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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

[smiled]

[It's okay; Vanille understands the need for privacy. She has secrets of her own, after all, things she has carried close to her chest and guarded with false smiles and insincere laughter while fear bubbles in her gut and guilt chokes her every breath. She has pledged herself to the bravery of truth since, has come clean about her lies and deceptions to those that matter... but they will never be things she speaks freely of with strangers, will never be things that do not weigh heavy on her mind, no matter how many amends she makes, no matter how many sacrifices.

In this new world where Vanille feels so very lost and alone, she is reverting back a little to that shallow, dishonest exuberance that got her through those first several days upon waking on Cocoon.

But her friendliness is true; she is a social person with a big heart, putting others before herself at every turn, and she would rather be together with a stranger engaging in smalltalk than staring up at the stark blackness of space and worrying about things out of her control.

So she pushes any dark thoughts to the back of her mind and laughs lightly, looking down at her outfit. This is not the first time she's woken in a strange place in wholly inappropriate attire.] It's pretty strange for me, too! But I wonder... if anyone is ever really prepared for something like this.

[dead_shot]

Heh. No, I don't think many people would be prepared for sudden time travel. Not anyone I'd call sane before today, at least. [ No tin foil hats, here. ]

Can I ask you something? Have you encountered anyone who... seemed to already know who you were? I mean, someone you didn't know before. [ Lockon couldn't stop dwelling on how weird that encounter earlier had been. ]

sorry for taking awhile! went on vacatioooon

[smiled]

[At Neil's question, Vanille turns pensive, once again resembling the thoughtful girl that stood at the glass staring out into space.

She frowns a little in thought, thinking back on a conversation she'd had earlier: a girl she didn't know, who seemed to know her.] Yeah... she told me I'd been here before. [A pause.] Did it happen to you, too?