MONTH 3 LOG

[nolandmod]

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Vault 66
WHEN: Month 3
WHAT: The pods and the vault door opens
WARNINGS: Violence, likely language

AWAKENING

You awake laying on your back in an, admittedly comfortable, pod. You can't move anything but your eyes, can't even feel your body yet. How you got here or why is a blank. You may have been in the middle of your day, asleep, or even- for what you remember- should be dead. Then a screen directly in front of your face flickers to life and in crisp, black and white displays: DON'T PANIC. The following video then plays:

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The screen flickers again and reads: CONGRATULATIONS ON PLANNING FOR THE FUTURE! WELCOME TO VAULT LIFE, CITIZEN. WELCOME TO YEAR: [ERROR]. YOUR PERSONAL BELONGINGS ARE LOCATED IN [FILE CORRUPTED. SEE SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR]. ENJOY YOUR STAY AND THANK YOU FROM YOUR FRIENDS AT VAULT-TEC.

The pod then unseals and you are able to, unstably at first, climb out of the pod. Your body may feel foreign for a moment- perhaps entirely foreign if you suddenly find yourself a human, ghoul, or super mutant for the first time. But whatever your form, you have two items on: a bright blue jumpsuit with the number 66 in yellow on the back, and a mechanical device known as a Pip-boy sealed onto your arm. If you click on the buttons it takes you to an instruction screen.

You look around to find yourself in a room of other pods. Some are just opening, other people looking as confused as you climbing out. Others remain closed with the status of 'STASIS' on the screens attached to the pods. The rest of the room is less than impressive. Computer systems that seem out of place compared to the technology level of the pods are scattered across the room, apparently running the chambers. Trying to access them, even for the most talented hacker, will simply result in SEE OVERSEER being displayed. There is large metal door leading to the rest of the vault, a lever on the wall next to it that will cause it to open.

Welcome, dweller, to vault 66.

 

VAULT OPENING, THE CELEBRATION

It’s finally here, at long last. In the lead up to the Vault opening, Louis has turned the recreation area into a celebration. It comes with a modest feast! A whole cake, some tasty cola, and grilled meat (if you helped kill the radroaches or mole rats, you know where that meat came from). He even found some old party decorations that were supposed to be used when the Vault was unsealed after the war. The original party, of course, was supposed to be a few hundred years ago. The colors are faded and it’s horribly water stained, but the HAPPY VAULT DAY banner still holds. There are even party hats, for the particularly festive.

The event starts first thing in the morning and will last until early afternoon, when the Overseer announces it’s time to gather in the entry way for the main event.

WARRANTY FORFEIT IF UNSEALED

The time has finally come for the Vault to open. After walking down a corridor of rusted and corroded radiation scanners and security terminals, characters are face to face with the ground level of a huge elevator shaft. At the very top, the four yard thick monstrosity of a door that has sealed the Vault closed for several hundred years. Despite its age, the old girl is as functional as the day she was made. Looking up from the bottom of the shaft, characters can see an intricate formation of deadbolts, gears, and other machinery holding the door in place.

Captain Simmons, the robot in charge himself, has come out to do the honors of opening the door. At an innocuous enough computer station, he plugs in the very tip of one of his three robotic arms to begin the unlocking sequence. What follows is a good minute of flashing lights, warnings that the door is being unsealed, and the grind of machinery as the locking mechanism unengages. The large, gear shaped door at the very top of the elevator shaft pulls back slightly, turns, then begins its descent down towards the gathered group. Make sure you’re not directly under it, Vault-Tec did not install any safety mechanisms to stop the door/platform from crushing anyone standing beneath it.

 

The door isn’t the only thing that comes down, however. The moment the door begins to lower, water rushes in after it. From the sudden activation of all pip-boys in the area, characters can instantly determine this is heavily irradiated water. It pours in until there is roughly two feet of the stuff on the floor of the entry way, then finally seems done. As if this weren’t enough, however, things come in with the water. Most of them small, about the size of your average radroach, scampering around and jumping at whatever source of fresh meat they can reach. There’s about half a dozen of these hatchlings. Two of them, however, are huge. Standing at about six feet tall, they look like a cross between a gigantic horse-shoe crab and an alien invader: mirelurks. And they aren’t pleased to find themselves suddenly stuck in a Vault.

