0009: NEW ARRIVAL BRIEFING

[crux_npcs]

Who: New Arrivals, Graham Baker, OPEN
Where: Briefing Room
When: Early morning, Juno 3rd
Warnings: None

When awakening, the immediate surroundings are swarming with activity. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. They move with a practiced efficiency, already veterans of this kind of thing. The same goes for the robots in the hangars. 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.

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.

Four members of Security stand at attention near the front of the room, seeming slightly unhappy to be here. Graham Baker stands at the head of the room with an easy smile.

[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

[stalksindarkness]

If he weren't so anxious, he might have been suspicious when the counselor said 'no reason.' That was usually when people tried to take advantage of the information you gave them.

"Oh...Okay." He said simply, his mind processing all the information he was fed.

"I'm fine. I...Um. Do I really have to go to school?"

[crux_npcs]

Graham is kind of curious about how a lion-person can be 'fine' with vehicles, but it would be impolite to ask. Plus, Shadow's next question distracts him.

He gives the boy a smile, remembering his own school days. "I'm afraid so. We consider education to be very important here. Don't worry, there are a lot of different programs - one of them is sure to interest you."

[stalksindarkness]

He honestly thinks that the question in of itself was stupid. He doesn't panic in vehicles, so he's fine with them. Complete ambivalence, unless they were going to offer him a hover board.

"Can I be home schooled like I was back home?" He lowers himself, clear anxiety showing in his body language and on his face.

[crux_npcs]

"There are individual tutor programs, yes. Some of them even use the comm systems, if that would be better." It's obvious that Shadow's nervous about the whole idea of schooling, so Graham decides not to push it too much. He doesn't always know how to help the new Transports that come in every month, but he genuinely wants to, at least. So he smiles again, hoping that it's a comforting one. "I know this is a lot to process right now. You don't have to do it all at once."

[stalksindarkness]

It would be better. He ended up laying his head on the table, looking up to Graham as he processes all of this.

"Do I have to get a job--And got to school?" At the same time?

[crux_npcs]

"Oh, no, no," the counselor waves his hands a little, as if brushing the idea away. "Your schooling would be your job. Of course, you can if you want to. There's plenty of part-time work to be had around the city, or on one of the other ships."

He shifts his weight to get more comfortable, sticking his hands in his pockets. "So, do you need anything right now? Are you hungry or anything?" (It was possible that lion-people ate humans, but he decided to give Shadow the benefit of the doubt.)

[stalksindarkness]

Oh good. He's never had a job before, not sure he was ready for all of that stuff quite yet. But he supposed he could deal with this school thing-- Better than being abandoned on a desolate planet.

"Okay." He said, then lifting his head up at the mention of food.

Food? Yes!

"What do you have?"

[crux_npcs]

Graham rocks on his heels and laughs a little at the reaction. "We've got fabricators, they'll make almost anything you like. Mind you, the flavors might be different from what you're used to, but..." He shrugs a little. "It's there."