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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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The lie, though, that comes easy. Tends to for anyone in her line of work.
"Stupid mistake. Too focused on taking in the sights, tripped and split my bloody chin open. No cure for carelessness, yeah?"
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His fascination with the facility will have to wait, however. This woman needs to get herself checked in with either a doctor or a nurse, and McCoy is going to stick with her until she does.
The explanation that she offers him causes him to look back at her with a raised brow.
"Took a real nasty fall, if it's bleeding that bad." Oh, he's skeptical alright, but it's probably not his place to push. He doesn't even know the woman's name, first of all, so who is he to go asking for information he has no right to know about.
If he were her doctor, however, then that'd be a different story.
"My name's Leonard McCoy, by the way. Dr. McCoy."
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It stays there as she waits for some sort of reciprocation. Over the curve of his shoulder there's a clearly labeled storage room meant for immediate cases; something of a beacon for someone fond of managing their own disasters.
"No fancy titles included."
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"Well, it's always good to know a doctor, figured I'd get that out of the way so you didn't have to guess." He responds, then leads the way toward the little emergency room.
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Telling, and respectable-- even for someone that exists outside the usual code of morals society tends to favor-- which is, she thinks, an absolute shame factoring in the circumstances. In the security pad on the door and how unwilling she is to be fussed over by any amount of lurking, attentive staff rather than performing the medical equivalent of 'rubbing some dirt in it'.
The fact that he's taken the lead with his back to her.
Because much as she'd like to get them off on the right foot, discreetly jamming hers in around the edge of his ankles to trip him up is-- well, you know how it goes when you need a proper distraction.
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As expected, Chloe is gone by the time up from his spill. Goddammit. If he ever sees her again. Well. He'll have a few choice words, let's put it that way.
He turns away with a huff.