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PostPosted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 3:59 am    Post subject: Archeology RPG, Chapter 1: Departure Reply with quote

((The idea is that this is very shortly after responding to the e-mail. The first character(s) will arrive at this unnatural hour, with others trickling in throughout the next day or so.))

August 05, 2078
UTC 01:16
Local Time: 04:16

Thessaloniki, Greece

"And you're sure they were meant to arrive at this hour?" Alexander Palaiakos said, wrinkling his nose. He looked quite obviously fresh from a shower and hasty change of clothes. It was hardly as formal as he would have liked, but a pair of black slacks and a navy blue button-up shirt would have to do.

"Yes, yes," said the student sitting at the flight terminal dismissively. The younger man wore a colorful shirt with floral patterns, sunglasses, and jeans. The sunglasses grated on Alex. It was unnecessary at this hour.

The two were standing in the large glass-walled room on top of the airport's tower. It was actually the first time Alex had visited the USPW's landing facilities. He usually traveled through commercial liners and so forth. However, it made more sense to bring the people here, to this facility. They wouldn't have to worry about moving them around town afterward, and having any of them picking up local illnesses. At least that was the plan, but part of him wondered if it wasn't an excuse to give the traffic control trainees some experience.

"Ah, there we are," said the student. "I have the flight on our local tracking system."

"Good. Good, excellent. I will greet them on the tarmac," Alex replied with a smile. He gave the student a pat on the shoulder before he left.

On his way down the stairs, he adjusted his collar. This was a big event, after all. Those who had responded to his request for personnel were varied, from schools of study as far removed as he could have hoped. He smiled to himself when he exited the building, and took a deep breath of the early morning air.

It was far too early for the sun to be visible on the horizon. It was half an hour before the barest hints of twilight would begin creeping into the sky, and disrupt the astronomers who avidly searched the sky. For his part, he looked skyward as well. The view was significantly less impressive, partly due to the clouds that blocked it out. As if responding to the thought, a single raindrop hit him on the forehead.

Alex grumbled and wiped the rain away with his fingers. He thought at first that his grumble had continued unbidden, and cleared his throat to force it silent. Even then, the noise seemed to continue. It took his mind a few moments longer to register that it was, in fact, growing louder. About the time he realized what he was hearing, the pitch took on the machine equivalent of a nasal whine. At the distant end of the tarmac, blue and white lights began to reflect in the underbelly of a small plane.

"That is fantastic," he said in near awe.

The chirp of tires announced the plane's descent to terra firma. It hopped on one wheel, then settled on all three. The plane's body was long, mostly cylindrical, and interrupted by several knobby wings. Attached to the wings were two large engines, far larger than most modern engines. They were also rather cylindrical, larger in the front than the rear. And, of all the most bizarre things, these still had propellers on the flat fronts!

He grinned like a schoolboy, watching the plane approach. It moved around the tarmac with a strange grace for its archaic nature. The pilot aimed the craft very nearly directly at Alex, and cut to the side fairly closely. When the plane turned to the side, the engines also sputtered. They cut, the noise seeming to cough and choke for a few seconds. Then there was a rush of wind, and the engines cranked up to their full ripping whine again. They continued at that pitch, however the plane slowed much more quickly than before. Alex made mental note to commend the pilot when they brought the craft to a stop so that the passengers would disembark nearly where Alex stood. It was quite a thrill, to have been standing there.

The first hints of modern technology in the craft were exposed once it came to rest. Automated systems reached from the belly of the craft, seeking out the refueling systems below. The engines wound down slowly, and the steady hum of electronics replaced the propeller driven motive system. Lights appeared beneath the hatch in the side of the craft. First two blue lights on the surface, and then a series of lights descended from there. As the doors opened, the flat planes between the blue lights filled in with luminescent materials as well. A set of light steps, what a clever thing. Alex was relatively sure that was still a USPW research project.

He fought the sudden urge to take apart the entire air frame, dissecting its toys.

A tall figure appeared at the top of the steps. The figure glanced around the utterly empty tarmac briefly, then descended the stairs with practiced ease.

"Kalós orísate!" Alex proclaimed warmly. "Welcome to the Thessaloniki research facility." He extended his hand.

