outsiderslogs | watch out for falling space debris.

who. Anyone and everyone on the station.
what. Two shuttles come through the relay. Only one makes it through intact - and it's the one bringing in the new recruits.
where. All around the station, but most of the action will probably take place on and around the landing pads.
when. Right now.
warnings. General, mass hysteria. Not much else.

It's that time again. Time for that shuttle to come through the relay and bring in a new batch of people that don't know where they are or why. This is something that everyone has gotten used to, and doesn't think much of.

This time, though, something is different. And because no one is expecting it, it catches the entire station by surprise. Two shuttles come through the relay, and while that's more than surprising enough, what happens next, no one is expecting.

One of the shuttles explodes. Out in the dead of space between the relay and the station, it bursts into a thousand smaller pieces. The debris left behind tells nothing of what had been on the shuttle, or who for that matter, but the fact remains that this wasn't supposed to happen.

Which means people are going to wonder why it happened in the first place.

With the newcomers arriving on the station, there's going to be enough confusion going on, but with the shuttle explosion tacked on to the end? It's going to raise some suspicion.

This log is not only for the newcomers to mingle about, but also to gauge reactions about the shuttle exploding. To speculate on why it happened, and generally allow for all kinds of reactions all throughout the station. You can assume that by the time the shuttle with our new characters has landed, news of the explosion has travelled through most of the station. Please see the OOC post for more information.

Have fun, and try not to freak out too much.

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"How you got here?" Lydia frowns. She's not really sure how many of them get there. Rumors sure, about people being pulled in through time and space to help with a war, but the actual science behind it isn't clear.

"I just know one minute you're going one place and then somewhere in the middle you end up here. I was at a warehouse," she replies, as if it's not a very odd place to be.

Maybe a year ago or so, Elena would've questioned the warehouse thing, but you're talking to a girl that hangs out in cemeteries, abandoned houses, and with Salvatores now on a fairly regular basis. She's not even going to question it. Hell, for all she knows, warehouses are party central for wherever Lydia's from.

"And nobody remembers anything." It's a question, but not put as one. Elena just can't think of a reason why everyone seems to forget the middle between point A & B. She'd like to jump to the conclusion of magic or possession, but that really doesn't appear to be a thing around here already. And what commentary is that when those seem far-fetched possibilities to the current situation. For now, she decides to let it drop. Lydia doesn't know anything and speculating is only going to get her so far. "I'm Elena, by the way."

"Lydia," she starts in reply. "It's not just the not remembering, it's that it takes only a fraction of a second before you go from one to the other. Blink and you've already missed it."

Lydia assumes that it's something from a science fiction movie. That faster than light, black holes -- those sort of unexplained things.

"How do you know?" Sorry, Lydia. Elena's willing to accept this as real life and not just a bad dream, but she's gonna need a little more than that to buy into the idea she just instantly appeared anywhere.

Lydia shrugs, "I guess I don't really know. Not for certain, but I can't think of it any other way. If I start to think about the other possible reasons how it happened, it just sounds even more ridiculous and far-fetched."

Moving closer to Elena, she shows her Omni-Tool to her. "Like this. You should have one on you. You never picked it up, though, and it's more advanced than most the smart phones I've seen. If they can do that, I have to think that they can do more."

Elena looks more puzzled than she did just a few seconds ago. Something she thought was entirely impossible, but there you have it anyway. She takes a small step back.

"You know, when I woke up this morning, I really didn't think I'd be falling in the middle of a sci-fi flick by lunchtime," she says, looking at her own Omni-Tool and trying to remember if and when she would have picked it up. There's, of course, nothing in her memory about that. She shakes her head a little, closing her eyes a moment. Maybe if she could just visualize home, she'd end up there. Of course, that far-fetched idea won't work even if instant travel into space and another dimension are apparently legitimate.

"How long have you been here?" she asks, opening her eyes. She's not sure if she wants the answer.

"Just a few months," Lydia replies easily. She motions for them to move off to the side, out of the direct line of all the people trying to find others or get re-introduced to each other.

"I didn't really understand it either and I don't actually understand most of it anymore today than I did then." It probably didn't help that she spent a week unconscious with dreams of home that she's positive happened.

"You understand a lot more than I do," Elena says with a weak smile. "Does anybody know what happened with that other shuttle at least?"

Elena's leaning towards no. Everyone seems to be in such a panic and she's noticed a few dirty looks tossed her way from other species. She's not sure if there's rampant racism or what, but either way it seems more like eyes are peeled for scapegoats more than anything else.

Frowning, Lydia glances around trying to see if she recognizes anyone that might have a better idea.

"I think it's something everyone's eager to find out, but I don't think anyone has any answers. Usually, it's just one shuttle - not two."

Elena hesitates. She really doesn't know much about this world to have any real authority and she doesn't want to necessarily start something, but she can't help but wonder.

"You don't think it's possible it was set up somehow, do you?"

"Oh," Lydia starts, "I'm sure it was set up, but it's just a matter that there are so many different reasons why it could've happened, that it's going to be difficult to sort out who had the best reasons."

Was there even a CSI: Omega around here?

Elena knows she probably shouldn't get involved. She gets involved in things and they go poorly quickly. It's just a law of nature. But she has a penchant for getting involved in things she's better off staying out of, so she continues speculating.

"Can you think of any off the top of your head?"

Yeah, she really needs a life coach.

Normally, Lydia might have a slight inkling of what's going on, but she's been out of the loop for a week and still trying to settle into her day to day life.

"Honestly? Not really. I'm still trying to learn about all the different aliens here."

"You haven't been here very long then?" Elena tilts her head a little. Part of her hopes the answer is yes because there's something reassuring that. But another part of her hopes the answer is no because that's more reassuring that at least one of them has an idea of how to navigate this place.

Lydia shakes her head, "A few months. I suffered some memory loss recently, so the last week is slightly blurry."

It's the easiest way to explain that she had been unconscious and dreaming of being back home.

"You're okay now, right?" Elena's brow furrows a little. They just met, but that doesn't really stop Elena from being concerned. But it's also just generally good to know whether or not this place was going to turn into Momento at a moment's notice.

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