Mimi looked worriedly at the Neko 'Spacer, obviously upset that she would feel the need to be alone, especially at an important time like this.
"Please, Miss Tweak, I must implore you to join the rest of your peers. Wandering the station without purpose while on duty is against the regulations Administrator Montreal has laid down...and as your Savtech, it is my job to look after you. Why do you feel the need to be alone? Do you have a condition that was not noted in your profile?" The Savtech queried with concerned interest, keeping up her virtual walk to stay in step with Tweak.
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Kess returned Dreams cheerful recognition with a slight slumping motion, crossing her arms and staring distantly behind her to the doorway, avoiding making eye contact with Dream or anyone else.
"Right. Please follow me."
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Mimi looked at Lorcan's hand in slight concern, still trying her best to maintain a pleasant expression. She led the hulking Nepleslian to a small room a few hallways back the way he'd come, which appeared the be a sort of break room.
Tucked away in one corner were a few sets of tables and chairs, while on the opposing side of the room held a countertop and set of cabinets, labeled with red crosses...a medical supply cabinet, no doubt. In the center of the room against the back wall, the first thing anyone entering these numerous Medical/Staff Break Rooms would see, sat two large vending machines: a
BioNutri-Snack snack machine, and a
Cassefin Reservoir beverage dispenser, both of them an immediate oddity to any new personnel, seeing as these machines had never seen the light of day before the Cirrus had been constructed. In between both of these machines was a large clear tube and accompanying keypad...another access point to the Pneumatic Delivery System.
After Mimi directed Lorcan to the use and application of the quick-acting medicinal bonding gel, she led him to were the rest of the newly-appointed Squad #35 members had gathered...
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The new CSS members, led by Kess, entered through the bulkhead doorway into a larger, more open area, a stark difference from the claustrophobic corridors they had been traveling since they first docked. The area was much, much busier and louder than the rest of the station, but not because of heavy machinery or busy, bustling crowds...instead, it was filled with people. People from every corner of the galaxy who was participating in the Cirrus effort, talking, laughing, and relaxing.
The enormous room spanned two floors, from initial appearances; from their position on the bottom floor, the upper deck of the area consisted of a number of doorways ringing the inside of the area. A large walkway, open to the room and balconied off by elaborate, wood-carved handrails, circled the areas beneath each upper room, and access to this second floor was given through a few sets of spiral staircases located around the area.
The bottom floor was much more interesting, however. The same ring of doorways, most of the closed, circled the inner walls of the room. However, in the center of the entire complex, sat a large circular hardwood floor. This area, surrounded by an occasional upraised block of potted shrubbery, contained the most concentrated area of people. Some of them were enjoying a little game of half-court basketball, while others were sitting on a rather comfortable-looking sofa, taking in some television from the enormous screen in front of them. Still others were talking amongst themselves on the provided seats and chairs, partaking of a few drinks from the nearby Cassefin Reservoir machine on the wall.
Before Squad #35's very eyes, a few of the personnel on the hardwood floor began to make a circle around an area of the hardwood tiling and, in a moment, the floor began to mix and move, raising itself up slowly as patterns and crevices emerged from the swarming mess. Quickly, the mound of hardwood flooring formed what appeared to be a Ping-Pong table, complete with paddles and three excellently-formed balls. The circular area was not just any rest area, but a massive formation of nanomachines, programmed exclusively for recreation...and recreation they were, as the handful of people around the table began jockeying for the paddles, grins abroad their faces.
