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Post by kilnarak on Oct 5, 2021 19:01:41 GMT -6
[OOC:] Moonstone asks his companions what a teleporter is and reads off what the display said. Then he is startled by Tetra. [Rolls:] N/A [HP:] 25
Moonstone had a flash of an idea, of a body in the tube, growing, surrounded strange liquid. But no, this was sized for a body, but it didn't appear to have anywhere for liquid to go. The metal pieces were odd, angled toward it in a way that made him think of mirrors used to reflect light and brighten a dark interior room. He hesitated before pressing the button, but the machine didn't look like it would cause him any harm, at least so long as he didn't go inside it. He squinted at the strange characters that appeared on the screen, and after a moment realized he could understand them as well - at least... kind of.
"What is teleporter? It says... unavailable on emergency... power... grid?"
As he turned to regard the other two with his question, he was startled to see a transparent blue human pop into existence beside the dark-haired one, Cassius. His fur fluffed and he ducked a step back around the cylinder machine. Humans weren't naturally transparent and blue were they? He wasn't sure what to make of it. He flinched when Cassius spoke to it, the man's voice loud, near as startling as the apparition. He called it 'Computer,' but the image that flashed into his mind to explain that word was more like the flat black screens attached to the machines.
After a moment he crept out from behind the cylinder, moving a little nearer to Cassius but giving the apparition a wide berth. "Maybe... Maybe it is better without power..."
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Post by beastly on Oct 5, 2021 19:19:44 GMT -6
[Ooc]Simon gave the others a thumbs up and went on his way. He thought about how strange things were, then came to the two doors. Deciding to be careful, Simon looked through the opening of the storage door. [Roll] perception: 18+3=21 [Hp] 25
Simon gave the others a quick thumbs up as they announced their intentions. They didn't seem to like eachother much, so hopefully they would be okay. He decided he trusted them enough. He had to, they were a team now, team 'don't die in a fire'.
Simon made his way along, getting creeped out by the silence of it all. The whole thing was so strange- although he had first decided he wasn't in the local mall, the space had that sort of feel... but dead. He was in an abandoned mall. With no recollection of how he got there. In his underwear. With two other supers. And his hearing and smell were out. It was eerie, he hadn't seen anyone else, even though he tried to stay alert for survivors. It felt wrong.
His anxiety lessened slightly when he saw the doors that said MEDICAL. That was good- if they found anyone wounded, or if one of them got hurt, they could probably find helpful things inside. He contemplated prying it open, but it looked like it would take some doing. ...Why did a mall have a medical wing? As he thought about it, he noticed the slightly open STORAGE room. Maybe there would be a fire extinguisher there.
He half reached to open it, before stopping himself. He was in a hazardous situation, in a place he was unfamiliar with. An ounce of caution wouldn't hurt. He peeked through the opening.
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Post by luscen on Oct 5, 2021 20:36:12 GMT -6
[OOC] Casmir recognizes several others among the groups he sees in the monitors, suggests August and Samael try to find a weapon or equipment, then asks Tetra to help him log into the console, and asks her more about the Odesa-5 and what happened. [Rolls] N/A [HP] 25
"Don't throw your back out, there, Tlingel," Casmir grunted, watching August's efforts; while the scrawny "regular guy" didn't exactly seem like a chess player, he did strike the scarred Hunter as one who enjoyed alcohol and admiring his own greatness, and the unicorn boxers certainly didn't help matters, either. "Let it sit for a moment and see if you and your friend can find anything we could use as a weapon, just in case whoever threw us in here decides to check in on us."
Casmir then briefly turned his attention to the monitors, pausing for a moment in surprise at recognizing several people in them. 'Seems as though I wasn't the only one dragged into this midsummer night's dream...' he hummed to himself. Perhaps, if he could find a way to get to the Osprey and his Throw Rug, they might find out how to get out of here. The werewolf from the WDSA might be useful, provided the Wendigo didn't eat him... but maybe the Dhampir would keep him from doing so. The Kitsune's presence here was just as confusing, and he didn't recognize the two Hau was with. Just who or what was behind all of them being here?
