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crux_fleet2014-05-01 08:50 pm
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0008: NEW ARRIVAL BRIEFING
Who: New Arrivals, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon, Aprilo 29th
Warnings: None
When awakening, the immediate surroundings are swarming with activity and very chaotic. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. Especially not after some group of kooks earlier decided that they'd throw a tantrum and bug out of the hospital before anything can get said. 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. Fortunately for the robots, things are much more organized.
The Briefing room is large. Not enough to accommodate a giant, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The tiles are black and featureless while the walls are nice, soothing colors. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. Set into the ceiling and floor near the front is a large holographic projector. The floor in front of each seat also has a smaller projector, allowing people to see what the bigger device is showing without having to angle for a view. As of now, it merely displays a rotating pyramid.
Ten members of Security line the walls and various exits, looking rather displeased to be here. Graham Baker, a balding man in an ill-fitting suit, stands at the head of the room with an easy smile, seemingly unbothered by any previous ruckus.
[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, Aprilo 29th
Warnings: None
When awakening, the immediate surroundings are swarming with activity and very chaotic. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. Especially not after some group of kooks earlier decided that they'd throw a tantrum and bug out of the hospital before anything can get said. 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. Fortunately for the robots, things are much more organized.
The Briefing room is large. Not enough to accommodate a giant, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The tiles are black and featureless while the walls are nice, soothing colors. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. Set into the ceiling and floor near the front is a large holographic projector. The floor in front of each seat also has a smaller projector, allowing people to see what the bigger device is showing without having to angle for a view. As of now, it merely displays a rotating pyramid.
Ten members of Security line the walls and various exits, looking rather displeased to be here. Graham Baker, a balding man in an ill-fitting suit, stands at the head of the room with an easy smile, seemingly unbothered by any previous ruckus.
[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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Marco had already asked the more important questions of rank. She was curious about training, since all of the technology surrounding them was so far out from Balamb Garden's standard that she wanted to learn as much as she possibly could. The room alone deserved a walk around when this was all done. She definitely wanted one of these chairs.
Grell raised her hand, still wearing her hospital gown, and had stepped up her wardrobe with a blanket.
"What are the most popular foods here?" It had better not include hot dogs, or so help them all.
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Well, they mentioned agriculture, so where there were grains, there had to be booze. Or at least, the capacity for booze. No matter what foods were popular here or not, Marco mentally sketched a few more plans while they bought more time.
'I love you' Marco mouthed quietly to the woman at his side.
I hope that 'woman at his side' is Grell LOL
She sees his message and smiles, mouthing 'I love you, too' and added a wink and smile.
BUT OF COURSE ;) I assumed Fionna is on Grell's other side and Espio on Marco's
He cheers right up at her response, the anxiety and stress from this morning that caused the panicky outburst already beginning to fade away.
Good, keep her and Espio separate.
"At least we're lost in space together." She whispers to him.
XDDD RIGHT?
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"As if I was made just for that purpose." Grell chuckles softly, mostly joking, but finding it a bit ironic. "How fortunate we are."
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Unless you actually went out and bought fresh ingredients. But just making the computer fab your meal was so much easier.
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"Any style?!" She's imagining a meal consisting of tender, moist steak with side servings of some classy pasta. This fabricator is going to be her best friend! "And these are equipped in all lodgings?"
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"I'll be sure to give the manual a thorough read. Thank you."
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"Good luck. I mean it."