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crux_fleet2014-02-15 04:37 pm
crux_npcs) wrote in crux_fleet2014-02-15 04:37 pm
Entry tags:
- !log,
- !new arrivals,
- !npc: captain hollis,
- !npc: graham baker,
- !npc: science captain mcengineer,
- .hack//g.u.: haseo,
- attack on titan: levi,
- battletech: cassiopia suthorn,
- biomega: kanoe zouichi,
- ffviii: selphie tilmitt,
- hataraku maou-sama!: urushihara hanzo,
- mcu: steve rogers,
- pandora hearts: oz vessalius,
- pandora hearts: xerxes break,
- slayers: lina inverse,
- star control: zex,
- star trek: odo,
- the covenant: chase collins,
- tron legacy: tron
0003: NEW ARRIVALS
Who: New Arrivals, Captain Jack Hollis, Science Captain Urist McEngineer, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. 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 room is large, but not quite large enough for some of the bigger Cybertronians. They've been given drone bodies at least, skinny little things with no real features beyond primitive masks made of paper plates. There's seats for everyone, at least, well-cushioned and comfortable, and the room is pleasantly lit.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. Three men stand at the head. One is Graham Baker, a slightly nervous-seeming middle-aged man wearing a multi-layered business suit that seems rumpled and oversized. The other two men are dressed in military uniforms, one with the blue undershirt and piping of Command, while the other wears the gold of Science.
[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.]
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. 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 room is large, but not quite large enough for some of the bigger Cybertronians. They've been given drone bodies at least, skinny little things with no real features beyond primitive masks made of paper plates. There's seats for everyone, at least, well-cushioned and comfortable, and the room is pleasantly lit.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. Three men stand at the head. One is Graham Baker, a slightly nervous-seeming middle-aged man wearing a multi-layered business suit that seems rumpled and oversized. The other two men are dressed in military uniforms, one with the blue undershirt and piping of Command, while the other wears the gold of Science.
[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.]
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Pinoko. Pinoko stop. Lina's not a magical girl!
She was sparkling by this point. But she did remember her manners. Briefly.
"I'm Pinoko. What's your name?"
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"You're invincible? So... if someone shot you, you wouldn't die?"
It was a valid point. Bullets were scary. Not even Big Mask was invincible.
She wasn't even touching the other adjectives in that sentence. It wasn't nice to tell a lady that she wasn't pretty.
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As far as Pinoko knew, it didn't matter if bullets got wet, they could still kill you. Same with laser guns on Big Mask or whatever.
"Well... what about getting blown up. Or like, a horrible supervirus. You mean, you never get sick? And you could survive getting blown up?"
Yeah, Pinoko doesn't believe you're invincible. Sorry, Lina.
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"Barriers help with explosions, while white magic works with sickness," she explains, then frowns. "What's the big idea, anyway, tryin' to poke holes in my introduction, squirt?"
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As to Lina's second point, Pinoko blinked. "Pinoko's a nurse. We don't really have magic where I'm from. And medicine can only do so much. Besides, it isn't like Pinoko called you ugly, or said you weren't perfect. I'm just not sure you're invincible. Not even the Doctor is invincible."
And now Pinoko is sticking her tongue out at Lina. Clearly, this is the most reational exchange between two grown individuals ever.
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"Well...alright, fine, geeze. I'm not literally invincible, but you're not supposed to take such an introduction one-hundred-percent seriously, kiddo, geeze!"
Lina will not retaliate tongue-wise, but she will make a frowny annoyed face at Pinoko, and probably consider dumping water on the brat's head far more than she should.
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Oh my, that was some volume. That said, she straightened her dress as if she hadn't just yelled that at full volume. That said, she smiled as if absolutely nothing had happened.
"I thought it was a cool introduction. I still think it's really neat that you can use magic."
And that was at completely normal volume. Well, if nothing else, Pinoko probably had the lungs of a 24 year old.
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"...twenty-four? ...but...but..."
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My, that was a touch snippy.
"Pinoko is just as capable at Medicine as you are at Magic."