The Hunter was brought out of his thoughts by the sudden appearance of the room's A.I. He briefly eyed her up and down, scanning her outfit for any kind of indication of who or what they were dealing with. Nothing about her apparel was familiar to him, however, so it seemed they were still painfully without any details of where they were, aside from that the place was called "Odesa-5," and that they were in a restricted area, which meant that they hadn't been brought here as prisoners, at least.
"Would you like me to help you log in?" the program, Tetra, asked. Helpful that she wasn't immediately calling security on them. Then again, given the monitors, their relative location overseeing the area below, and the consoles, perhaps they were in the security room...
"Yes," Casmir replied, feeling that they'd need access to the controls. Maybe he could get the communications up and running and they could speak to the others, somehow. The lack of anyone else in the monitors aside from the groups he saw was also concerning, come to think of it. As were the fires and general state of disarray the place was in. Where was everyone else, exactly? Deciding to see what information they could glean, the blonde decided to ask a question. "Can you tell me more about Odesa-5? Perhaps give me a status report?"
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Post by Vaitris on Oct 5, 2021 21:08:59 GMT -6
[OOC: Hau isn’t sure what to make of what he’s reading. He looks around for more scissors and asks the hologram if this really is a space station and if it can tell them how they got there.] [HP: 25]
Hau's brow furrowed. In the brief bursts of red he could just discern writing on the pages but he was having trouble making sense of what he read. Odesa-5 space station? It was ridiculous. An elaborate prank maybe. Or notes for a book. Who knew.
He stacked the papers on a desk and caught Kira looking to Jed and him, questioning in her gaze. She held a pair of scissors that looked almost comically large in her small hands. “Good find.” The kitsune nodded, casting about for more. They wouldn’t be anywhere close to the dagger he was used to, but it was better than nothing.
Before he could get far, a flash of light and Kira's cry jolted him into a ready stance. A woman stood among them now, translucently blue, there but not actually there. He watched her warily for a moment, at the same time trying to turn Kira's panicky jumble of words into something coherent. “It's a hologram.” Hau relaxed, resisting the urge to cock his head. “It's, uh, like a movie. Projected I think, like in Star Wars.” He reached out and pressed his fingers to the woman's shoulder, equal parts curious and cautious.
“Tetra,” he said the name questioningly, like he'd overheard it in conversation once and wasn't sure if he had the right person, “is this really a space station?” He wanted to give her time to answer, but a more pressing question demanded to be asked. “Do you know how we got here?”
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Post by indeath on Oct 5, 2021 21:52:18 GMT -6
[OOC:] August enjoys his nickname despite having no clue on the reference. Gets flustered by nude people on screens. Asks Tetra questions. [Rolls:] N/A [HP:] 25
“Terrrlingal? Nice one, hambalos! Me back will be fine and dandy tomorrow anyhow.”
Tlingal. It didn’t make sense but a nickname was a nickname. The guy had a slight accent so maybe it meant cool guy in European or something.
“Weapons? Surely not. Oooh lawdy! Sammy… Everyone is starkers…”
His eyes had found the screens and uh he definitely saw more than he wanted to. One screen in particular held his attention, he recognized Simon but there was also… a very naked vampire-looking lady. He looked quickly away flustered and began very studiously looking everywhere but the screens. When the blue lady appeared he grinned. It was pretty cool, just like Star Trek. Was it a space station?? It certainly wasn’t a train station. August’s eyes became large with excitement, maybe this was a cool dream after all.
“Oh! Bombaroo! Do ya know how to open the doors, miss Tetra? Or where we’d find weapons?”
He winked at Mr. Muscles, though he hoped they wouldn’t have to use them. She seemed like the best person to ask. Hopefully this wasn’t like 2001: A space odyssey although HAL always struck him as lonely more than anything. Just needed a friendly ear to talk to.