Simmons immediately starts shooting and hovering away from the group, trying to distract the creatures from the gathered characters. Fighting may solve the problem, assuming no one is killed in the process. Fleeing back into the Vault, closing the heavy entrance door, and just letting the things starve to death for a few weeks is certainly an option. As is rushing the elevator and getting the hell out of the Vault while Simmons is distracted, but whether you’ll ever get back in again unknown. Whether you help, run away, let them kill Simmons then help, or another choice entirely is up to you.

Happy Vault opening day!

 

GENERAL EXPLORING

 

Remember the rest of the vault awaits. This includes the three Mr. Handy’s and a Mr. Gutsy floating around, as well as more radroaches and mole rats wandering around the many corpses/blood splatter patterns.

OOC NOTES

To talk to a specific NPC one-on-one, leave a comment on their thread below.

Looking for loot in a specific area? Looking for a specific item/kinds of item in general? Ask here and we’ll let you know.

If you have any OOC questions, please leave a comment here!

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QUESTIONS

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NPCS

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NICK

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Nick is the repair Mr. Handy. The state of the vault may give you a glimpse into how dedicated Nick has been about his job. While he's more than happy to shoot the shit, when things need to be fixed he always has some reason why it can't be done right now. Need a new part. Or his optical input needs adjusting. There's a thousand reasons. It takes a strong hand to get Nick to do much of anything, much to the annoyance of the other Mr. Handy's in the vault. He can be mostly found in the reactor level, not that it does much good.

CHARLOTTE

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Charlotte is the designated medical Mr. Handy. She can provide basic first aid, but it may not be wise to trust her with more advanced tasks like surgery or setting bones (she has a rotating saw for one of her hands, to clarify. So amputations she's all for.). Charlotte, however, has full confidence in her abilities and will cheerfully and enthusiastically try to convince residence to let her give pretty much anything the old college try. She can get sentimental about repeat patients and may end up checking in on some of her favorites at night. With or without permission. She can be found in the medical wing.

LOUIS

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Louis is the cook/rec room Mr. Handy, there to help you acclimate to your new domestic skill set. He will assist in anything from food prep, to recipe ideas, to how to sew to repair your clothing. Louis is pleased to be helpful, but a little shy. He will also harbor slights and insults for a long time, so if you don't want burnt coffee for the rest of your vault stay, show a little courtesy. He can be found in the rec area.

CAPTAIN SIMMONS

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The captain is a Mr. Gutsy, a modified version of Mr. Handy for military use. He has set himself up at some point since the bombs fell as the acting Overseer, taking over following the death of the human chain of command. He's gruff and appreciates order, but is fiercely loyal to those that are loyal to him. He's also prone to be a little trigger happy, ready to shoot first, ask questions later, and let god sort out the rest.

SEARCH SKILL

[nolandmod]

Looking for loot in a specific area? Looking for a specific item/kinds of item in general?

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy is going to spend the time between finding out they are going to the surface and her first actual trip to the surface looking for a sturdy bag to carry things in. Backpack or otherwise.

She's also going to be looking for more ammo or weapons down in the testing chamber areas since that's where she found the gun and batons in the first place.

[makeadragonwannaretire]

Azula is going to make her way down to the Maintenance supply room to sniff around for anything she might want.

[pride_outbreak]

Aside for checking for anything that might be particularly useful for her mission, Saya takes her time on her way around the vault to sniff out loot. Also, she wants to make sure she has a decent firearm and ammo for the mission. Simmons said they'd be geared, but she's making sure she has extras if she can find them.

[cicadashell]

1. Celebration

[The radroach meat isn't bad; Jiro's avoiding the cake instead. It's probably as gross as those cookies were.]

I can't believe we're wasting time on this shit.

[He gestures to the banner with a piece of roach meat.]


2. Opening

[Giant grab things shouldn't have been unexpected, but they are. He didn't think there'd be water, assuming the vault was in a mountain like the video. But with how many years have apparently passed, the terrain above was certainly changed by the fallout and general shifting weather and climate. They could be at the bottom of a new lake or something.

