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[Event] Calibrations Waiting Room Mingle
WHO: ALL HE ROWS PRESENT
WHERE: Calibrations Area
WHAT: Mingle log for literally anything you'd like to take place in the waiting room between sleep cycles during the event
WHEN: June 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: Please mark individual threads with warnings
NOTES: If you have any questions, please go Here
An Agrii, or what may have been an Agrii, led you here, and now you can't get out. From the moment one steps through the door into Calibrations there is no going back. Luck, good or bad, even prevents people from being in the entrance way when another He Row arrives, meaning there's no slipping out to be hoped for. This is because Calibrations at their core keep you from going out and seeing the world, keep you from doing much but exploring the space and interacting with your fellow trapped He Rows. This wouldn't be much of a problem if there was a lot to do in the lengthy hours between the compulsion to sleep. At least there is some modicum of comfort offered to those who were tricked into this timed trap.
Some might find the area familiar, having haunted these halls before. Upon entry one walks down a large hallway before it opens into an even larger waiting room with chairs, tables, and the same food dispensers available in the ships, save that it lacks any Red Fruit Drink. It's a shame, actually, the alcohol might help you get through things, and since there was no warning this time, the dispensers are likely the only source of food available. There is more than enough to feed everyone, even to the point of being overstuffed at every meal. At least there are those small favors.
There are also communal bathrooms - one men and one for women though nothing would stop a person from using whichever they desire - with several toilet stalls and shower stalls in each, including basic shampoo and soap dispensers. All of the dispensers put out a liquid that smells like motor oil for some reason. The water in the showers is pleasantly warm and just perfect for getting clean. Well, it is for good little boys and girls who don't blow up buildings. Given that sort of comfortable temperature hasn't been available in past sessions, it's a real relief.
Branching off of the main waiting room are hallways that lead to a number of bedrooms. The door of each bares a nameplate on it, imprinted with the name of a He Row. Those who are returning here won't find their name plate in the same place it was previously, which might be frustrating in its own right. The doors aren't locked though, and anyone can enter any other room or share with anyone else if they wish to. Each room has a single, simply made queen-sized bed, and a set of drawers. The drawers have a white jumpsuit in the size of the He Row whose name was on the door, as well as a pair of equally white canvas shoes. It's kind of your captors to offer you clothes, and for a change there will be new ones available to you this time through, replacements appearing once every week. You can wear them or ignore them as you like.
Greater pity has been offered this time than before for the He Rows, offering a variety of things to do in the downtime. Given most of what He Rows may have been able to grab and bring with them for their 'escape' may not be much good for entertainment, it's helpful to have even the little things. Shelves are available in the large waiting room, filled with boxes and containers. There are pictures on each box, brightly colored and then defaced with Agrii smilie art, showing all sorts of aliens having fun with games.
Sadly the games are not written in a language anyone knows. Luckily the Communications datapoint is working right this time, and it's possible to translate the instructions for a change, letting people play things with all the fun you need. Unfortunately this year there are pieces missing. Because of course nothing can ever be easy. The only thing that is fully intact is that solid gray puzzle and of course, Monopoly Longest Game Ever. There's even paper and pencils and crayons! It's like the Calibrations area was upgraded just for you!
In fact, you don't have to rely on just the board games to keep you occupied this year. In addition to them, the food, getting to know each other, and probably building forts out of all the beds, there's one big plus offered to everyone: arts and crafts! That paper and those crayons aren't the only thing. There's containers of water based paint, there are brushes and canvases, there's even clay for modeling and glue for pasting paper together if you decide to cut some up. No scissors or knives though. But maybe you can spend some time beautifying your mostly white surroundings. Or maybe committing some graffiti in your frustration. Anything to pass the time.
You can opt to spend time in your room or in the larger, common waiting room. But about every twenty-two hours, all people suddenly feel a compulsion to sleep. Once this starts, you can’t fight it off. You find yourself going into your room for bed or wherever else you feel like you’d prefer to sleep. And then, inevitably, you close your eyes and dream.
