NEW COMERS POST 1

[proximods]

Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: The first wave of newcomers arrive in the hospital.
Where: The Hospital, Center City
When: July 26
Warnings: Please tag any smut or triggers in the comment subject line.

The common room is just as brightly lit and white as the rest of the hospital. There are some scattered seats - large plush chairs and stiff looking couches, as well as wooden chairs at tables - and a TV blaring local soap operas in the corner. A few long tables are set up along the walls, each with a sign dangling down from the front to inform newcomers of what they can find here. Housing, job opportunities, and the Proxima Gamma Information Desk. Minus a few pamphlets about the unique attractions the island has to offer, there isn’t really that much of use on the last table. It’s clearly meant more for tourists than people who have been kidnapped.

Another set of tables hold a variety of snacks; fruits, vegetables, various candies, as well as a table with water, punch, and soda. No alcohol, unfortunately - this is a hospital, after all. You’ll have to leave to go find a bar for something stronger than that.

There’s not much place else to go - so come on in, settle down, and maybe find a familiar face, if you’re lucky.

Comments

[true_noir]

"Oh they probably won't. I plan to find a place to squat for a month safely. I want to get a feel for the land before I make real roots," she said, shrugging. "We're far enough outside of what I expected that I want to know what I'm dealing with before I deal much with other people. It's important to know the terms... and what these scientists want."

[the_least_i_could_do]

Vector nodded in agreement. "I like how you think." He said finally, a small quirk of a hidden smile on his lips. "I do not wish to have someplace permanent. Just somewhere to rest. I am not in need of much." Even his quarters back on the Grid were rather spartan. It was more function than personal.

"Perhaps a little bit of recon is best before finding a place of advantage to situate oneself." He murmured half to himself. It was always best to get the lay of the land before proceeding on a mission. He looked down at the peach still in his hands, idly stroking fingertips along the fruit, noting the texture.

"I must admit, being cut off from my system is a bit...jarring." Understatement. "I imagine that most people feel this way when arriving here but..." His voice faded slightly. It was clear there was a lot more mixed emotions running beneath the cool exterior. More than he let on at least. The program was clearly at a loss.

He wasn't written for anything like this.

"Perhaps in some way we can assist each other as we seek information on our captors and our environment."

[true_noir]

"Trust me when I say that eventually squatting gets old, but at least for the start, it's a way to get your bearings and the lay of the land. Knowing basically what is going on is smarter than just playing into their games," she said, grunting once and shrugging.

"But I think we can help each other. If you happen to run across anything worth mentioning, however unlikely that is to start, just send me a message. I'll do the same. I'm a little less jarred by all of this than I really should be, but maybe that will help get my feet wet, eh?"