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crux_fleet2014-03-01 03:32 pm
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0004: NEW ARRIVAL BRIEFING
Who: New Arrivals, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon, Februaro 30th
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. The same goes for the robots in the hangars. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room.
The Briefing room is large. Not enough to accommodate a Cybertronian, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. A half completed, but still functional, holographic display is settled into the floor, showing a slowly rotating pyramid.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. They seem fairly relaxed. One man stands at the head. Graham Baker, a middle-aged man, showing the first signs of balding and wearing a rumpled business suit perhaps a size too large, nervously clasps his hands together and smiles.
[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with. The mods will not be doing hangar/medical awakenings unless it's specifically asked for.]
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon, Februaro 30th
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. The same goes for the robots in the hangars. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room.
The Briefing room is large. Not enough to accommodate a Cybertronian, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. A half completed, but still functional, holographic display is settled into the floor, showing a slowly rotating pyramid.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. They seem fairly relaxed. One man stands at the head. Graham Baker, a middle-aged man, showing the first signs of balding and wearing a rumpled business suit perhaps a size too large, nervously clasps his hands together and smiles.
[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with. The mods will not be doing hangar/medical awakenings unless it's specifically asked for.]
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—and then she plants the palm of her hand firmly against her forehead, her next words starting as a mumble up until the point she actually faces him properly once more. "This is a mess what year is it?"
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"It's 458 AC." He pauses, then closes his eyes. "I'm sorry. It's 458 After Confederation. We started a new calendar after forming the Confederation, and we'd changed a few times since then. By the old Earth reckonings, we would be in the 27th Century. I'm sorry, but I couldn't tell you the exact year." Again, too many calendar changes.
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But in this place, with this level of scientific development, and with supposedly no way out...
Wait.
"Since no one sought me out specifically when I regained consciousness, I'm guessing none of you have taken a look inside my ship just yet. Normally I'd like say this was a good thing, but since it would be answer to your dilemma I'm actually disappointed."
Of course, Yumemi has no idea that she arrived with nothing more than what was on her person.
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He pauses and swallows, looking far too much like an eager puppy than a man with rapidly thinning hair really should. "...You can send us home?"
Unfortunately for the both of them, Graham doesn't have a list of who came in with what.
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She appeared relaxed and even proud that she'll be able to put her mind to use right away. "You said that our possessions were back out there, right? Give me a minute to get suited up and I'll have all the answers I need." Presumably.