WHERE: Calibrations Area
WHAT: Mingle log for literally anything you'd like to take place in the waiting room between sleep cycles during the event
WHEN: June 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: Please mark individual threads with warnings
NOTES: If you have any questions, please go Here
An Agrii, or what may have been an Agrii, led you here, and now you can't get out. From the moment one steps through the door into Calibrations there is no going back. Luck, good or bad, even prevents people from being in the entrance way when another He Row arrives, meaning there's no slipping out to be hoped for. This is because Calibrations at their core keep you from going out and seeing the world, keep you from doing much but exploring the space and interacting with your fellow trapped He Rows. This wouldn't be much of a problem if there was a lot to do in the lengthy hours between the compulsion to sleep. At least there is some modicum of comfort offered to those who were tricked into this timed trap.
Some might find the area familiar, having haunted these halls before. Upon entry one walks down a large hallway before it opens into an even larger waiting room with chairs, tables, and the same food dispensers available in the ships, save that it lacks any Red Fruit Drink. It's a shame, actually, the alcohol might help you get through things, and since there was no warning this time, the dispensers are likely the only source of food available. There is more than enough to feed everyone, even to the point of being overstuffed at every meal. At least there are those small favors.
There are also communal bathrooms - one men and one for women though nothing would stop a person from using whichever they desire - with several toilet stalls and shower stalls in each, including basic shampoo and soap dispensers. All of the dispensers put out a liquid that smells like motor oil for some reason. The water in the showers is pleasantly warm and just perfect for getting clean. Well, it is for good little boys and girls who don't blow up buildings. Given that sort of comfortable temperature hasn't been available in past sessions, it's a real relief.
Branching off of the main waiting room are hallways that lead to a number of bedrooms. The door of each bares a nameplate on it, imprinted with the name of a He Row. Those who are returning here won't find their name plate in the same place it was previously, which might be frustrating in its own right. The doors aren't locked though, and anyone can enter any other room or share with anyone else if they wish to. Each room has a single, simply made queen-sized bed, and a set of drawers. The drawers have a white jumpsuit in the size of the He Row whose name was on the door, as well as a pair of equally white canvas shoes. It's kind of your captors to offer you clothes, and for a change there will be new ones available to you this time through, replacements appearing once every week. You can wear them or ignore them as you like.
Greater pity has been offered this time than before for the He Rows, offering a variety of things to do in the downtime. Given most of what He Rows may have been able to grab and bring with them for their 'escape' may not be much good for entertainment, it's helpful to have even the little things. Shelves are available in the large waiting room, filled with boxes and containers. There are pictures on each box, brightly colored and then defaced with Agrii smilie art, showing all sorts of aliens having fun with games.
Sadly the games are not written in a language anyone knows. Luckily the Communications datapoint is working right this time, and it's possible to translate the instructions for a change, letting people play things with all the fun you need. Unfortunately this year there are pieces missing. Because of course nothing can ever be easy. The only thing that is fully intact is that solid gray puzzle and of course, Monopoly Longest Game Ever. There's even paper and pencils and crayons! It's like the Calibrations area was upgraded just for you!
In fact, you don't have to rely on just the board games to keep you occupied this year. In addition to them, the food, getting to know each other, and probably building forts out of all the beds, there's one big plus offered to everyone: arts and crafts! That paper and those crayons aren't the only thing. There's containers of water based paint, there are brushes and canvases, there's even clay for modeling and glue for pasting paper together if you decide to cut some up. No scissors or knives though. But maybe you can spend some time beautifying your mostly white surroundings. Or maybe committing some graffiti in your frustration. Anything to pass the time.
You can opt to spend time in your room or in the larger, common waiting room. But about every twenty-two hours, all people suddenly feel a compulsion to sleep. Once this starts, you can’t fight it off. You find yourself going into your room for bed or wherever else you feel like you’d prefer to sleep. And then, inevitably, you close your eyes and dream.
