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Location: Marcus's Room/Hallway
Time: Morning
Characters: Marcus Cole, anyone welcome.
Rating: G, so far...
Marcus slowly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling, a bit disoriented, before sitting up sharply and looking warily around himself. This was definitely not Medlab. Or anywhere else on the station, or anywhere he'd ever been, for that matter. He frowned, in a state of heightened readiness. He had no idea where he was or how he'd ended up there. If he wasn't dead, something had gone terribly wrong. And if he were dead... Well, then, not only was there an afterlife, it wasn't any sort of afterlife he'd ever heard of.
He carefully stood up, taking stock of his surroundings. It was very... white. Nondescript. Almost depressing, really. Not that he hadn't spent time in more depressing places. He reached to his belt to find his denn'bok, the fighting pike he never went anywhere without, missing. All right, then. I'm either dead, which is good... I think.. Maybe. Or I've been taken captive. Only one way to find out which.
He walked carefully to the door and turned the handle. When it opened easily, he blinked. If I'm a prisoner, I don't think the door would be locked. Still... He peered out into the hallway, looking around for any other signs of life.
Time: Morning
Characters: Marcus Cole, anyone welcome.
Rating: G, so far...
Marcus slowly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling, a bit disoriented, before sitting up sharply and looking warily around himself. This was definitely not Medlab. Or anywhere else on the station, or anywhere he'd ever been, for that matter. He frowned, in a state of heightened readiness. He had no idea where he was or how he'd ended up there. If he wasn't dead, something had gone terribly wrong. And if he were dead... Well, then, not only was there an afterlife, it wasn't any sort of afterlife he'd ever heard of.
He carefully stood up, taking stock of his surroundings. It was very... white. Nondescript. Almost depressing, really. Not that he hadn't spent time in more depressing places. He reached to his belt to find his denn'bok, the fighting pike he never went anywhere without, missing. All right, then. I'm either dead, which is good... I think.. Maybe. Or I've been taken captive. Only one way to find out which.
He walked carefully to the door and turned the handle. When it opened easily, he blinked. If I'm a prisoner, I don't think the door would be locked. Still... He peered out into the hallway, looking around for any other signs of life.