Crux Fleet NPCs ([personal profile] crux_npcs) wrote in [community profile] crux_fleet2014-03-01 03:32 pm

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.]
embellishes: (to the ground)

hajime ichinose / gatchaman crowds

[personal profile] embellishes 2014-03-06 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
None of what's explained to Hajime goes over her head. Sure, she doesn't understand all of it now, but she assumes she will once she understands this place better. It's all filed away in her head for later reference. One thing sticks out to her -- she has to get a job now. In a way, she supposes that being a Gatchaman was her job. She fiddles with her note, balancing it in her hand.

"Policewoman?" She says out loud, a curious lilt to her voice. Maybe, maybe not. Would she qualify for that? Don't you need training for that? But then, does she need training with the G Suit? Then again, no one knows what a G Suit is here. Or do they? She has so many questions, and she looks around. There are enough people here that she doesn't feel isolated, so she perks up.

As someone passes by her, she speaks up, perhaps a bit suddenly.

"What do you think? What kind of job are you going to get?"

It doesn't really matter who answers as long as they're honest, Hajime reasons -- as long as she gets an idea of what kind of jobs she should be looking into.
erythristic: (pointing is rude)

[personal profile] erythristic 2014-03-17 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Twenty third century. Twenty third century. She keeps running over it in her head in disbelief, as if it'll change things. That's four centuries she has to catch up on, four centuries and an untold amount of life and death to consider. How old does it make her, she wonders, and then immediately discards the thought as the number is too much to be reasonable.

The question comes out of nowhere, and she initially assumes it's meant for someone else, but there's no one else close enough...Turning to the girl, she keeps her expression composed. No need to look all out of sorts.

"I haven't given it much thought yet, to be quite truthful. I'm not even sure where I should start."