welcome to starfield

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[Each inmate wakes up in a cell, with no memory of arriving there or of putting on the full body orange jumpsuit. There is a moderately chunky tablet wired into one of their arms, with dials on the side to flick through the different menus, including a limited note-taking function and a map

None of them are alone in their cells, either.

Whether they choose to leave their cell and explore or just stay and get to know their new roommate, it becomes clear that this place isn't anything like any of them have ever seen. For some, it's devoid of anything even remotely familiar. The door labeled Counselor's office is locked. The Counselor's office and the kitchen and mess hall all have placards stating hours when they're closed - or in the former's case, when "private office hours" will be held.

However they while away the next couple of hours, it seems like they're mostly alone on the ship. For a while, anyway.]

Comments

[acerolaorion]

I'm no child, to set the record straight. Certain circumstances have necessitated moving around in this form, but I've lived for longer than most humans could ever dream of.

And it's not a matter of laziness. I simply can't be bothered to concern myself with such a matter at the moment. There are far more important issues...

[canted]

So, what? You're three hundred years old and you can't be bothered to figure out a simple device because it's beneath you? [He huffs, something between annoyed and a laugh.] I'm super inclined to help you now.

[acerolaorion]

Five hundred, and yes, that's exactly it! It seems you pick up on things quickly enough after all! Ka ka!