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Post by MP on Oct 5, 2021 22:09:33 GMT -6
[OOC: Sarkany listens to the AI while he examines the second monitor. He also observes the room for signs of danger or available exits/hiding places.] [Rolls: n/a]
AI? Hologram? Sarkany sighed, disappointed. He knew only enough to understand, in layman's terms, what that meant. His son might have been able to make something of all this. Or Hkoma. Skies, it would have been good to have Hkoma right about now, and he was sure Officer Dog felt the same. She no doubt would have cobbled together some kind of engine of death to break out of the place by now. So. If he were Hkoma, what would he do?
Not applicable, he decided. He didn't have a monoknife, a minor armory, or the ability to shoulder check doors off their hinges.
Sarkany turned to examine the monitor on the opposite wall. He didn't try to mess with any instruments with the AI watching - if human media taught him anything, it was that intelligent machines could be emotionally unbalanced to homicidal if the right buttons were pressed. But he did look it over from beneath his blindfold, hoping for some clearer direction.
Nor did he forget the rest of the room. The blare of the alarm drowned out the sounds of potential company. It made him uneasy. Alarms meant attention. Meant things weren't as they were supposed to be. He couldn't keep a constant lookout and still protect his eyes, but he checked the room at regular intervals, looking for anything untoward, or else a convenient escape route or shelter if trouble arrived.
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Post by Marshmallow on Oct 6, 2021 0:29:24 GMT -6
[OOC: Takui bypasses the ruined clothing shops for now, as she concentrates on finding a means of self-defense first. She goes to examine the firearms, picking up one that vaguely looks like a rifle to try to deduce if and how it works. When the holo-person appears, Takui asks where they are and how they came to be here.] Rolls: N/A HP: 25
The first cursory examination of the clothing shops turned up little more than stained rags. Nearly everything in sight was tattered and ruined beyond use. Takui didn't linger to sift through the ruin for something wearable; modesty was not a trait she held in high regard, so covering up was not high on her priority list. Securing a means of defense and scouting the area for threats or avenues of escape came first.
The last shop in her leg of the search finally turned up something interesting: Guns. At least, things that more or less resembled guns.
Takui crossed the space to examine the weapons more closely. A number of the strange, alien-looking firearms were scattered across the floor. She crouched down and picked up one that loosely resembled her own dear Winchester by its size. Slowly and with care she turned it over in her hands to examine it, trying to determine how it functioned - and if it functioned at all.
“Welcome to the Tetra Informational System..."
Another new voice chimed in from the hallway. Takui frowned. She straightened up to see another figure had joined them in the corridor. Except this one was made of blue-tinted light and talked like one of the computer characters from those old sci-fi movies...
"Shit just gets weirder 'n weirder..." the dhampir muttered. Still holding what she quietly hoped was a functional rifle, Takui stepped back into the hallway to address the ghostly image. "Yeah, could say I got questions alright. Where exactly are we, and how'd we get here?"
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Oct 6, 2021 5:51:32 GMT -6
[OOC: finds a coat and gives it to Hau, grabs some pens, tape, and paperclips. Asks AI for a visual map and what areas are compromised.] [Rolls:na] [HP:25] [Items: paperclips, pens, tape,(coat>to Hau's inventory)]
Jedediah:
There was a distinct glee on Jedediah's face apon finding a coat of 'oh yay, a coat' before it in very much the same few moments after he became saddened and disappointed that the coat does not fit him. . .Being 10 feet tall royally sucks sometimes. It was a really cool coat too!
Though it was Hau's size? He thinks. . . At least it will be of use to one of them. He also came across some supplies rather easily and grabbed some pens, tape and paperclips. . And hooked them onto his boxers . . "Here, Hau. . .this might be useful later, looks like it will fit you, too." He stated, offering the coat to the lad. Kira's wings might be uncomfortably crunched by the coat, bur hopefully they will find something for her too. .
He jumped almost when the hologram suddenly appeared before quietly smiling. . . Are they in space?!? This was cool! Also shet, they are in space. He's faked if this space station has nothing in his size. . . .