The figure stepped forward from the step lights, and entered the lights from the main building behind Alex. It was a man, which perplexed Alex at first. From what he had read all of the applicants had been female, save the pilot. Even so, he smiled his best and held his hand out to shake. The man blinked at him with tired blue eyes, then reached up to scratch his forehead just beneath a very crisp looking white cap. Blue hair spilled out from beneath it.

"You'll want the passengers, mate," the man drawled with stereotypical Australian. "Fraid I'm in need of the washroom. 'Preciate the welcome, though," he said with a saucy grin. Then, with a haphazard salute of dubious quality, the man passed Alex and entered the building.

"Ilithios," Alex muttered under his breath. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled in time to turn back to the plane. With a slightly more weary smile, he watched the first of the passengers descend the illuminated panels.

"Kalós orísate!" he said once more. His hand extended out to the first passenger down the ramp, his smile brightening at the prospect of welcoming a guest. "Welcome to the Thessaloniki research facility, I am Alexander Palaiakos."
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PostPosted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 12:59 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Finndabhair woke with a start as the plane landed. She had intended to stay awake for the flight from Newfoundland to Greece, but apparently she'd fallen asleep somewhere over the Atlantic. She stretched and looked out the window of the plane, it was still dark out but looked as though it would turn into a nice day.

Finn yawned widely and then gathered up the papers she'd been planning on reading as she stood up from her seat grabbed her gear and headed out of the plane. When the door had opened she'd relished in the smell of the fresh morning air so she rushed to get out of the plane and stretch her legs.

As Finn disembarked from the plane she was surprised that there was someone there to greet them. The man smiled as she headed down the steps and introduced himself.

Finn smiled at Alexander and extended her hand, "Hello, I'm Dr Finndabhair O'Neill. Though I usually go by Finn or Doc or some variation of the twain. It's nice to finally meet you."

Finn was careful as she shook his hand not to squeeze too tightly, though she'd had this iteration of her hand for a while now she sometimes still forgot that it was a bit stronger then a normal hand.

((OOC just in case you were wondering her name is pronounced Finn-ah-veer))
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PostPosted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 7:41 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sarah juggled the remnants of her fourth coffee as the plane played hopscotch with the runway. There was a brittle edge to the trip's fatigue composed of the hum of engines and the presence of others. She hunched over the coffee as the plane roared to a stop and drew its arcane magic into her gut, driving back sleep in a wave of momentary dizziness.

She took a moment to tie her hair back, and loosen the sleeves of her blouse.

The hatch popped open. Sarah grabbed her rucksack and followed Finndabhair out into the smells of warm aircraft, and the sting of morning air. Standing at the top of the steps she imagined herself flying, free of the fetters of machinery – will made manifest – or at the top of the stairway to heaven, poised to step backward into eternity or forward into the present.

A part of her catalogued the conversation going on beneath with an idle disinterest. Thessaloniki research facility. Man's Alexander Palaiakos, woman's Finn or Finaveer. Which would be a terrible name to pronounce with a lisp.

Sarah headed on down the stairs.

Black trousers, blue shirt. Buttons. Face too bright; bathed recently. Dressed on the base? Lives here or just for the project? Speaks some Greek. Party piece? Welcome to Greece, probably.

She reached up to scratch the side of her nose and realised she still had the empty coffee cup in hand.

“Likewise. Other than the name of course; that's different. I'm Sarah. Not called Doc either come to think of it. So actually different in pretty much every respect so far. Apart from the nice to meet you bit I suppose.”

Her words came in a burst, as if they were a single long word with slightly different stresses and the ends chopped off.
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PostPosted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 9:56 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Naomi Burns spent a bit of time making sure all of her gear was where it was supposed to be, and by the time she’d double- and re-checked everything, several people had already disembarked. This wasn’t the first time Naomi had been on a plane, but it was the first flight of any significant length of time, and she hadn’t been prepared for just what it felt like to be on an international flight. Untwisting from the coach seat, yanking her backpack out from where it had been jammed into a corner, controlling the plummet her carry-on wanted to take from the overhead compartment, and maneuvering between the too-close seats took longer than she had anticipated. Besides all that, she had never understood why some people always seemed to want to go first. It wasn’t as if the tarmac would disappear if they didn’t get on it as soon as possible – but if they did want to, Naomi was willing to let them.