His first instinct is to get out, and he wants to, but this is different than running off during a exploratory mission. This would be deliberately leaving other people to be eaten by crab creatures. So, he stays, trying to fight one of the large ones off with pool cue spears, because he hasn't gone looking for better weapons yet. The sticks don't do any damage to the shells and within two minutes, he's abandoned that technique in favour of attempting to tackle the thing and trying to stab it in the eye.]


3. Wildcard
For anything else. I have no plans!

Opening

[wildguardian]

This is fun! [This is not fun. Jiro's going for one of the big arthropod things with a sharpened pool cue, but even at his height he's going to have to practically climb the fucker to get a good shot at any of its soft and squishy parts. Yunlan's not having a huge amount of luck with his baton -- it's enough to cave in bits of the thinner exoskeleton on the little ones, but the big guys are too thickly armored -- but he can be a distraction.

Maybe if he's a good enough distraction the kid won't lose a limb.]

Over here, shellface! Yeah, this way-- [He puts his whole weight behind a swing aimed at one of the leg joints. His baton hits with a low thud, and the crab thing swings his way, claws snapping.]

Azula

[makeadragonwannaretire]

1. Celebration

For the last month Azula has been having waves of longing for her home, her former position, even missing her time in the asylum. At least things there were clean and dry and the food tasted like food.

She can't help but pout as she sits looking with dismay at the meat on her plate. She knows she has to eat it to build up her strength for the journey today but she's not pleased with it.

She also is refusing to wear the party hat.

She's looking more focused then she's been the last few days but there are still bags under her eyes, a redness to them.

For those who have been paying attention she's also sporting a new sword on her hip. Every so often her hand strays to it and runs her fingers along the handle as if making sure it's still there.

Reaching out to try the drink that's been placed in front of her she sips it and her eyes light up with surprise.

"Well...this cola is delightful. It burns a little."

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2. False start.

This was it! Finally her patience was about to be rewarded!

Her hair was tied back into a no nonsense bun and her hand was on her sword handle as she peered into the darkness watching the cracks of light appear as the door creaked open.

And then...a sound that made her blood run cold. Her skin prickled as water poured into the chamber, sloshing around them and splattering them with flecks of cold fluid as it crashed to the ground.

Panic. Wild eyed panic and before she knew what was happening Azula was scrambling for the door. She had to get back into the vault! Had to get away before she was drown or frozen!

A creature, some kind of monster fell from the sky and splashed into the growing pool. She let out an almost feral cry and struck out with her sword impaling it in it's soft underbelly.

"Let go!" She spat pulling hard on her sword trying to get it back as the creature snapped it's pincers at her furiously.

She might need some help.

2.

[cicadashell]

That's not an expression he ever thought he'd see on Azula's face. She's... afraid. Huh. Something to hold over her later. Jiro makes his way over to her; the water is annoying and slows everything down. He has at least enough self-preservation not to punch the crab and risk getting his fingers sliced off by the pincers. Instead he kicks it, trying to stun it long enough for Azula to pull her sword out. Crabs have armour though, so maybe that was also a bad idea.

1

[wildguardian]

"Honestly it's not bad!" Zhao Yunlan had a glass of the cola, too. It was almost, but not quite, completely unlike real cola, but it was both carbonated and kind of sweet.

His standards were much lower these days than they had been. He wasn't even wincing over the roasted roach meat.

With a nod towards the sword at Azula's belt, he added, "Nice -- where'd you dig that up?"

Sandy

[justoutrunyou]

1. Happy Vault Day.

Sandy's wearing her nicest sun dress (The one with the least amount of obvious stitching. Either her sewing is getting better or this dress wasn't that bad when she found it.

She never thought of herself as the kind of girl to enjoy girly dresses, but after wearing a jumpsuit almost every day for two months she found she enjoyed the act of wearing different outfits more.

She took a seat near the juke box starting to memorize the songs and even singing along softly with the ones she recognized. She's on her third bottle of Cola and second plate of cake. She's even wearing the party hat.

This may be the happiest she's been since getting here because this feels like progress. She has hope that when they get to the surface things will be more clear.

"We're totally gonna die up there aren't we?" She laughed between songs. "But at least it's better then being bored to death."

