welcome to starfield

[airlockedmods]

[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]

...Well, now moreso than using it, I can't say I'm not curious about that shock it gave me...it was rather potent. For both of us.

What on earth is it?

[goldrighthand]

Don't try to remove it. [He got one earlier. Maybe if you removed the arm you could avoid that, but he's ignoring it for now. He considers, briefly, refusing to answer on the basis of their place not being settled; it seems too childish for him. Someone has to be the adult here, but still...]

Have you worked with it at all?

[acerolaorion]

I had intended on trying to sever it below the elbow, once I regained one of my limbs from my thrall. But those vampire hunters...it seems unlikely that I'll be able to find them here.

[ Or find her servant, for that matter. He doesn't seem to be here, either. ]

If nothing else, I've managed to get the display on. But there are far too many dials for my taste.

[goldrighthand]

You have...additional limbs.

[...

moving on.]

If you can't be bothered to use those, then how do you expect to understand it?