When Naomi did make it out of the plane, she saw several of the women she had met in pre-boarding standing next to Dr. Palaiakos beside the foot of the glowing stairs. A glance up showed absolutely no stars, and no moon. The sky was flat black above the bright lights of the airport, and Naomi was suddenly struck with the fact that she was thousands of miles away from home, about to go even farther. She negotiated the stairs hesitantly to the pavement and started over to the small group soon-to-be adventurers. Waiting for a break in conversation, she stepped forward.

“Excuse me? My name is Naomi Burns. Professor Kouris is my mentor. Is this the research group?”
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'Aww isn't she sweet?' Sarah thought, as Naomi made herself known. 'Manners and everything. If you said “boo” I wonder if she'd jump?'

“Research group? You must have got on the wrong plane, dear.” Sarah said turning to look up at the latest arrival, “We're just a tour group with a ridiculous number of qualifications and a taste for landing antique aircraft at out of the way airfields.”

She loosed a finger from the empty mug to scratch behind her ear and looked up at the plane.

"There's boss-guy - the man of course - the other woman's Finn or the Doc. Though I suppose the latter might get a bit confusing."
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:32 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Doctor Sarah Wright, Masters in History and Mental Philosophy. Studied at Oxford, if I remember the document correctly," Alex said with an amused smile. "As well as Doctor Finndabhair O'Neill, studied your post-doc at the University of Victoria, yes?" As he spoke of each present member, he offered his hand to shake. Assuming that they did shake his hand, he would wait and greet them with a smile and his thanks for coming before moving on to the next. Though, admittedly, when he came to Naomi he was at a bit of a loss.

"Miss Naomi Burns, double major Linguistics and Archeology, yes? Professor Kouris has spoken for you, welcome to the team," he offered his hand to her as well, smiling and nodding his welcome.

Alex backed up a step, glancing back up the illuminated stairs leading into the plane. His eyebrows raised for a few moments, half expecting a quarter dozen more people to come piling out as he watched.

"Yes. Was there anyone else on the flight with you three?" He returned his eyes to the assembled group. All women, he noted. He should have realized that from the personnel documents, but it had honestly missed his attention. He made mental note of being drastically outnumbered.

"Either way, allow me to give you a brief tour of our training facility and show you to your rooms, yes? The hour is quite early, and I am sure you all would appreciate the opportunity to settle in before our first day," he offered with his hands clasped in front of him. His smile remained, quite happy and enthusiastic to see the project coming along so nicely.
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PostPosted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 7:01 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

((sorry for the late post, it's been a busy few days))

Alice stumbled out of the plane after her new colleagues. It seemed like they had all had to travel quite far, but it had only been a little while ago that she had taken a shuttle from the Ice Station Ross-Tanakadate to the North American continent to get here: she was no longer quite sure of what time zone she was meant to be in.

Stepping off of the aircraft, the warm Greek morning blasted over her. She had almost forgotten summer's existance, but there was little time to indulge in the glow of the DayStar. She quickly realised that most of the socialising had already begun. Oh well. Alice marched up to the rear of the group, and gave the two men who seemed to be from the USPW a half-hearted salute.

"Doctor Carlisle, formerly of Yutani-Weyland, Kawada Insitute."

It appeared to her that they were only doing a 'roll call' of sorts; they wouldn't talk shop, right?
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Naomi accepted and returned the handshake firmly, then made room for the woman who identified herself as Doctor Carlisle. As both the youngest and least experience, Naomi felt it her duty to remain somewhat in the background until her skills might be useful. Chitchatting at one o'clock in the morning - even if it felt like ten o'clock in the morning to her tired body - was not one of her strong suits. Defense, maybe. Support in the field, or on the dig, certainly. Naomi shook her head. Rambling to herself, definitely. Resettling the strap of her duffel bag, Naomi took a look around.

It was really quite dark, despite the bright lights of the runway. Everything outside the area faded into a near-solid black, except for the city on the horizon. Taking a few steps to the side, Naomi could see around the plane, and saw that there actually weren't that many buildings. large buildings, but there were only three or four. It seemed like this place was rather isolated, and the open skyline immediately put her at ease. It was impossible to tell what the grounds would look like - long grass like her own Great Plains? Bright green weed grass like she had seen briefly in the short flight to the east coast? Or completely cemented over, like the international airport which had sent her overseas? Naomi shifted her backpack and stepped back toward the group. A chance to settle in and get oriented sounded like a very good idea. Maybe Dr. Palaiakos would move faster if everyone was in the same place.
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"Doctor Sarah Wright, Masters in History and Mental Philosophy. Studied at Oxford, if I remember the document correctly."

