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

[espio]

"That sounds way too boring," Espio answered, though it at least got a small laugh and turned the topic away from whose fault was what. "Mm, there's a few options, I suppose. And if I can't figure out what to do, maybe I'll go back to studying. After all, Balamb Garden really only gave us a crash course in everything..."

[fierybluebird]

"Really? I thought it lasted way too long." Ace definitely wouldn't go to classes ever again. Granted, at the time Marco considered any schooling a golden opportunity, but he already knew most of the stuff they were trying to teach, and the rest he didn't find particularly useful. A lot of the time he'd had to downplay his skills entirely so he didn't get outed as a phoenix far older than their cut off age of twenty-five. "At least you probably won't have to take ballroom dancing again, eh?" Another thing Marco knew in advance thanks to breaking into marine parties and his brother Izou.

[espio]

"Yeah. Definitely not taking any dance classes... well, I guess it all worked all right for Garden's purposes," Espio said, with a small shrug, "but if I found something to work towards, then I wouldn't mind something more intensive. And things seem way more advanced here, so at least there'd be something new!"

[fierybluebird]

Marco waved a hand vaguely at the surroundings. "All the ships and things?"

[espio]

"Exactly," Espio confirmed, with a nod. "I mean, I read about Esthar's Lunar Base or whatever, and the cold sleep capsule thing they do to launch people at it, but this is..." he struggled for the words. "Well, it's on a bigger scale, for one. But, looks like they haven't matched the Ragnarok for style."

It seemed that no matter what, the Ragnarok was still Espio's favourite vehicle in existence.

[fierybluebird]

Marco quietly rolled his eyes about the ships. Ships could never compare to his own two wings so far as he was concerned. And he still wasn't looking forward to being trapped in space like this. "Uh-huh."

[espio]

"Hey, don't prompt a conversation if you're gonna blank out of it immediately," Espio complained. "You asked about the ships, I talked about the ships."

[fierybluebird]

Marco just sort of twisted a finger in an ear. "Ships, machines, little things that have too many lights and buttons or big things with even more lights, and buttons." A shrug. It was all the same to him.

[espio]

Espio sighed, exasperated. "So talk about something else, then?"

[fierybluebird]

"I might go into the military command," a lineface.

[espio]

Well. Huh.

It was all Espio could do not to laugh. It wasn't that he didn't think Marco would be capable in that kind of role - no, not at all. It was just that the idea of Marco willingly joining the military, considering his issues with Marines, was pretty damn weird.

"I... see. Trying to do a bit of your own steering, huh?"