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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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"Uh... hello?"
Wait, he already tried that. "I'm Axl? I'm new here."
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He played with the ring over his gloved finger, making it chime by lightly striking it as he considered his words. He waved his hand in the air and the ring left behind a trail of smoke. This smoke did not disperse into the air; it kept in place and held its shape. This should help with that communication problem.
He wrote,
My name is Francœur
I've awoken here, too
Do you need help
Looking for what to do?
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"I guess? I dunno, the briefing or whatever wasn't very helpful."
Hey, getting intel from the people who had been stranded longer was probably as good an idea as any other.
"So.. what do you do? They were awfully insistent on everyone having a job here."
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Francœur had a job here as a musician. Apparently, whatever it was giant monsters did on a spaceship was sing and dance. He smiled at Axl, hoping that he understood.
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The words vanished, replaced by a couplet.
Which will you choose
That will amuse?
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That would suck-- knowing you could finally go home and being so instrumental that you couldn't take off and leave. He wasn't actually that irresponsible, even if X liked to harp on him all the time.
"Maybe I'll do deliveries. I used to when I was newer."
And it was always a good excuse for casing a place, which he needed to do anyway.
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"Beats classes."
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He wrote,
Is there anything else you seek?
Please don't hesitate to speak
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Axl could go on and on about how boring schooling could be, though that may or may not have been made more boring in retaliation for annoying the piss out of X that dozen or so times... well, whatever.
"Maybe I'll come see you play sometime?"
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"So you're gonna be here? Cool!"