Alex, Sarah thought, had slipped into speech mode. Here's the name of each member of the team along with some background information.

'Very pleased to meet you My Lord Palaiakos.
And you Lady Wright.
Charmed, I'm sure.
My what dreadful weather we're having.'

For some reason the weather was always dreadful or lovely in greetings. Sarah brushed her palm across his, her cold fingers curling around but not quite grasping the hand.

“You do remember correctly.”

"Either way, allow me to give you a brief tour of our training facility and show you to your rooms, yes? The hour is quite early, and I am sure you all would appreciate the opportunity to settle in before our first day,"

'Settle in,' a phrase that tended to mean: No-one's here at this time in the morning, I'm running on auto and we'd all like a couple of pints of coffee before we throw together a presentation. Chuck your bag in a corner and check out the facility's net access while you wait. A yawn crept its way onto her face and bludgeoned it into motion.

“Ought to be more comfortable than the runway anyway.”

'Smooth.' She thought she head the distant sounds of mildly sarcastic mental clapping.
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PostPosted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 1:31 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Finn smiled and waved to the others as Alex introduced her.

She turned back to Alex as he suggested a tour and direction to their rooms. "The tour sounds wonderful, it will be nice to see the place where we'll be working for the next little while."


((OOC not sure what else to put in there. sorry for the slow post, was a holiday weekend and i haven't been around much))
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PostPosted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 2:49 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

((The delay is mostly my fault, but it shouldn't be an issue for a bit longer now.))

Alexander looked around at the assembled guests. Of the lot, only Dr. O'Niell seemed to be fully awake. Some mental faculty finally called it to his attention that none of them were very likely to want an actual tour until they'd had a few hours rest and a chance to wash up.

He smiled, then motioned for them to follow him toward the well lit building he had come from. Its face seemed to be made of glass panes, showing only shadows and dark rooms inside most of the building. Even though it was soon to be morning, most of the staff wouldn't arrive for a few hours longer. As they began walking, small robotic carriers appeared from the underside of the plane, collecting and carrying their luggage.

"This is the Jules Sidorova Spaceport, so named for the pilot of the first craft launched into orbit without the use of SRBs," said the dutiful tour guide. Though he could have regaled them with the amazing history of space flight using that ability to harness gravity, he decided against it. They looked tired, and hearing about technical details of "how it works" was probably not their foremost desire.

As they approached the large transparent doors that led into the dimly illuminated lobby sensors detected their movement. After a brief series of chirps and beeps that sounded like birdsong, the sensors recognized Alexander and swung open quietly. He seemed to take this for granted, not hesitating as he walked.

The building was arranged in a rather straightforward manner on the inside. There was a reception area immediately through the doors, which had a fountain as the central showpiece. An odd, boxy shuttle appeared to be flying near the top of a stylized version of the USPW logo. Upon closer inspection, though difficult to see in the dim lighting, the likeness of that first pilot was engraved in the logo. Her eyes carried a sharp sense of focus in the portrait, and she wore a confident smile. She wore the old USPW jumpsuit, back when there was little more to the name than a logo and a dream. If that were the case, certainly no one had told that woman. Her hands were placed on her hips, her confidence flowing as freely as the water that poured down from the engines of the shuttle.

The room expanded into a large circle, with the walls displaying various portraits and photographs. Some were holographic, showing the USPW's shining achievements in all three glorious dimensions. Others were people of importance, or of great intelligence. Most of those people were far from the common spotlight, and all had small golden plaques beneath the names. Beneath the images were some seats, a water dispenser, and potted plants. All the makings of a standard lobby, complete with the empty receptionist desk at the back. The receptionist desk was flanked on either side by doors, which themselves were mated to small keypads.

Alexander took a momentary pause at the statue, smiling at the sight of it. That woman had always inspired him, and still continued to, though honestly he could never have gotten used to calling her anything but "Julie".

He continued onward after having shaken himself from his memories. Instead of waving a card at the keypad, he simply held out his palm. The amber lamp at the keypad's base faded, and a cerulean light washed over his hand momentarily. Then the lights went out, and two green dots flashed above the keypad. The door opened as quietly as the two doors had at the entryway, exposing yet another hallway.