He waited for Hau to finish asking his questions before he in turn asked his question. "Can you display a map of the station and do you know of what areas are compromised? Decompressed to outside pressures or deprived of oxygen?" He asked.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 6, 2021 8:39:55 GMT -6
[OOC: Kail selects a weapon and continues on to where Simon is] HP: 25
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Post by NightshadeVII on Oct 6, 2021 14:22:54 GMT -6
(OOC: Sam is surprised by hologram lady, but suggests to Casmir that if the AI cooperates, they should try to get some maps of the place, as disconnected screens will only get them so far) Rolls: N/A Hp: 25
A cold chill ran down Samael’s spine as he recognized people on the monitors, people he worked with or had met in passing. What in the world were they all doing here? Surely this wasn’t some stranger shared dream. But then again, stranger things had happened in this city. The state of everyone present on the monitors hadn’t occurred to Samael before August pointed it out, and for a moment, the dullahan considered himself lucky, practically speaking, cloth was better than nothing when one found oneself in a bizarre situation such as this. The sight of fires and general disarray on the monitors weren’t exactly comforting either, something had happened here, undoubtedly, and the dullahan doubted that it would be wise to stick around and figure out what had happened. After all, judging from the cameras, this looked like a place capable of supporting larger masses of people. What had happened to them? Still, despite stating this, Samael was not as unsettled by it as he perhaps should be, but then again, he was a creature of death, so why should he be worried? If anything, it gave him a sense of purpose.
Suddenly there was a new voice in the room, that of a woman, appearing as a translucent blue being before them. Samael had never seen anything like it, the closest thing he could think of were different types of fae, but considering the otherwise high tech surroundings, that was unlikely. Perhaps this was one of those advanced computers others had shown him in movies? Already, the blonde was talking to the holographic figure, again without consulting others to hear their thoughts, talking about wanting to log in. None of them knew what this place or this computer wanted, was it really wise to delve deeper into it all?
Still, seeing as there didn’t seem to be any stopping the blonde, Samael opted to at least nudge the other a little. “Sir…”, The dullahan began, walking up beside the blonde, not standing too close neither too far away, “if this… Tetra, cooperates, we should probably ask for her to provide maps if possible. Disconnected computer screens can only get us so far, wouldn’t you agree?”
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Post by Sharei on Oct 6, 2021 16:06:33 GMT -6
[Security]
As August turns, a sudden shape flickers to life in front of you; lithe, small and stylised in a similar manner to an animated cartoon character. The red-tinted, silver-furred animal bore a stark resemblance to a young ferret. A green cross is present on the translucent animal's forehead.
"Greetings unidentified personnel 1397! I am Medi-Kit, your personal medical assistant. Scans indicate elevated testosterone levels indicative of sudden arousal-" As it hovers before you, the green cross morphs into an exclamation point, "-we are programmed to remind you that, while a healthy and natural function of biological organisms, following incident 38-B-9, security monitors must not be used for non-work purposes. Please also take this opportunity to provide a name for your medical records."
Tetra regards Medi-Kit as it appears. Clearly they know one another - probably a part of the same programming. She waits for it to finish before answering Casmir.
“I’d be happy to tell you more about the station!”
Tetra holds out a hand. Above her palm a miniature station appears, also a hologram, but in color. The white spire of it’s center is enclosed by larger rings that rotate around the main shaft at different speeds.
“Odesa-5 is a class six commerce station first pioneered by Alfred Runnings in the year 4398 to bring trade to the outer reaches of the Odesa galaxy. It uses a class DL-89 anchor to remain fixed in deep space, allowing trade from across the Odesan planets. It is comprised of three major districts, each with multiple zones. These districts are Administration, Market, and Engineering. At this time the station is not open to the public due to multiple hull breaches.”
Tetra smiles at August.
