0008: NEW ARRIVAL BRIEFING

[crux_npcs]

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.]

Comments

Fionna gathers her bearings! Probably!

[fionna_time]

Mostly not though. Fionna was still reeling, trying to understand all of what she was being told. She had the device, which was cool and all, but it didn't help that she still really had no idea what to do next. Brass, as usual, just told you boring schematics, about what she would have expected from someone that was official.

Time to find someone who might be able to help her out with more simple stuff.

"So," she said casually, "where do you think are the fun places around here?"

[fierybluebird]

"I want to check out the agriculture area. Where's there grains, there should be hops. And where there are hops, we can make beer," Marco grinned slyly. Yup, he was plotting already.

[fionna_time]

"Isn't it easier to make rum, though?"

She said this because she preferred that much more than beer. She could mix sweet tasty stuff with the rum and make it good and head swimmy, after all.

"But maybe we can grow some of our own stuff?"

[fierybluebird]

"We'd need sugar cane for that, and then we'd have to convert it to molasses. It's a longer process, and I'm not even sure they have the right stuff here for that, but we can take a look at least," Marco tilted his head.

[fionna_time]

"I guess that does take awhile. Eh, I guess we can just get the stuff in the bar. How will we do? We don't have any cash."

[fierybluebird]

"Do they have a bar here already?" More plotting, "Don't worry, I'll work something out."

[fionna_time]

"I hear this is actually," Fionna said. "Some weird name. Warks, something like that."

[fierybluebird]

"Corks?" Marco suggested with a pause, "Quarks even?"

[fionna_time]

"Quark, that's it!" Fionna was glad that she finally got the name down. "Hmm, that's a crazy name. Sorta wonder what that dude looks like."