[MINGLE] PLOT: Down the Tubes: Alarm

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: The bunker & elsewhere
WHEN: 1 September 2018
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn on threads
NOTES: Plot Details | Bunker Details | Bunker Map & Key
Threads may take place ANYTIME during the plot, including before, during and after the tubes have been opened, just please do not godmod tube arrivals without explicit permission. Related threads not in the bunker are welcomed, as are general bunker exploration/reaction threads that have nothing to do with the arrivals. Please reference the bunker key doc for what is and isn't available to explore at present.

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Deep under the mountain, tucked away in the newly-discovered bunker complex, there is a room where everyone begins. It is filled with equipment — Computer consoles, monitors — but the point of it all resides within ten vertical stasis tubes lined neatly along a far wall.

One of them has been cracked and lies dormant, dry. In six of the remaining are bodies, unconscious and floating in their familiar vari-colored scrubs, vital signs ticking calmly off on their respective readouts.

In the corner, near the cracked tube, the ceiling has shattered and tumbled inward, across the floor and over the largest console in the room — The one flashing 24 HOURS UNTIL STASIS FAILURE.

Comments

[morethanasidekick]

“Honey - I’m 23. I enjoy anything that doesn’t make me look like I skipped puberty.” And unfortunately for Kenzi, she’s not exactly built like somebody who happens to be 23 years old. She could still pass herself off as a high school student. Hell… she was pretty sure she could still pass herself off as a prepubescent boy.

“Storeroom?” Okay, now Steph has Kenzi’s full attention. “Explain this storeroom to me. Mostly a bunch of dusty old crap or potential goldmine?”

Her own black and white appearance - scrubs aside - was misleading. While she certainly favored heavy black in her wardrobe, she rarely went a day without adding some obnoxiously bright color to her attire. It was the only thing that kept her Russian heritage ass from looking full-on goth.

[spoileralert]

"What, really?" Steph assumed Kenzi was closer to her age. She can definitely pass for a high school student.

"It has potential, but it really depends what you're looking for." Not much that appeals to Steph in the way of weapons or clothes, but she's pretty practical. Shorts don't make a lot of sense when you're wandering through the woods on a daily basis.

"And it has a lot of black. It's obnoxious how much of the clothing in there is black."

[morethanasidekick]

“Shocking. I know.” She at least accepts the fact that she looks like a teenager. “I’m banking on the fact that when I’m in my fifties? I’ll be able to pass for 30.”

Kenzi looks thoughtful, right up until Steph emphasizes the high quantity of black and then she lights up like a Billboard in Time Square. The red scrub look may not say much but back home? At least two thirds of her wardrobe consisted of black.

“Change of plans, Chica. Take me to your Storeroom. Stat.” Stat… because scrubs. Get it? Okay nevermind.

[spoileralert]

"Yes doctor, right away doctor," Steph retorts in a mockingly light 'nurse' voice. They're headed into town anyway, so it's just a matter of going further in the same direction.

"If you prefer black, I'll trade you. That's the color my scrubs are, when I wear them. And those are easy to tailor." She could even add some fabric to make the smaller shirt fit better. A bit of black to the sides wouldn't look bad at all.

[morethanasidekick]

“Honey - if I can find anything to wear that isn’t these things, you can have mine. Shonda Rhimes lied. Nobody looks good in scrubs.” Not even Kenzi, as tiny as she is.

(Steve Rogers - Steve Rogers she would later say, disproves that theory but Steve Rogers isn’t allowed to count.)

“So what’s the deal with this place? What do people do around here for fun?” As if she’s not just woken up in a bunker and isn’t supposedly in the middle of adjusting to an existential crisis. “And I mean real fun not like… sometimes people make pie.”

[spoileralert]

She chuckles.

"Good, because I am so beyond caring how I look. I just need more color in my life."

The question takes consideration and a thoughtful hum. She herself doesn't really do much for fun at all. She works out, and does some gymnastics...

"I dunno. Swim, I guess?"

[morethanasidekick]

"Swim?!" Her nose wrinkling. The fact that she's still dripping wet, probably doesn't help any. "I'm sorry, when I said fun I was thinking more like... actual fun not exercise made to look like fun."

She's Canadian. Where she lives, there isn't a whole lot of water to be found and if there were? It would be freezing most of the time.

"You people have clearly mastered the art of the homebrew but there has to be something people do to blow off steam???"

[spoileralert]

She shrugs a little defensively. It's not like her to be so boring, she knows.

"I haven't had a whole lot of steam to blow off these days."