“At this time the station is running on limited emergency power. All automated doors are in lockdown and cannot be opened without a security override. Please refrain from pulling on or trying to force open security doors. As for your second question, the only weaponry aboard the station is stored in the Armory, which can be found in the Administration district, or in the security lockdown room in the Market district. Please be advised that we ask all travelers to refrain from carrying weapons while inside Odesa-5. Security personnel are only allowed to carry incapacitation-grade weaponry unless a state of emergency is declared.”
Tetra regards Samael.
“A complete map of the station is unavailable due to data corruption, but a partial map can be downloaded from the network. Shall I download it for you?”
Just then, the screen in front of Casmir pings softly. Letters scroll across the glass.
BIOMETRICS ADDED. ….. LOGIN SUCCESSFUL. TERMINAL USE AUTHORIZED.
The console in front of you now makes a weird kind of sense, even if you’ve never operated a security terminal in your life - much less one for a space station. That there must be where the camera controls are, allowing you to turn them on or off, or to change the angle. And that’s the PA system used to broadcast district-wide messages. Those switches must connect to direct intercom lines, allowing security to speak to specific rooms instead of the whole district. And you know, somehow, that while cameras don’t record sound, direct communication channels do allow end-users to speak to security from specific points. Or, if they’re lucky enough to have one, a headset.
[Admin]
As Kira stumbles with scissors in hand, a sudden shape flickers to life in front of you; lithe, small and stylised in a similar manner to an animated cartoon character, the red-tinted, silver-furred animal bore a stark resemblance to a young ferret. A green cross, appearing black due to the red emergency lighting, is present on the translucent animal's forehead.
"Good day unidentified personnel 1396!" It chitters, while dancing merrily around Kira's head. "I am Medi-Kit, your personal medical assistant. Please do not run with scissors, as you may cause lacerations or stab injuries to yourself or others. Please also take this opportunity to provide a name, while I update your details in an admin workplace near-miss report."
Tetra smiles at Medi-Kit before answering Hau.
“You are currently standing in the deep-space commerce station Odesa-5. Most travelers arrive through one of our passenger hangers.”
Tetra smiles apologetically at Jedidiah.
“For security reasons I cannot provide you with a virtual map of the station, nor can I give public travelers security status updates. However, you can visit our promenade for a physical copy of the station and it's various districts. If you have any further concerns I advise you to get in contact with our security team.”
[GM Notes: Please everyone in this section make an AGILITY + ACROBATICS (if you have it) roll.]
[Engineering]
As Sarkany attempts to inspect the room, a sudden shape flickers to life in front of you; lithe, small and stylised in a similar manner to an animated cartoon character, the red-tinted, silver-furred animal bore a stark resemblance to a young ferret. A green cross, appearing black due to the red emergency lighting, is present on the translucent animal's forehead.
"Greetings unidentified personnel 1398! I am Medi-Kit, your personal medical assistant." The small, computerised creature turns itself upside down, face twitching as it inspects your fashioned blindfold. "Scans indicate previously elevated cortisol levels associated with heightened optical discomfort. If you require workplace adjustments, please make your way to the Medical sector for a thorough DSE assessment. Please also take this opportunity to provide a name for your medical records."
You also note, during your appraisals of the FABRICATION room, that the second door does not open. Perhaps it is broken or locked, but either way it will not provide an escape or forward route. Not only that, a new alarm, with a slightly varied pitch, begins to whine from beneath the cacophony of others.
Tetra smiles at Cassius.
“Odesa-5’s reactor is in shutdown mode and the station is operating on limited emergency power. To restore power and gain access to engineering facilities, a reactor startup is required. I would be happy to provide a manual for restarting the reactor. Other attractions can be found in our Market District, such as the hanging gardens, the galactic marketplace, and our food court.”
[Market]
When you quietly peek through the space between the doors you don’t immediately recognize what you’re seeing. Piles of something, sharp edges, a mound. But as your eyes adjust to the difference in light you start to recognize the shapes are boxes, broken and upturned, spilling merchandise all over the floor. The edge of a shelf is visible, and just beyond it on the left, some sort of… cylindrical object rising out of the mess. It’s hard to tell what it is or how big it is, as you can only see the very edge of it, but it feels like it should be big enough for someone to stand in.
