We're Not In Kansas Anymore...

[meat_mooks]

They might have been trying to get to the City, or another level, or anywhere else in the explored parts of Stacy. But when some crewmembers stepped into the transport tubes, they were going to find that where they ended up was not where they were trying to go.

The first sign that something was wrong was the strange electric jolt they get just after stepping into the tubes. The second sign was the unusually long time it took for them to get to their destination. And the third and final sign was the fact that when they arrived, it was in a place they would have never seen before.

To all appearances, it looked like a smaller replica of the crew quarters. If they ventured out a little further, they would find smaller versions of the mess hall, sleeping halls, and bathrooms as well. But there was one important difference.

They were completely and utterly empty.

And with any attempt to go back into the transport tubes failing, they appeared to be stuck here. What were they going to do?

[ooc: ICly this post happens over the course of a day, so not everyone arrives at the same time. If you tag into the post later, you can just assume that your character arrived later in the day. Also, your characters will not find that their omnicomms and communication rings don't work!

If you have a question about anything, you can ask on this ooc post.

Oh, and for this post threadjacking is welcome :P]

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[first_of_steel]

"I've had to manage on low rations for extended periods before. Not something I want to repeat," Roger muttered. "The mess-hall's as good a place as any to centralize people we find. As far as any place in this pit's reassuring, that'll be it."

[encourage]

"It's at least the most familiar place we could have." Since basically everyone had to go there in order to eat enough to stay healthy. "I can direct people that way as they come in, or stop by, and maybe you can head there with Mark if he's willing to move. Any luck, he might have gotten himself there already."

[first_of_steel]

"If he's not there yet I'll get him there when I find him," Roger says, nodding. "I'll start shunting anybody else I find along. And see if I can't find some way of marking the known corridors out for people who might stumble across them before we run them down."

[encourage]

"Good idea. I can help with that too, after it seems we've got no one else on the way." She pushed hair off out of her face. "If you run into any trouble that could use healing, before I show up in mess hall, you'll be able to find me here. I don't have my kit with me --" she was on her way to get it, actually, when this happened, "-- but I'm good with improvising when I have to, and hopefully most have their plant suits on.

[first_of_steel]

"I'll remember that," Roger said. "Since my medical skills only cover very basic first aid. Hopefully it won't come to that. Anything else I should keep in mind?"

[encourage]

She smiled.

"Nothing other than what I suspect you already do. Maybe never assume you know entirely what's going on, or why. If you had that idea at any point in time."

Such wonderfully not-sage advice.

[first_of_steel]

"I haven't known entirely what was going on in more than twenty years," Roger said wryly. "I'm not about to start now."

[encourage]

Sakura laughed at that. "Then I think you're better off than most when they're new around here. Good luck. Stay safe, Roger."