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2. Grand Opening

She's got her gun on her hip and baton in hand.

She's swapped her dress for a clean-ish Vault Suit, and the security helmet she found exploring last month.

She's even got some snacks and water in a bag because she's not sure how long they'll be up there...as far as she's concerned she's prepared.

She was not however prepared for falling bug monsters and the clicking of her pip-boy to let her know they were up to their calves in radiation.

"What are these things!?" Sandy shouts scrambling for the elevator. One of the bugs gets too close to her and she screams swinging her baton and landing a solid strike on it's shell. There's a cracking sound and it screeches but it keeps after her.

"No no nonono!!!"

Vault Day

[deepended]

"That's the spirit!"

Harley had been in this place all of, what, an hour? And she was already getting pretty judgy of the sad everywhere. It was like Arkham without the therapy puppets. Or constant jail breaks. Though, actually, today was a kind of organized jail break, maybe?

Whatever the case, there's a party, and Harley will be throwing herself into it over brooding and...fuck, was that pink hair kid in the corner reading? Nope. Harley has her hat, a fistful of cake, and is going to be here next to the music box dancing at the upbeat tune kicking right now.

"They can keep sticking me in giant pits in the ground, and I'll just keep getting out. Never settle for boring."

1.

[cicadashell]

This is very awkward for him; not that the party itself isn't bad enough, but there's an itchy feeling under his skin as he even thinks about initiating a conversation with a compliment. One that isn't dripping with obvious sarcasm. How do people do this constantly? He's slow to finally get to the jukebox where Sandy's sitting, gripping his glass tightly. It's mostly vodka, but there's a little cola in there for appearances. Jiro leans against the wall, but it's far from casual and he looks like he wants to run away. He nods at Sandy.

"You um," he's failed already, the words catching in his throat. "You look... nice."

Kill him.

Grand Opening

[wildguardian]

"Fuck if I know!" Yunlan yelled back, bolting towards her. His baton was already in his hand and swinging: the thing after her was one of the littler ones, but even the littler ones were bigger than he liked to see.

Specifically their claws were bigger than he liked to see.

"Sandy! Duck!" The rising water was slowing him down a lot more than it was the bugs, but he was close enough to spin and throw a solid roundhouse kick right for the jaws of the thing after her. It was already oozing from the spot where she'd hit it with the baton. A steel-toed boot to the kisser ought to have some stopping power.

Saya

[pride_outbreak]

1. Celebration:

Saya wasn't in a particularly festive mood. Her thoughts were entirely upon the mission ahead of her and whether they'd survive the forray into the unknown. However, she wasn't going to pass on food as she would need all the energy she could get.

Grabbing a plate for herself and a bottle of the mocka-cola they've managed to create, she went to a far enough corner to try and remain undisturbed as she ate. All the while, going over note after note on a binder she managed to find in preparation for the mission ahead.

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2. Vault Day:

This was bound to happen... She wasn't going to assume that this grand day would go without an initial shock to everyone's senses... Though rushing irradiated water and giant crabs was not what she had imagined. At this point however, she can't say she was surprised.

"Stop panicking and regroup!" she called out, taking charge of the situation as she would need to be comfortable in this kind of role if she wanted her missions outside to succeed. And besides, she learned a lot from watching her parents lead.

"Once we get our bearings don't let them crowd you. You knew we'd face resistance, it just came to us sooner! So grab your weapon and fight together!"

Vault Day

[deepended]

Her weapon wasn't a baseball bat, her weapon of choice. But it was a long piece of metal she'd ripped off a guard rail two seconds ago and that was good enough. And it was pretty handy as a make-shift field hockey stick to send the little crabby monsters flying across the room when hit. Where they just got back up again, but they weren't on her anymore.

Then the pink haired nerd from the party earlier was yelling directions. Ugh, why hadn't she done that first? Seriously, this is why she kept losing her crew. She flipped over the edge of the platform, doing a perfect twist in the air before landing next to Pinky.

"Get one of 'em in a corner? Uh, away from the rad water? I've already got a chemical complexion."

No joke there. She wasn't pale skinned, she was an unnatural, pure, 'I was thrown in a vat of crazy acid' white.