This hallway branched immediately, leading straight ahead to a set of transparent, gently illuminated stairs. To the left, there were a series of doors without security pads, each with some sort of nameplate on the door. Doctor Harold Busnelli, Director Paul Walker, Morgan Oyipo - Assistant Director, and so on down the row of doors. The stairs responded to their presence, and the glow solidified as the aircraft stairs had.

"We have furnished rooms for you on the second floor, which is the residence hall. You should have all you need there, though of course you are welcome to the run of the facility." Alexander smiled at them again, and immediately realized he was probably being too enthusiastic.

He returned his attention to the wide stairs, ascending as they turned. Once he placed his feet on the lowest stair, the surface seemed to shimmer and become fluid. While he stood in place, the stairs seemed to move beneath him, and he rose toward the top. "Our particle physicists have really been experimenting with quite a few applications, as you can see."

At the top, they came to a large courtyard. Here was the heart of the residential facility. A large room opened before them, with a transparent ceiling that showed every remaining star in the sky. Below, there was a basketball court lined by transparent walls that sheltered a small greenhouse. The plants grew along the walls and transparent scaffolding along the edges of the basketball court, giving the appearance of nearly solid walls made only of plants. There were openings in the walls to allow transit through to the basketball court, or into the rows of plants (which became long archways, along their length).

There were further stairs here, though of the normal variety, that led to a jogging track on the second floor. Suspended above the basketball court and in the middle of the jogging track was a solid platform, its contents hidden from below and from the sides. A lounge, Alexander would explain, with comfortable chairs and reading lamps.

Branching off from the main room were two identical wings, of which he only had to take them down one side. Mono-gendered dormitories, the first room of which was a large living room-like area. A wooden table and chairs made up a dining room, on the next corner of a lounge area from a decently equipped (if lacking for space) kitchen area. The lounge area itself had two couches, a few chairs, a table that reached between them, and holographic projectors for keeping up with whatever programming or gaming might be desired. The lounge also had a slightly recessed floor compared to the kitchen and dining room. There was ample space to walk between the kitchen and dining room without stepping into the recess, however. Wouldn't want to have anyone fall with a plate of food, of course. A hallway opposite the exercise area led to a series of six doors, which were individual bedrooms.

Initially it was all fairly spartan. The bedrooms were single twin beds, desks with chairs, and a dresser. A full-length mirror hung from the closet door, and there was ample lighting. The walls were all drywall painted white, and the ceilings equally normal. The floors were hardwood, however, a dark stained cedar that accented the white walls rather well. The lounge was the most opulent of all the equipment, with leather seating and a hardwood framed table topped in the holo-glass that could be transparent, solid, or project an image at the discretion of the viewer.

The rest of the world may have opted to stay low-tech, but the USPW did not seem to follow that trend in the least.

"Inside each room is a keycard, which will code itself to you specifically. In the morning, you can have a second copy made at the reception desk if you would like. The kitchen should be stocked with enough food for the first day or so, and we can worry about anything else tomorrow," Alexander said, turning to face the group. He stood in the lounge room now, one foot in the recessed floor of the lounge while the other stood on the normal floor space. "If you have any questions, the keycards also act as communication devices. You can page an full-time automated help system, the desk clerk during the day, or myself at any time you would like."

He took a step toward the door, clasping his hands together in front of him. "Shall we resume tomorrow afternoon? How about one in the afternoon, local time? That should give you about twelve hours."
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PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 1:19 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Motion brought a unique sense of dislocation to the tired. The world appeared in shuttered images; moments suspended by a flickering memory.

The foyer was watched over by a woman standing in the classical 'shoot me' stance of all young heroes. Sarah wondered distantly what sort of horrifying death had befallen her. Other members of the past stared back from the walls. A future passed before her where all such achievements had been rendered behind glass; the process of discovery embalmed in symbols.

'A mausoleum of the intellect.' she thought, and moved on with a growing sense of unease.

Up strangely flowing stairs. 'How much energy did they take? What happened if they failed when you were halfway up?' Her mind filed away these considerations for later. Up through the cheerful wizard's labyrinth.

The dorm had the air of an expensive student flat to it. Sarah felt an itch to put posters on the walls and arrange a selection of half washed dishes in the sink. She quashed it ruthlessly.