As you’re looking around, however, you catch the briefest flash of movement. A shadow in a deeper shadow. Hear the skitter of claws on junk. Then silence.
Back with Takui, you pick up what appears to be a rifle. Examining it reveals that it has the typical safety and trigger of a human firearm, even if the overall shape doesn’t fit completely with what you know. On the side of the rifle, near the safety catch, appears to be a power button.
Tetra smiles at Takui.
“You are currently standing in the deep-space commerce station Odesa-5. Most travelers arrive through one of our passenger hangers.”
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Oct 6, 2021 18:01:40 GMT -6
[OOC - Everything is scary sudden! Kira is once again startled, although not quite as bad. She gives her name and apologizes to the Medi-Kit and waits while the others talk. After a moment, she moves into the corridor and gives in to curiosity, to stray towards the green lights (left). She intends to see what they are and assures herself she will not stray too far and surely nothing could go wrong.] [Roll:] 5 (d20) + 3(Agility) = 8 [Items:] Scissors
As Kira looked up at Jedidiah and Hau who asked the blue lady questions, she only had a moment after asking her own before something else suddenly blinked into existence right in front her. She made another sound of surprise and twitched backwards into Jedidiah's leg as the creature swirled and danced about her head. Her gaze followed it's dizzying acrobatics as it introduced itself and asked for her name. She clutched at Jed's pantleg for stability and reassurance.
"K-Kira. M-my name is be Kira." She said, oggling at the things cartoony facial expressions. It seemed friendly, but almost disturbingly so. She was very unsure of how to feel about it. At its warning about the scissors, Kira gave the scissors in her grasp a momentary look of confusion. It did look sharp, perhaps she was being careless. A small stab of guilt rose inside of her, as if to accuse her that she'd done something wrong. "Is...is ah, sorry. No be meaning to run and be is with sci-....scis-sors." She apologized, struggling through the new word.
The woman then began to speak, answering the others' questions. Something about a 'space station', hangers, and maps. Kira understood very little of what the woman was talking about, and her attention once again strayed towards the green lights. A few moments passed while the others talked, but it seemed like forever to Kira. When her nerves finally settled somewhat despite the oddity of the situation, she let go of Jedidiah's pantleg and moved back towards the corridor. She glanced longingly towards the left, and the enticing green glow. Mounting worry mixed with steadily growing curiosity. It seemed so inviting compared to the angry red haze they were currently standing in. Finally, with a small glance back and a nervous passing glance towards the Medi-Kit, Kira moved into the corridor and towards the green light. While the others talked, she wondered what might be creating the light or what it might mean. She would be sure not to stray far, she thought assuredly to herself. She wasn't going far, surely nothing could go wrong.
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Post by luscen on Oct 6, 2021 19:50:51 GMT -6
[OOC] Casmir sits down at the console, and asks Tetra how to get off the station, as well as whether they can enact a security override. [Rolls] N/A [HP] 25
Casmir briefly eyed August as he was accosted by his new virtual tagalong. He wondered idly what sort of random word the taller man would spout out at the sight of the digital weasel, but turned his attention back to Tetra when the hologram began to explain their location. The Hunter blinked at the display of the space station hanging over Tetra's palm, then felt his brows raise incredulously when she mentioned the "Odesa galaxy" and "Odesan planets." And what year did she say this place was founded in, exactly?
'This is a little imaginative for a pixie,' he thought. The capricious fae were very good at creating pocket dimensions, but their creations were usually far more whimsical and made sense the same way a child's logic would. Either something else had fashioned this place, or else he and the others had fallen into some kind of temporal anomaly. Neither possibility was very appealing, but there would be time to deal with that, later.
