sanctuaryrpg | And the station opens...

There were no flashing lights, no alarms. The doors to the quarantine chambers simply opened, the whoosh of seals breaking was the only fanfare.

Quarantine was on a quiet level of the station, a gently pulsing light set into the wall leading the chamber's temporary residents out into the station proper. Outside, station officials wandered by but paid no particular attention to the newcomers; new arrivals were nothing new to them, just a fact of life on Sanctuary. New people arrived in the chambers, station staff logged them, and the computers arranged everything else. So they went about their business, eyes glued to the screens they held.

Of course the newcomers weren't aware of any of this. Anyone who called out to the station staff was greeted with a wan smile and directed toward one of the many terminal screens lining the walls of the large open space between the central tower and the rest of the station.

The terminal screens asked for a fingerprint before offering any additional information. Their names flashed up with a map to their new home in the living quarters and some basic information on the currency contained in the chip in their hand and what it might buy them. A brief explanation of the silver communication unit followed, and then the news of the past twenty-four hours played. War on planets in a neighbouring system, the weather on a vacation world, sports scores for a game that seems a cross between lacrosse, hockey, and quidditch. Nothing of use, of course, nothing that could get them off the planet.

The quiet entrance to the living quarters was on one side of the atrium, and the sounds of a bustling marketplace that could not be contained came from a much wider opening on the other. People of all shapes, colours, and species walked through the space along with station officials and technicians using their tablet like screens, dark uniformed security officers chatting as they strolled their patrols.

The station carried on obliviously while the newcomers watched, each with only their credit chip, a place to live, and a basic outfit. Clearly that was all the welcome they were to expect; what happened next would be up to them.

[[Gathering post and opening of Sanctuary RPG. Put in your characters coming out their quarantine]]

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"No idea, cher. You're the one that asked me about dietary concerns, next thing I know, you're crawling down my back like a hell-monkey on acid."

Nick was starting to get some serious Artemis vibes from the woman and if she started mixing idioms, he was going to have a few words with the goddess for fucking with him.

"Hey, you're the one letting me know I might have a problem if you don't have your favorite food here, I'm just slapping you with the dick of reality, but I'm flattered at the hell-monkey on acid comparison. Whatever the fuck a monkey is," she said. It was nice that he wasn't getting all offended or pissed off though, just calmly stating that she was being kind of a bitch.

"Just saying, there's no point in crying about milk spilt between a rock and a hard place. This place is what it is."

Nick rubbed at a spot between his eyes and wished, not for the first time, that he could drink. A good shot of bourbon would be glorious right about now. Instead, it was just him and his sarcasm and the screaming headache blooming behind his eyes.

"A monkey is a small primate, non verbal, but quite dexterous and prone for getting in to trouble, but a hell-monkey would be less the primate and more a demon bent on nothing more than wreaking havoc or ripping out spines. Fun bunch, great at parties."

"Sounds like you're coming on to me with that comparison, fresh meat," she said. Not that she would have minded if he was, he seemed an alright sort. Probably good for at least one fuck at some point.

"We've got things like that though. Can probably pick yourself up one in the lower levels."

"I'm actually pretty happy to not have any contact with hell monkeys as long as I can manage it. A nice, quiet life, that's what I'm after," Nick said, then laughed at his own stupidity. "Not that I expect it, but it's what I'd like."

"Well, I suppose if you're going to be a pussy that makes my life easier," Hawk said. Not that she really wanted the guy to be trouble but it sounded like he wanted his life to be as boring and fucking possible. It sounded miserable to her, but then again it wasn't her life.

"Oh yeah, that's totally me. A complete pussy about life," Nick laughed in response, far from giving a shit what she thought of him. "So we're set then. I won't kill anyone, you won't be allowed to assault my backside, and I'll go about my boring, wuss existence here in peace. That sum it up?"

"It's okay, you're still got your looks," she said, reaching up to pat him on the cheek. He was handsome and had a bad boy vibe but not the dumb-as-shit vibe that usually came with it. Maybe he wasn't entirely blowing smoke up her ass about not looking for trouble.

"So, quarantine says you're safe, you've been acquainted with my sunny personality. Anything else you curious about?"

"As safe as I get, anyway," Nick replied with a casual shrug before looking around the station. "Nothing I can think of off the top of my head. Going to have to get used to working again, so I don't suppose you know anyone hiring?"

"Clinic almost always needs orderlies. If you can fight or at least look like it you can beat the shit out of someone you can probably do security work other places. If you can pour a drink you could probably make decent money bar tending," she said with a shrug. It usually took fresh meat a while to find their footing but they rarely suffered if they wanted to work.

Nick discounted anything that involved fighting or apprehending people that didn't want to be apprehended. Not that he was afraid of it, or thought he couldn't do it; but anything that even came close to tempting the demon inside him was probably best avoided. Bartending, though. He could definitely handle that.

"Perfect. I can toss beer at people with the best of them," he commented, cracking his knuckles for good measure.

"Yeah, well, my advice is to get a job as a bar back first. You've got people here from all kinds of worlds and we probably have drinks and types of alcohol and weird shit you've never heard of," she said. It was that way with a lot of things. Food, clothing, weapons, and more. It was a big shock to people. "That said, you've got a signature drink no one's seen, then you become a big fucking deal."

"I don't suppose there's a lot of call for demon blood, though," Nick said, fully teasing while also knowing that some day, that would make up the some total of his diet. He gave a shudder and tried not to think about it. "Hell, I'll bus tables and wash up, I don't care. I just can't do...nothing. I've been working my whole life and not working at much for the past few years has about turned what's left of my brain to cottage cheese."

"Well at least you've still got your looks and your optimistic outlook," Hawk said. The guy really was taking this better than a lot of people who came through. The ones that cried because they were separated from their family were the worst. She'd rather someone ranting and raving or trying to attack her.

"Yeah, that and five bucks will get me a sandwich," Nick grinned, shrugged, and looked out over the people wandering around like the wounded after a battle.

"Do you need to go spread your sunshine and happiness around to the rest of these poor souls?"

"Don't knock it. You could probably get some decent money turning tricks," she pointed out. Not that she hoped he would have to go down that route but it was an option.

"And I probably should. Otherwise they might start thinking I'm sweet on you. You end up in any trouble though that doesn't come from you doing something dumb as hell, you ask for me at the station, alright?"

"Of course. Far be it from me to keep you from being the one to deny you a chance to play with your favorite toy," Nick promised with a solemn nod.

"Sounds like you've been snooping in my sock drawer," Hawk accused, arching an eyebrow at him before giving him a bit of a grin. "But you're right, I should go spread my sunshine and good cheer to the rest of you lucky bastards."

And the station opens...

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