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[starer]

Its been about four weeks. Though I guess I should say Earth weeks. Twenty-seven days since we started turning up. Two since it started happening again.

[Which begs the question, when does it stop? Seventy-two beds on this area of the station. Are they planning to keep going after that?]

Viveca is the name of the AI that spoke to us all then. Some of you may have spoken to her already. She went missing though, a couple of days after we arrived. There was a power cut, she said something about an emergency mode, and then she was gone.

We got a delivery right before that though. Clothes, toiletries, books, food. A bunch of stuff showed up and got split out.

That was when there were twenty-seven of us. Looks like we've about doubled since then. So if you new folks needs something, ask. There's probably someone here who can help.

Speaking of, we're stuck relying on those drops to get fresh food. So don't hog it. There's kids here who need it too.

[Edward]

A guy I know. He cooks up huge batches of food at a time. If you're hungry, check the fridge. Nine times out of ten, he's left something in there you can have.

[And if not, giving Sam a look will probably be more than enough to get him to make something new.]

You've also all probably noticed that you can't get in to the Northern Wing. Its been like that since we first got here, and we've got no idea what's on the other side. It's classified, apparently. Messing with whatever's on the other side would affect us all, so I wouldn't suggest trying to break through.

Don't know about you guys, but I don't plan on getting tossed out an airlock if I can help it.

[And that's it. No sign off. No goodbye. No anything. Sorry?]


[ooc: Feel free to threadjack as much as you like! Bucky's using this post as an information exchange.]

Comments

[skelepun]

hey, i hear ya. i've got a lot of lying skills, myself.

you've got me curious, though. what're you best at around here, exactly?

[starer]

Nothing that's gonna help up here. I might have a read a bunch of sci-fi, but that doesn't mean I know how to live in it.

[skelepun]

oh so you're a nerd? well that explains it then.

[starer]

Reading makes me a nerd. Okay.

[skelepun]

reading sci-fi makes you a nerd. and there's no shame in it, buddy. i'm a geek myself.

[starer]

It was the 40's. I read what was available.

[skelepun]

[ ... Well. That answered some questions. Kinda. ]

1940s? 2040s? ... 1840s? sorry if i'm being nosy over here, pal. [ he's really not sorry ] just trying to get my head around the technology that brought us all together.

y'know, one sci-fi nerd to another.

[starer]

1940s. People here are from different universes. Different times aren't exactly a surprise.

[skelepun]

guess it's the scientist in me, buddy. the more stupid questions you get outta the way, the closer you get to the smart ones.

i'm sure i'll have plenty other stupid questions for ya before too long. but in the meantime, you've given me plenty to think about. ;)