0004: NEW ARRIVAL BRIEFING

[crux_npcs]

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.]

Comments

[sickbays]

McCoy begins with an audible sigh, indicating that he heard what she asked but isn't prepared to answer just yet. Once they are further away from the crowd, however, he finally stops to face the young woman directly.

"My patience, mostly," he remarks sarcastically before folding his arms across his chest once again.

"Why does it matter to you?" He's nothing but blunt. Because there's nothing he hates more than small talk or wasting time, which is essentially the same thing in McCoy's book.

[embellishes]

Why? It's an easy enough question. For a moment, she looks surprised -- she blinks, owlishly, before tilting her head to the side. Why? Isn't that obvious? If someone asks you a question like that, well, don't you look like you're looking for something? Aren't two pairs of eyes better than one? Well, maybe that's difficult to gleam from one sentence. Truthfully, it was hard to understand most of what Hajime was trying to communicate, the vast majority of the time.

"Hmm, well," she began, raising her hands and looking away. "It looked like you didn't want to be bothered, and I wondered why that was." Her hands stood stiff and framed her face. "Then I thought, maybe he's missing something. We're all missing things, after all. Hm, like for me, I've lost my clothes! Ah! Although, I still have this thing." She seemed to pluck her NOTE, a simple, white, compact notebook from nowhere. "You were looking straight ahead, so I thought you wouldn't find it on your own! Looking forward like, it's like this isn't it?"

Again, she looked away and framed her line of vision. If you looked forward like that, and only like this, you'd miss a lot of things. It seemed a shame for someone who looked so bothered to miss their things so easily.

Her attention back on him, she smiled, "Right?"

Although, she wasn't sure what 'Patience' was. It could always be the name of something else, but with that attitude, she supposed he meant it literally. Nothing said she couldn't still try to help him find his patience, though. Looking at things from a different perspective might have helped the man, just like it helped Hajime.

[sickbays]

"I wasn't looking for anything, that's why," he grumbles. If he were actually searching for something, he certainly would look like he was trying for god's sake.

This girl's eagerness to help out reminded him of the over-enthusiastic Ensigns he's burdened with back on the Enterprise. McCoy usually has plenty for them to do around med bay, but if he didn't he'd just bark at them, tell them to take their energy elsewhere, preferably with Scotty down in Engineering. He's always got something to do. And if the man's got time to be teaching Ensign Chekov how to repair the warp core, he might as well teach a seminar to the rest of them. He's certainly got the better temper for it, in comparison to the CMO.

Long story short, overeager people are one of the many banes of McCoy's existence. So he'd just as well let the young lady know about that now before she could get any bright ideas about helping him find something he hasn't lost. (He's been searching for his patience for a long time, you might as well chalk that up as a lost cause.)

"Look, I appreciate the help." He always hates forcing politeness, but sometimes he has no choice. "But maybe you should see to finding yourself some decent clothes before trying to do anything else. You don't want to go wandering around the city dressed like that, do ya?"

Because hospital-issue pajamas are not proper public attire as far as McCoy is concerned, especially not for young ladies like her.

[embellishes]

"Huh? But these are the only clothes I have." There was always the G Suit. Maybe that's why she was given that, and not some clothes.

"Ah! But maybe you know where I can get some. Hmm, this is fine, too, though. Maybe I have to pay for them... I can't sell this, after all." The NOTE. Without it, she's at a heavy disadvantage. Disadvantages don't seem like something this guy is familiar with right now, in fact, he seems sure of where he's going and what he's doing. Hajime was merely wandering around, and getting a feel for this, but something about this man held a more definite feeling. It was interesting.

She doesn't pause and quickly rolls into her next question -- it's hard not to be curious. For Hajime, it's second nature to be talkative, though it might not all be decipherable. "Oh, by the way, you're calm about this. I was thinking, hmm, he might be used to this! Are you?"

[sickbays]

"Being trapped in an enormous death trap hurtling through space?" He pauses to let out an exasperated sigh. "Unfortunately, yes."

"We have something called replicators back in my world. If there are available around here, you might be able to replicate yourself a set of clothes," he remarks casually. Because this place has to have replicators, right? Or something similar. Although the concept of having to pay for things is entirely new to him, so he furrows his brow at her.

"Dear god, I hope they don't expect us to be paying in currency." This place is far too advanced to have to worry about exchanging goods for money, or at least, he hopes so.