LOG 001: INTRO

[shiftmods]

WELCOME TO STATION RED.

You wake up in your bed.

Not your bed back home, of course, but the bunk that's been assigned to you. Your new bed for the next foreseeable future. You’ve been dressed in what is the basic uniform around here. (OOC note; your newly issued equipment is detailed here.)

Your own clothing, of course (the clothing you came in wearing, that is) is folded neatly, and all of your other belongings are present and accounted for nearby, and near them will be a piece of paper, a thin carbon copy of your bill. Of course the word ‘bill’ is the only word in your native tongue on the paper, the rest in a completely indecipherable alien language. That and the number, of course.

1,000,000,000

The room is sparsely furnished, small, and some would say cramped; someone with a less negative outlook might call it utilitarian, or hey, why not even cozy. The bed is just soft enough to be comfortable, but not luxurious, although it probably feels like you slept on a slab of concrete after what you’ve been through.

And what have you been through? Your memories preceding your awakening may be hazy at best, and you certainly won’t remember any of your arrival here. Characters who were present at the Interim will remember it. You might have a headache, light-headedness, nausea, strange lights or shapes in your vision, or sounds in your ear, although any life threatening injuries you may have had just before waking up here will be gone.

Characters will be free to explore their location, STATION RED, although at the moment, much of it will be unavailable, corridors shuttered off, gates closed, with no obvious means of access. It’s a sparse, almost military type of place, high ceilinged and warehouse-like in the big areas, with more cramped feeling interior rooms and hallways. There seems to be a significant level disrepair here, with exposed wiring, and chipped or scratched finishes common sights. This is closer to an old bunker than a five star hotel. There will be no windows anyway, making it impossible to tell where you are.

If there’s one thing that’s consistent, whether in your room, or a hallway, or anywhere else, video screens, seem crammed in unlikely places, and are ubiquitous. They’re all black at the moment, and some are cracked, looking like they might never come on.

The only place that really seems lively, and as if anyone’s been occupying it in recent times, is an area that looks something like a bar.

Its not quite this populated yet.

The bar-like area is decorated in an odd assortment of paper decorations and streamers, a small banner that reads ‘Happy New Year!’ strung near one of the tables, which is piled with the only available food. There’s cake, a variety of snacks, shrimp cocktail, an ample supply of  glasses of champagne. And almost all of them taste wrong. Some items might taste exactly as you’d expect them, others taste distinctly like something they should not, and those shrimp have the notable taste of absolutely nothing. Something is definitely not right here.

When the screens come on, there’s an audible electronic popping noise, and a woman’s face appears on the screen. The image has some static, but there’s something strange about the woman as well; something...insubstantial.


“Welcome, everyone, to Station Red! I hope you like what we’ve prepared for you here...I apologize, it’s something of a work in progress. We are working with limited resources here and your arrival was somewhat….unexpected. It’s been a long time since we’ve had dealings with anyone from your particular coordinates.” She smiles broadly. “I almost forgot, my name is Solan Re. I’m the Senior Case worker for, ah...well for you. On your behalf.

Take your time and enjoy the refreshments we've provided you - they're as culturally accurate as we could manage with our somewhat limited resources, informational or otherwise. In the meantime, I am here to answer your questions as, I'm sure you have many. I will answer them to the absolute BEST of my ability!"

Comments

SOLAN RE | NPC

[scw_solanre]

[Solan Re will be available to speak with for the duration of the event via any monitor in the bar, central or more tucked away for a more private conversation.]

[valr]

[Once the transmission is over, Kara grabs the nearest screen and messes with it for a while until she works out how to use it properly.

Eventually:]

You did a shit job with the food.

[Just for the record.]

Where are we?

[scw_solanre]

As I said. This - where you are, that is - is Station Red. Unless I am mistaken, and it's unlikely that I am, it is currently located at coordinates 15, 87, 45.2. Outside of that isn’t really important.

[Her smile doesn’t so much as flicker, and her expression remains passive.]

Apologies about the refreshments, of course. We’re in something of a transitional period, but I will make a note of it, and we’ll make adjustments. While I wouldn’t necessarily want to encourage wanton whining, I’m happy to hear your feedback regarding your basic necessities.

[valr]

[Kara isn't inclined towards wanton whining, so she's fine to accept that response as is. Hopefully next time (if there is one) they'll get the booze and food right.

Their location is more important.]

That don't mean nothing to me. Last I checked I was in Colorado, on Earth.

[That least word is said through clenched teeth, because she really doesn't want to acknowledge the possibility of alien bullshit.]

[scw_solanre]

[The smallest of pauses.]

I regret to have to tell you, but this is not earth.

[valr]

Great.

[So much sarcasm, so much.

But at least she isn't going to freak out.]

Is this fae bullshit, or alien bullshit?

[Her money is on the latter, though she'd prefer the former. At least fae are familiar in their annoyingness.]

[scw_solanre]

[There's something about her smile that changes, pulls to the side a bit.]

I guess we'd be considered alien to you. Although I'll remind you that here, you're the alien...and I would try not to forget that.

[It's not a warning, more of a serious reminder.]

[valr]

We ain't the ones doing the abducting.

[And Kara makes that sound a little like a warning. If she can find out whoever is responsible for this, it won't be fun.]

[scw_solanre]

Neither are we. Your presence here was the result of an unfortunate accident...something I assure you conveniences neither of us.

[valr]

So what did you fuck up, then?

[If this person is so sure it was an accident, then it means they were trying something.]

[leanandgreen]

[Beast Boy is literally standing in front of the monitor and raising his hand like he's in school or something.]

Um, yeah. Miss, uh... Re? That's your name right? Yeah, I have a question?

[scw_solanre]

Solan Re. Please, ask your question. I will answer to the best of my ability.

[leanandgreen]

Yeah, is any of this food you've set out for us here vegan? Like, the cakes and stuff? [He twiddles his fingers self-consciously.] Just 'cuz like, it's been like 5 years since I've had any meat or dairy, and well... I don't know how sturdy the bathroom facilities on this station are, but I'd really rather not risk overtaxing the plumbing, if you know what I mean.

[scw_solanre]

[Her expression doesn't so much as flicker.]

I'm sorry I don't know what you mean.

The food is as close an approximation to the foods of your worlds as we could come up with in short notice. I'm unfamiliar with the term 'vegan', though, and may need a clearer definition before I'm able answer your question soundly.

[leanandgreen]

Y'know... Like. Is there any food here that doesn't have meat, or dairy or any other kind of stuff from animals in them? Cuz I'm either gonna starve or get mega sick, otherwise.

[twobastards]

Liz is glaring at the screen. She'd rather be talking to an actual person (or person like thing), but when she'd tried to approach that side of the bar her nose started hurting so bad her eyes started to water. She's been around enough discordant things to know she didn't want to fuck with that. Which, left her with talking to the lady through the screen.

"So, I'm sure you've gotten this already, but where the hell are we? How long do we have to stay here?"

Getting a whiff of something from the food tables, she added, "And please tell me that's not the only thing you're feeding us."