"Bet we can get him to follow us."

Harley Quinn

[deepended]

ARRIVAL

Harley takes a long minute after the whole video and pod opening thing happened. Just laying there with her bleached white skin and still dyed hair, blinking at the ceiling of metal and lights. Then she sits up. Looks around.

Then with clenched fists beating against the sides of the pod she's still seated in, she lets out a loud, primal scream of:

"FUUUUUUUUCK!"

WILD CARD
Or meet her literally anywhere else in the Vault.

Arrival

[makeadragonwannaretire]

Azula had been on her way to return cleaning supplies to the appropriate closet when she heard the loudest curse word she'd ever heard.

Curious and bemused she abandoned the cleaning supplies in the hall and made her way to the pod room. She had wondered idly at some point how long before more people began to wake up but she had given up on that idle musing weeks ago.

Then again as she peers into the room she's not entirely sure what she's looking at is a "Person" per se.

"That is more or less how it feels yes. Good morning to you too."

Dropping A TW For Chocolats Consistently Casual Nudity

[loveyoudarling]

I - Celebrating Freedom With Chocolat Misu

Not chocolate-misu was the type of cake that they were having, but the girl who went much by the same name seemed to be sweetening up the kitchen just as much. Humming playfully to herself, she skipped around from place to place getting the party preparations in order. Despite being one of those who was supposed to be celebrating she very much seemed to have taken on the role of aiding Lewis in serving the others during the festivities.

"Oh hello..." Leaning over she placed of cake down before her fellow party-goer. A cheerful smile and friendly disposition overcoming her. "We just finished this up. And we have plenty of drinks as well if you'd like."

Yes, all in all, Chocolat seemed like a truly friendly and open person. Why, she almost seemed like an absolutely normal vault-mate for once. Well, as normal as the residents of this vault could be at least. But those who know Chocolat well at this point know what is average for her. A party hat on head and a cute 1950's poodle skirt adorning her lower half contrasting her traditional vault boots, it was with absolute indifference that she continued her pattern of living her days within the vault absolutely shirtless.

At least by this point most people were probably used to it.

II - Who Would Have Thought That We'd Run Into Trouble So Quickly?

Chocolat had prepared herself for their departure quite a few days in advance, bracing herself for the great unknown that was soon to open up to them. But despite any amount of mental or physical preparation, she most certainly wasn't ready for this. Tons of water fell all around their small group from above, the captain freaking out and firing his weaponry at, well, something. The entirety of their group seemed to scatter fast, some for the exit, some for the safety of the vault.

And Chocolat? Well, Chocolat was ecstatic.

Sure, she had been entertained well enough with the road roaches and mole rats with the occasional centaur mixed in. But this, this was the type of fast paced life-or-death action that she so sorely missed during their slow and stagnant time within the vault. It was with little hesitation that she ran head first towards those who decided to hang around and fight off the small herd of bigger-than-usual hermit crabs. Unzippering the upper half of her jumpsuit and pulling it half-way down before engaging in the action.

"I can't stand to stay away from the excitement, so I'm here to cheer you all on ♥," That is, if cheering people on meant charging forward with your naked chest out while skipping through the monster infested waters. "Ohohoh! Why, what's going on over here?"

III - Late Nights and Sweet Dreams

As days and nights passed since the grand opening of the vaults gates into the wide barren world above, most of the members spent their time still safe within the confines of the vault. Most of it had been due to what Captain Simmons had said less than a week before.

They needed a plan, and as designated team leader it was Chocolat's responsibility to put together a select group in order to scout the world above. Of course, one person she knew was an absolute shoe-in, someone she had approached almost immediately in fact. And then there were those she knew she would absolutely not ask to join her (they knew who they were). But that still left two extra spaces for her to fill, and the thought left her mind winding and reeling with possibilities.

So perhaps it wasn't all that surprising that, after fretting over the idea a few days over, that Chocolat had gone back to her old habits of wandering the halls at night.

Except, this night wasn't exactly like her previous ones. And while, as usual, she seemed to be roaming through the night half-naked, she seemed to be dragging her feet and carrying a rather uncharacteristically zoned out expression. At least, that was until she ran into another figure within the halls.

