Nearby, you overhear a lanky guy in a neon-stripped orange maintenance uniform mutter to himself.
"What a crock of shit... How are we supposed to maintain quota with half the units offline?"
He seems to be poring over some sort of unfurled document, schematic, or map while sitting by himself in what appears to be a mess hall. His table is covered in assorted papers of the square and rolled-up variety. It has are 4 chairs, 3 of which are empty.
There's an off-brand vending machine in the corner. The overhead lights whine and occasionally flicker.
Players, feel free to insert your character into this scene, or walk by looking for something or someone else entirely, and I'll provide the details. (aka make them up on the spot, based on the general we're-on-some-sort-of-offworld-mining-colony-or-some-shit concept). You can post like 5 words or a few lines. Something as simple as "I walk up to the technician and punch him in the face", or "ask him who's in charge here" or "where can I get some equipment". I'll start:
JOHN BRAND (sheet to come) stands in the hallway outside of the mess hall and blinks. Where the fuck am I? What am I even doing here?
Overhearing what appears to be a surveyor or maintenance tech complaining nearby, he walks over and asks, "Hey, Technician, where are we? I can't remember shit."
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DM REPLY:
The Tech looks up from his paperwork and sighs. "Just woke up from cryosleep, eh? Good, we need the extra hands around here. Alright, so here's the deal. Turn around, walk down the main hall til you see a sign that says "Site Admin", and someone there will brief you on your tasks, housing, and so forth. If you see any other confused fellows, bring them with you. I've gotta deal with this paperwork in the meantime. Best of luck."
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JOHN BRAND nods, says thanks, and begins to turn around. Pausing for a moment, he asks if the Tech would escort him to the Admin room. <ACTION: PERSUASION>
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DM REPLY:
ROLL FOR ACTION: 2 (fail - medium)
The Technician shrugs and says, "Look man, there's a bunch of you and one of me, plus my boss is on my ass to get this equipment back online. We're running at half capacity and at this rate we're getting fined, or worse, for being under quota. Do you want corporate breathing down our necks? I sure as hell don't want to end up back on ice to wake up on some other godforsaken mining colony I've never heard of. So, unless you know something about surveyor equipment, go bother Site Admin personnel. We're understaffed as shit right now. Hence, y'all icecubes waking up."
With that, Technician McCannae looks back at his paperwork and ignores you.
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JOHN BRAND nods then leaves the mess hall and looks for the SITE ADMIN office. <ACTION>
(I did this to provide a basic idea.)