Kara (kpc897504c) wrote in payline, @ 2014-01-12 19:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, kara (canon) |
Who: Kara and OTA
When: During and immediately after this
Where: The Vegas Sign
Rating: low
Warnings: should be none.
Summary: Kara arrives and is very confused.
Status: Open/Incomplete
Kara blinked. Then she blinked again. She’d been in darkness for so long that she had long since stopped blinking all together. The light quality had been the same behind closed lids as it was with them open, and so she had deemed a waste of energy. Now though...now there was much to see. The immediate presence of light, so unexpected, nearly caused her eyes to short circuit. The darkness became redness that slowly faded into white before finally taking shape as her eyes adjusted to the light and began to process the information they were receiving. Desert. Las Vegas. Circa 2014 unless she was very much mistaken. That seemed odd. Perhaps it was some form of theme park that had been recently constructed to give a “vintage” experience? Somewhere close at hand a recording began to play, seeming to confirm this assumption. She dutifully recorded the message for her own memory banks and replayed it twice to make sure she understood. Only, she didn’t understand. The message was flawed, and told her nothing which she needed to know. It did not tell her who she should look for, who her owner was. Was she purchased by the hotel itself? Was she meant to work for them? If is so, in what department? Who should she ask for? It was imperative that she follow all standard protocols. The last thing she wanted was to go back into storage, or worse, back to the manufacturer to be decommissioned because of her faulty programing. There was wireless internet here. Her systems were registering it’s signal, though it seemed excessively limited to her. Still, it was better than nothing. She didn’t reach down for the phone on the small table. She didn’t need it. Instead, she logged onto the server with her own systems. She had been right in her initial assessment. The network was extremely limited. There was, however, a way to communicate with others. Without blinking, letting her eyes take in as much information from her surroundings as possible, she stood stock still there in the desert wind, in the standard issue undergarments that she had been dressed in, as she sought answers from the other people here. Answers that, the longer she stood there, seemed to make less and less sense. |