"Shall we resume tomorrow afternoon? How about one in the afternoon, local time? That should give you about twelve hours”

The wizard looked ready to flee – edging towards the door.

She brushed her bracelet sending a shell exploding across her view. Floating dials and windows full of text stood where they'd been left. A flick of the hand sent them cascading into electronic oblivion. The remaining dial set an alarm for half twelve local time.

“Okay.” She nodded to Alex and headed into the nearest room. Bed, floor, corner. The rucksack was propelled toward the far corner. Sarah grabbed the edge of the covers and rolled herself into bed. Eyes blinked once before the rest of the world fell away.
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Naomi followed behind the group, placing her feet deliberately so that she wouldn't scuff her shoes. This was rather more than she'd been expecting, even knowing that she'd be entering the foremost scientific establishment on the planet. The lobby reminded her vaguely of the University's student union; perhaps it was the overblown size and the attempt at 'understated elegance', which never failed to shout money as loud as it possibly could. More moving light-stairs, another attempt at humility - though how anyone could be humble with this much cutting-edge science to their name escaped her at the moment.

The track caught her attention first, followed immediately by the floating block hanging within it. Naomi resolved to use the track first thing in the morning, or first thing after she got up, and to avoid whatever room within the suspended box. Right after that she saw the greenhouse walls, and made a note to check it out on her way up. Questions about the technology, sustainability, breadth of scope danced through her mind. She didn't know whether this would be yet another scientific advancement or just a novel approach to hydroponics, but it was worth checking out and passing along to the family. And it would give her parents some comfort that she wasn't totally forsaking the Way of the Farm. Dr. Palaiakos confirmed their meeting time for the next day, and Naomi murmured a goodnight as he passed her on his way out.

The bedrooms were singles, hallelujah, but went way beyond the dorms in her experience and stopped just shy of hotel rooms. The keycard reinforced that impression. Well, perhaps that would be the best mindset to keep; they wouldn't be staying here that long anyway. First job, find the charging pad. Naomi set her bags carefully at the foot of her bed and dug through them for her phone and computer base, then put them on the pad built into the corner of the desk. After a moment their displays started to 'breathe' slowly, brightening and dimming to show they were charging. Nodding in satisfaction, Naomi went about getting ready for bed. Six hours sleep should be enough, after all, she'd slept on the plane. That should give her enough time to wake up, work out, and wander a bit before coming back here to meet the others again. Naomi changed into her pajamas, set her mental alarm clock, and fell asleep.
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 10:26 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Finn followed along after their host marvelling at the 'toys' scattered through out the centre. The stairway was especially impressive. She'd seen a demo version at a conference she'd attended a few years ago, but nothing on this scale.

Finn was impressed with the quarters they'd been provided with, sure they'd have to share the common space but the individual rooms were quite spectacular.

As Alexander gave them the day to get settled in, Finn wandered into the first unoccupied room she came across. The robot that was carrying the remainder of her gear followed her into the room and deposited her belongs and then left.

Finn shut the door to her room and began placing her things around the room so she'd have easy access to them later. She was still a bit tired from her fitful sleep on the plane so she set herself and alarm for a 2.5 hrs later so she'd be able to get up at a reasonable time in the morning and explore the rest of their accommodations.
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PostPosted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 11:13 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Alice allowed herself a low whistle - even through the massive jet lag, it was a darn sight more sparkly than Ross-Tanakadate had been, but then the prospect of not gorging herself on some 6000 calories a day to keep her body heat at the right temperature to keep out hypothermia was a definite plus of UPWS.

Although she would miss the penguins.

It seemed that Alexander may well have picked up on the group members' jet lag. Thank heavens for that - her tired body might be able to finally figure out what time of day it was, and she could at least fire off a message to Dr Ouhran before the formalities kicked off. He'd been asking an awful lot of questions about Ross-Tanakadate and her new research, and she wasn't really in a frame of mind to properly evade all of his queries.

Ignoring the small marvel of the robot carrying her gear from the plane, and the plushness of her surroundings, once the robot had summarily bogged off again, Alice closed her door over and allowed herself to just sink back onto the bed and conk out. But she was a light sleeper and the jet lag was still playing havoc - if disturbed she'd wake up easily enough.

((sorry for the awkward post, but wasn't sure how to end it. Posting from work))
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