soul_sister: (So find a map!)
Who: Rosette and YOU
Where: One of the main thoroughfares into the market
When: Several hours after the attack has been repelled/Day 1
What: THE ROSETTE IS DRIVING HOW CAN THIS BE?
Warnings: Nuns with guns


Rosette has through dubious means acquired both a vehicle and a license. It would make sense in the celebratory mood and the heavy congestion of militia and soldiers returning from their victory and civilians leaving their shelter that traffic would get a bit touchy.

More than a bit touchy.

In fact, it only took one person getting tired of how slowly their nice, computer operated car was going to crash into three other vehicles in an unusual fit of road rage.

Maybe you're in the next car over with friends, maybe you're just leaving the market, maybe you're standing by or floating over traffic with your magical floaty powers. And then there's Rosette. How does Rosette react to the traffic jam? STOMP HER WAY UP ON TOP OF SOMEONE ELSE'S CAR TO YELL AT OTHER PEOPLE NEW YORK STYLE.

"JUST MOVE! THERE'S SPACE RIGHT THERE! ARRG ARE YOU BLIND!" She stomps on the roof of the car she's standing on. Probably your roof.



((OOC NOTE: This is after infection but before anyone knows what is going on! Enjoy your new temperament in a traffic jam.

Prose and fast tagging both welcome and responded in kind!))
fuckinstoplights: (Every step you take I'll be watching)
... They say we're supposed to find ourselves a place here. A purpose.

And they make it sound so simple.

But... what are we do to when... we don't know what our purpose is, any longer?
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.]

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