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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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"Same here! Dude, I am totally diggin' your armor ! Where'd you get it?"
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He spread his hands.
"I mean, I know a guy who might be able to hook you up if he's here in a closet somewhere. I was built with this, though."
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Wait a minute....
"Wait, built with it? How? Did you mess yourself up and need to be built up?"
She'd definitely heard of that before.
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"I'm a reploid-- a, uh, really advanced robot, I guess. I've never gotten so messed up I had to be rebuilt, not that people haven't tried. Um..."
He sort of grinned, more out of embarrassment than anything, and rubbed his hand over the back of his helmet where the scruff of his spiky hair emerged while he tried for words. The Fleet guys hadn't been happy to see him either if that creepy awakening was any indication, but Fionna had seemed cool.
"Is that weird?"
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There was a first time for everything. Never heard of a reploid though.
"So I heard of robots, but what's a reploid? That's new to me."
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"It's just a name for my type of robot.. we're all built after this one really really advanced robot, who was so crazy out-there that there are bits people still haven't figured out to his design. I dunno.. I was mostly zoning out when someone tried to explain it to me. Something something replica.. I think that's it. Replica android or something like that."
He shrugged. It was ancient history as far as he was concerned.
"Lotta people around the Fleet don't seem to like robots much. At least, they suck at first impressions if they don't."
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She grinned. "I mean, you aren't the first robot I met, I was actually fighting one before I got here! Not like you though, it was super violent and was trying to kill me. I guess that's why people are all bugged by robots? Kinda stupid though."
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Aw yeah, that could be fun times.
"I dunno what their problem is. Humans back home used to jump at Mavericks all the time, even if nothing was even going on. Figures a couple robots or AIs or whatever go around the bend and suddenly everbody is evil."
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She frowned. "Nah, there are evil bots and then there's just regular types that help you out, far as I know. I dunno why humans make this big deal about robots being evil. Every pony's different."
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"Me either, but there you go. Sounds like the people you met earlier are pretty smart, though."
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Oh, you might meet Fionna's "family" soon enough.
"hat kinda world do you come from anyway?"
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"I'm a Maverick Hunter, so my job's all about making sure there aren't any reploids who lose it and try to kill all the rest of the humans or start going after all the normal people who are just doing their thing. Sometimes it's hard, though. The Earth Federation's a little quick to call reploids Mavericks, and sometimes I wonder if it's just for disagreeing instead of for something, you know, important."
Wow. When you looked at it that way, things were pretty messed up at home, too.
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Because really, you never knew what was going to happen or who you had to fight.
"Guess all world are kinda messed up in their own way."
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To her conclusion, he nodded. "Maybe so. Hey! Wanna go looking around? I was thinking of trying to find this temporary housing place..."
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Oh right. Crud. "Yeah, me too! I'm not even sure what I'm gonna do yet!"
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That would be nice. He was used to living on top of others, and being all by himself surrounded by strangers would suck.
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If they chose, she hoped she had a roomie. She'd made some pretty good friends back in Balamb.
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She had to get an idea of the place, after all.