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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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Still, he closes the distance and takes the bowl, frowning slightly as the bread gets deposited. But... well... house guests and manners...
"Did she offer you tea?"
He asks, almost directly in spite of himself.
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The bread remains untouched a moment more as he responds, a hint of honest confusion in the word.
"For something like that, isn't the replicator fine?"
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His eyes go to the demonangel person thing eating at his table, then to the replicator on the wall.
"That?" No, no, no. With an air of mild horror, "We're not getting tea from the wall. I bought a box when we first got here."
He punctuates this by retrieving said box and setting about making it, because good lord we are not barbarians in this house.
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He reaches for a slice of bread without looking at it, attention very casually focused on Rosette and Chrono instead. "Where are you two from, anyway?"
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It's hard to tell if it's mild surprise or relief, but there's some small shift in his demeanour at that.
He tears a bite-sized piece of crust off his own piece, dipping it in the stew.
"From when?"
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"1922." He's gotten used to appending the year onto things by now, if the mechanical way he says it is any indication. "I'm guessing you come from one of those worlds with cellphones and food dispensers and all that?"
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'Come from' is a pretty broad term, after all.
"There's cellphones, but this is the first time I've seen a replicator. The only kinds of food dispensers back there are vending machines."
He tries the stew, eyes widening a bit.
"This is good!"
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She slathers a bit of butter on hers before chowing down. "Took a while to find all the stuff for it! Figures space would be short on carrots." The words are slightly muffled by the food in the mouth.
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"It's not... anything fancy. We just got used to making stew when we were short on supplies."
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There's hints of longing behind the awe. He uses another small chunk of bread to shift the chunks of carrots and meat and potatoes around. Have you even looked at this?
"And this isn't fancy?"
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She pushes the bread back towards him.
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He takes another slice, fingers deftly tearing it into one bite-sized chunk after the next.
"Though even then they just bring back convenience-store takeout instead of something good."
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The correction is so natural you might almost think he deals with people holding views from fifty years in the past a lot.
"It's not like it's going to be much different from anything from a vending machine, right? And more convenient too."
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"It's different enough. Why substitute if we have the real thing?"
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'You' being Chrono, specifically, as his food-producing powers are probably just as convenient as a replicator when it comes right down to it.
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"... All I did was boil water."
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"Is that really all?"
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No that he would have ever been scolded for almost ruining tea or anything.