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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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Then he turned to address his gauntlet in hushed tones. "Not a demon? Then... a mystic relic, perhaps?"
The gauntlet beeped once more, its screen reverting to a 'working' symbol. "I'm really not sure. I don't have any records on this particular kind of technology. My best guess is a robot of some kind. According to my data, they're machines capable of moving and acting according to their programming."
"And this 'programming' being?"
"I'm not really sure," was the answer. "Since she says she's a lady, though, maybe you should just treat her like one."
This answer was not terribly reassuring to Jonathan, but he nevertheless turned back to Arcee. "Er... salutations! I apologize for touching your..." For a moment, Jonathan was at a loss for words, mostly because he didn't know what handlebars were and therefore could only vaguely guess as to their function. "...front," he finished lamely.
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"No, please, don't let me interrupt anything," she says to herself as the two chat away. Arcee will wait patiently, even tapping her fingers lightly against the floor in a soft, rhythmic metallic clang.
When he finally does turn back to her, she perks up, although her enthusiasm is obviously sarcastic. Obvious to anyone who understands sarcasm, anyway. She's even able to put on a smile for him.
"Done? Already? Okay, moving on," she can't fake this any harder. "Apology accepted. Maybe now you'll learn to keep your hands to yourself."