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[The feed comes on to show a sight you should all be familiar with: it’s the desk in the new arrivals area where you get all your guide! Today, you see a teenage blond girl in green spandex and mask glaring angrily at the alien handing her the guide.]
What the--why are you giving me this? I don't need a book! I need a way out of here!
It's standard procedure miss. This "book" is a highly advanced traveler's guide and communications device. The only way out is via airlock, and unless you can breathe in space, I don't recommend it.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Isn't there another ship we can board or something that we can use?
The ships in the hangar are private property, except for the shuttles which will only take you down to the planet. Before you get any idiotic notions of trying to find your destroyed world, do you even know which sector of space you're in?
No! I don't know what this place is. Heck, I've never even been in space [until now, anyway]. How do you expect me to know what sector I'm in?
Then you're wasting both my time and yours. My nine hearts bleed for you refugees, but I have a long line that you're holding up. So if that's all...
[At this point, a bit of commotion can be heard off feed, as the unthinkable is happening: someone is cutting in line! A rather large looking teenage boy in blue jeans and a black Superman T-shirt stomps his way into the feed and comes up beside the girl. He reaches across the desk and effortlessly lifts the alien up off his feet by the collar of his shirt.]
My friend asked you how to get back to Earth. Start talking.
[Oh, hey, Superboy she didn't know you were here, but she's going to give the world's cockiest grin right now.]
So, am I still wasting your time or do you feel the need to talk now?
(ooc: Yeah, so this was basically plotted with Superboy's mun, so, Artemis is talking in green and Superboy's in red. Also, it's open to action for anyone else who is a new arrival)
What the--why are you giving me this? I don't need a book! I need a way out of here!
It's standard procedure miss. This "book" is a highly advanced traveler's guide and communications device. The only way out is via airlock, and unless you can breathe in space, I don't recommend it.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Isn't there another ship we can board or something that we can use?
The ships in the hangar are private property, except for the shuttles which will only take you down to the planet. Before you get any idiotic notions of trying to find your destroyed world, do you even know which sector of space you're in?
No! I don't know what this place is. Heck, I've never even been in space [until now, anyway]. How do you expect me to know what sector I'm in?
Then you're wasting both my time and yours. My nine hearts bleed for you refugees, but I have a long line that you're holding up. So if that's all...
[At this point, a bit of commotion can be heard off feed, as the unthinkable is happening: someone is cutting in line! A rather large looking teenage boy in blue jeans and a black Superman T-shirt stomps his way into the feed and comes up beside the girl. He reaches across the desk and effortlessly lifts the alien up off his feet by the collar of his shirt.]
My friend asked you how to get back to Earth. Start talking.
[Oh, hey, Superboy she didn't know you were here, but she's going to give the world's cockiest grin right now.]
So, am I still wasting your time or do you feel the need to talk now?
(ooc: Yeah, so this was basically plotted with Superboy's mun, so, Artemis is talking in green and Superboy's in red. Also, it's open to action for anyone else who is a new arrival)