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

[helladoptera]

Rrrrright. Do... [ She is MASTERING the ability to keep a straight face here. ] you have fangs? Does your face do the Buffy thing?

[acerolaorion]

I do have fangs, yes. And while I'm not sure what you mean by "the Buffy thing", we do have shapeshifting capabilities, as well. If you were to describe it to me, under normal conditions, I'm certain I could assume that form.

[helladoptera]

Uh... don't worry about it. But cool, I've never even met a young vampire before! Not that I knew, anyway, but I guess Washington would be a good place for them with the cloud cover and all.