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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.]
no subject
[West lowers his head and covers his eyes with his forearm, looking all the world like a humiliated twit. Which incidentally he may as well be right now.]
But even after every failure it is the mark of a true genius to stand once more and continue ever onward despite the bitterness that clings to him! The cold bite of winter passes forth to the blooming of spring, opportunity will bear fruit once more to prove myself once again!
[The mad doctor suddenly stands, punching his fist into the air, looking rejuvenated.]
And when that day comes you will be the first to witness my re-ascent to greatness! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
[What. Just. What.]
no subject
[Lina just stares, and takes a few more steps back.]
...you wouldn't happen to be part of the Royal Family of Zoana, would you...?
no subject
[West takes a while to process this. Processing... processing. His mind that all but probably resembled the most tangled up ball of yarn then provided an answer.]
Ahahaha! I see now how very easy it would be to mistake my noble bearing from that of a family of blueblooded nobles, however the genius of DOCTOR WEST, has been and will always be self made!
Ah... but to imagine that in some distant line, in some distant land that my blood is of a noble pedigree, loved and respected by all! Such a tale would be had from a meeting!
[That would be a no. But god help everyone if they ever met.]
no subject
[Even if he's not, the green hair and eccentricities certainly would make him a dead ringer, that's for sure.]
So, yeah, uh. I've kind of got this whole 'work out a new life in a new place thing' to worry about, guy - and I'm pretty sure you do, too, so I'm gonna just... Skeedaddle. Ahaha. Bye!
[And thus, Lina is off like a very fast thing, cape fluttering behind her as she goes!]