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sanctuaryrpg2016-05-13 09:22 pm
sanctuaryrpgmods) wrote in sanctuaryrpg2016-05-13 09:22 pm
Entry tags:
- ! gathering post,
- carson phillips,
- eric bittle,
- eric preston,
- erik lehnsherr,
- finn murphy,
- guinevere stringfellow hawk,
- ianto jones,
- jack harkness,
- james potter,
- kate stewart,
- lee fallon,
- maggie donnelly,
- marie,
- molly carpenter,
- nick gautier,
- porthos du vallon,
- remus lupin,
- river tam,
- rose hathaway,
- sabine manon liu,
- scott summers,
- sebastian vael,
- thea queen,
- tiny tina,
- will graham
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]]
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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"I hope not as well," she agreed, smiling at Ianto. "So far, it seems promising. A little confusing perhaps, but promising."
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"Confusing is right," Ianto agreed, but he couldn't help thinking he and Kate had an advantage over some of the others, both of them having dealt with the idea of aliens before coming here, both having been to other dimensions before this one.
"It doesn't seem dangerous so far at least," he commented, thinking again about his firearm in the drawer of his desk way back in Cardiff. He'd never been amazing with it, but having it in hand now would make him feel a lot safer.
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"I suppose that depends on what you mean," Ianto replied, offering a smile. "I've one friend here, from the city I was in before, Monsieur Porthos du Vallon," he began his answer. "And one colleague from home as well, Captain Jack Harkness, with whom I'm sure you're acquainted, at least by name," he went on. "But I don't have anyone here with me in any real capacity."
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"Six?" Ianto repeated, his eyebrows going up. Just the idea of being in close proximity to The Doctor was astonishing to him, but six versions at once seemed completely impossible.
Not only that, but Ianto was sure he'd read somewhere that time travelers needed to be careful to not cross their own timestreams, lest the time energy become unstable. "Would that not cause some kind of paradox or something? That many timelines overlapping?"
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