Casmir felt rather than saw the Dullahan appraising him, though it was hard to tell what the creature was thinking- that glassy façade wasn't really conducive for facial expressions. He seemed a bit more business-like in his approach than the other man they were currently trapped in here with; that could either be helpful, or it could be a problem, depending on how things went. Regardless, when he made the suggestion about maps, the Hunter saw the logic in it.
Unfortunately, it seemed they weren't quite so lucky. "An incomplete map's better than nothing, if you wanted to give it a go," Casmir hummed, letting the headless horseman deal with the question of maps. What they needed right now was a way to exit the room, find some weapons and equipment, and get out of here, something that wasn't very likely so long as the place was running on auxiliary power.
"I don't like the looks of the station," Casmir observed aloud, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the controls on the console. "Where are all the people? Why are there hull breeches and fires that haven't been put out?" He sat down on the nearby chair, looking up at the camera feeds and trying to determine what the best course of action for getting everyone out of here would be. Those large bulkhead doors he'd seen at the far end of the promenade may lead to the station's shuttle bay.
"Tetra, what options do we have where evacuation of the station is concerned? And can we enact a security override from here?" Hopefully doing so would make it easier for the others to traverse the station; he had a feeling that his group would have to play the role of navigator for the others, at the very least in order to secure their means of escape.
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Post by Vaitris on Oct 6, 2021 19:59:37 GMT -6
[OOC: Hau takes the coat and keeps asking the AI for directions out of there. Too late, he notices that Kira isn’t with them anymore and tries to find her.] [Roll: Agility 7 + 4 = 11] [HP: 25] [Items: Coat]
“Thanks.” Hau accepted the coat from Jed. Though he was immune to whatever chill this place might have, he was quietly glad to have something else to cover up with. And there were pockets as a bonus. He really hadn’t been looking forward to stuffing whatever he wanted to take with him down his underwear. The jacket settled over his shoulders, scratchier and less substantial than Raven’s, but it would do.
The Medi-kit’s sudden appearance startled him but he managed to mostly subdue a flinch of surprise. The ferret was a cute little thing, with an amusing name, and he felt a smile coming on despite the weird situation. But it was quickly squashed by the AI’s answer to their questions.
“You don’t even have a guest map? Something that shows just the public areas?” He was a little bewildered by this. “What about directions? Can you guide us to an exit? We don’t want to mess with anything or involve security, we just want to leave.”
Too engrossed in his questions, he didn’t see Kira slip out the door. But when he next looked around he noticed the bat-shaped absence in their group. “Kira?” She shouldn’t be wandering around a strange place like this. There was only the one door she could have left by and Hau was already moving towards it. “Did you see where she went?” He looked to Jed, knowing she probably wouldn’t respond to the kitsune if he called. She was way more attached to the doctor.
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Post by indeath on Oct 6, 2021 21:34:01 GMT -6
[OOC:] August dies from embarrassment. He chats to Med-kit and wonders if Casmir is an android. [Rolls:] N/A [HP:] 25
August looked down at the little creature aghast. It didn’t help that it was just about the most adorable thing he’d seen.
“Ermm oh lawdy umm I wasn’t… I just… it was only a peek. I uh… Me name is August Hayes. I promise it won’t be an incident. I’m a gentlemen I swear on me mum’s grave. So ummm Medi-kit what else can ya do?”
August was glad there was no blood flowing in his body or he would be beetroot red. He tried to hide his embarrassment from his comrades, but it didn’t seem like he needed to, Mr. Muscles Tlingel was in his own little world unconcerned by other people. August wondered if the guy was some kinda android, it would explain a lot. He had been a little disappointed when he had discovered Sammy wasn’t a robot, though a fairy was pretty cool.
August was pretty keen to explore the rest of the space station, he practically tingled with excitement when his suspicions were confirmed. It was just a matter of finding the override button. Sammy and Tlingel seemed to be on top of that so August tried a different approach.
He squatted down so he was on the level of the ferret hologram.
“Ermm is there anythin’ in this room ya think we should check out? Do ya know where we can get some clothes?”
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