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Who is absolutely quick to open the door when York knocks.
"Good. You're here. You're right, he's far too tall. Ain't got tha right supplies ta build for him."
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No 'can I help' or 'is there something I can do', but immediately saying he is because sorry Mini. You're not getting a choice in this one.
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"Ah hadn't figured one yet. Just been liberating some extra supplies where I could."
But Mini smiles because he's clearly happy for the company.
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“Well shit, Mini,” he softly chides with a grin. “I can go steal some of the chairs from the main room and bring them in here. The others will make do without them. Who’d miss one or two of them anyways?” York stands up and surveys the room.
“We’ll probably use the dressers for decent ‘walls’. We can face them away and tuck the linens into the drawers and shut them to keep them up.” Then he turns to observe the bed. “If we put the bed up on it’s side, we can probably tie the other end to the frame or something. Another wall.”
An unneeded but very human like huff as he puts hands to hips. “Too bad we don’t have a tablet and the net or something. We could make the fort and watch stuff from the net on it. I think humans call it a sleepover or something back home.”
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Though watching stuff would be nice. Oh well, Mini doesn't care that much about missing it.
"Ah'm lookin forward to sleeping in general."
He didn't get to do it much.
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He goes over and starts moving some of the furniture into the places he mentioned. "Why make a fort anyways?" comes the question as he pushes it around.
"Do you sleep when the rest of us do? Or have the dreams like this place makes us?"
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And he needs something to do to avoid Reeve's fretting.
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The android pulls the blanket from the bed and starts draping it over the dresser before pulling the drawer open, tucking it in, and shutting it securely again. "BD? And my dreams are different this year. Did I ever tell you about Jericho? I don't know if I told Reeve about it."
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"Ain't never heard of Jerico."
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His hands still, remembering what Markus had told him. How many they lost at Jericho, including Lucy.
“Jericho is…was where androids like me lived at in Detroit. Where we were hiding. A lake freighter that was decommissioned but kept in the harbor. I think it had been used for storage at some point. It was huge, Mini. We could fit so many of us in there. Like this bunker place, but ten more of it.
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Mini wasn't expecting that. He and Reeve have most definitely not met anyone.
"Ah would nae want ten times as many dreams for Reeve."
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York continues working, allowing himself to be distracted by the fort building. "Yeah, the dreams suck. Especially when I'm not used to them, because androids don't dream. And we don't usually have people show up in our software to be able to poke at our memory files."
Okay, he sounds a little venomous about that.
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"Ah think that Reeve touches the memory files of my brothers when he needs," Mini admits. "But we can share awareness with him so it's a wee bit different. Ah would hate to lose privacy if I had it."
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There's a hollow little laugh at that, and the teenager stretches the sheet over to make a cavern before realizing he hadn't set up the bed properly. He goes over and starts pushing and hoisting it up to get it on its side. "So do you keep all of the memories until the files get deleted by Reeve? Or are they just temp files that get deleted after a set period of time? Do you record everything like a video file?"
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"Tha's just silly," Mini says. It's so obviously not true. But the deeper questions are complicated.
"Mah brothers have files. He didnae make the shell programs for me. Nae do ah have the recording software he had to share with others."
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He sits on the floor to look at Mini. "What sort of directive do you have then? What sort of programs do the others have? You're the only one here in Temba, right?"
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Which was an understatement of course. Though Richie had been helping since his return in a way Mini approved of.
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He leans back until he's laying there, staring up at the sheet. "Androids in my world... various models are programmed to do different things. My brother repairs androids. I build architecture. There are all sorts of jobs filled by androids in our world made by Cyberlife."
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So he's abit to do a bit more. As for the others.
"They became his eyes and ears. A spy network. And companions. But never keepers like ah am."
With the place done he curls up on the floor, wrapping his tail around himself.
"I dunnae think there ah other creations like us though."