Her dazed expression changed to a dreamy smile as she approached, her arms spreading only to further emphasize her habit for casual nudity.

"Tee hee ♥," It was a quiet little giggle, but it was warning enough, as the next thing anyone knew her arms were wrapped around her vault-mates. Her face nuzzling affectionately into the warmth of her victims neck. It was only at this point that it would perhaps be noticed, that she didn't seem entirely aware herself of the situation. Perhaps, could it be, that she was sleepwalking?

IV - Come One Come All! Join The Most Badass Team!

During the daytime hours Chocolat at least seemed a little tamer in her disposition. For one, she actually seemed to be fully clothed today. Sure her suit was still almost fully unzippered down the front, and the sleeves seemed to be dangling very precariously off her shoulders, but at least she was completely covered for once.

In fact, she seemed to spend most of her time at the Rec Room bar, humming to herself cheerfully as clean and empty glasses littered the counter. Bottles of various alcohols displayed with her attempts to lure others vault-mates over. Indeed, she certainly seemed to be working with purpose.

"Oh? Would you like to try some? I have some food as well that Louis helped me with if you wish to have some of that instead," Her disposition was calm for once and lightly flirty in tone and she slid one of the glasses over. "Of course, the price is just a few simple questions. Something like, how good are your survival skills, hmn?"

Oh yeah, she was head-hunting.

V. Open!

(Have an idea for a thread that is not one of the options above? Wish to plot something unique with Chocolat? Feel free to leave a starter below! Or if you wish to plot you may message me or contact me at chohakkaifan!)

I

[cicadashell]

Jiro was intending to be more sociable, and perhaps even polite, at this gathering, but he can't be. Not when Chocolat is playing hostess in that absurd skirt. The moment he sees her, all he can do is laugh.

"Holy shit, you look ridiculous!"

It's now his theory that being in the vault is driving everyone crazy, and that's the only explanation for... this. He needs more alcohol.

lil hal.

[clipon]

Arrival.

Nothing is what it should be. Hal is... struggling, for lack of a better term, with grasping being in a human form.He doesn't know if he hates it or not, but he hates not knowing what's going on. He stumbles out of the pod, stares down at the pip-boy on his arm, and considers.

He stops breathing while he's deep in thought and has to take a shuddering gasp before he blacks out or something.

Yeah, okay, he hates this.

He does his best to keep his breathing measured but it's difficult -- his bright red eyes scan the other pods, looking for someone familiar, but coming up with nothing. He hates that too.

There are a couple of options here: either you can find him trawling all he can on the pip-boy, red eyes narrowed, or you can run into him trying to hack the pod to see how it works.

Vault opening, the celebration.

Hm. Well, normally Hal doesn't have to eat, but this human body does, so he's picking at the grilled meat morosely. He doesn't know any better what food should taste like, so he's not having trouble with that, he's just having trouble with eating at all.

That said, he's pretty tense for a guy at a party, looking between the others around with--not mistrust, but a kind of surprisingly open curiosity that he can't seem to shake.

"I can only assume this isn't normal food conditions for humans in non-disaster situations," he finally says, if you're listening, "based on my research, at least. This is enforced scarcity."

Warranty forfeit if unsealed.

Hal is used to water being everywhere, but not while in a human body, so that's new and alarming. He hovers around the edges, up to his knees in water, and takes care of some of the smaller mirelurks with quiet precision. He's avoiding the larger ones though, because he doesn't have a weapon, but if he can grab something, even a broken pipe, he's going to hop in to help if someone is in trouble.

"Do you need help," he says suddenly, sounding a little winded, as he jams said pipe under the carapace of one of the smaller mirelurks. "I'm unused to this state of being, so I may be less help than I should be, but I can assure you I'd do my best."

He sounds oddly calm for someone in an emergency situation.

Arrival

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy was surprised to see someone new wandering the halls earlier and decided to swing down to the pod room to see if anyone else had come out. She rounded the corner into her room and froze in her tracks when confronted by a guy with bright red eyes.

"Whoa!"

She doesn't run, she's managed to build up that much confidence but she also doesn't get any closer.

"Uh...hey there dude...good morning?"