don't have any problems with the fact they brought you here?

[Milla follows after her, eyes scanning the surroundings she passes. Best to get familiar with this place if she really is stuck here like everyone keeps insisting.]

It's not that I don't have problems with it, but--well, I think it's better to stay positive than to worry, when I don't know how to get home by myself, anyway...

[Selim moves at an easy pace as she talks, vines pushing her easily along down the halls. She can't help feeling just a bit sad though, remembering the kind people she'd left behind, and it might have leaked out in her voice. Just a bit.]

That's true, getting upset over it won't help the situation. So you intend to help the Initiative to get home?

[Milla's eyes eventually drift to Selim's interesting form. She reminds her vaguely of how Spirits look, but she doesn't sense anything like it with her. She decides to ask, and she doesn't sugarcoat it.]

What are you?

Yes, that's right. If we all help out, we'll get home that much faster, right?

[And there it is. She'd half expected the question to come sooner or later, but still she can't help letting a little nervousness slip through as she answers.]

I'm a vampire.

That would be the logical course. [Milla hms lightly.] What's a vampire?

Well, basically...vampires drink blood. Some of us need it to survive, too.

So you use humans or animals as a food source? That doesn't sound very delicious.

Oh no, it actually does taste delicious! I used to have it all the time, years ago.