1.5 - The Wyr River: Hunger strikes....

Khoren, slightly alarmed by the beeping of the machines, is distracted nonetheless by the odors and sensation of the food.

Paul needs an extinguisher.

Must be fixed.

Ooc: so what happens? I assume Kai isn't active.

Jim is up north right now.. Dunno when he'll gets back in town.

Yes, Sorry... Real Life...work has had me swamped, putting together a kickstarter and then a quick trip to visit family in the Windy (and cold) city. But, I am back now.

Perception Check Results: Everyone with the exception of Tara (who is oblivious) and Yui (who did not roll) will see this.

As you are sitting at the tables and enjoying your meals, you see the eastern door shimmer. It appears to open, yet remains closed, and through the door walk in several people, men and women dressed in white uniforms with a yellow or red strip down the right sleeve and side. All seem seem to be talking to each other, though no sound can be heard.

Some make their way to the food dispensers along the way and a few pick up a pitcher of dark liquid and pour it into the cups in their hands. Three others turn and walk to the south door and disappear into the hall.

As the ones that remain move around the room and take their places, a chatting couple move to the place that Utazó is at and a few others move to Darazen's table. One of the people sits down in the same chair as Utazó (who shivers, but does not move). You see both, sitting in the same place and the man is talking to the woman sitting now beside him.

A man and woman sits down next to Darazen and continues their conservation. After a few moments, another approaches and sits down in the seat Darazen is occupying. You see the figure pass right through, into and around him. Darazen takes on a glow about him. As Darazen feels a chill, his mouth opens, maybe to ask a question of someone and a soft, wispy sound comes out.

"The computer model shows the worst of the storm is over. Good thing too, the laser emitters were starting to cook. Too many meteors in that last storm for the defensive guns and shield to handle. I spent the last hour routing and rerouting coolant to the system. I heard reports from the geodomes that they took a direct hit. Have not heard how bad yet, but it could not have been that bad or our crews would have been ordered in to assist. All I can say is that the commander had better take head and get those upgrades in soon. If we have another storm like....

The room takes an eerie glow as the light panels take on a red tint. They seem to be pulsing. Panels near the windows and doors have lit up with the words "Red Alert" flashing on each. The room is quiet, though, only the hum of the machinery. The person sitting in Darazen looks around and the wisp of a voice exclaims "Damn, no rest for the wicked... let's go."

She and her colleagues stand up and run to the door. Again, it shimmers and opens silently and they disappear into the hall. From the other door, the three figures come sprinting through and follow their colleagues. As they leave, the eerie red fades and everything appears to be back to normal.