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001: [holo] Please stand away from the platform edge
Alexis glanced at her phone as she hurried down the stairs to the subway station. “I'm going to be so late,” she fretted, dodging around an older man with an oversized briefcase as she dialed a number on the phone. She swiped her subway pass and scooted through the turnstile as the phone rang, and rang, until it clicked to voicemail. “Oh hey, Justin! I just wanted to call to let you know that I'm running a little late for our violin lesson toda--”
The rest of her message died in her throat as, between one step and the next, the familiar confines of the New York subway system became something completely different, a seamless expanse of sterile, featureless steel.
Alexis gaped, mouth still slightly open. “Hello?” she finally asked. “My name is Alexis Castle. Can anybody tell me where I am? Or how I got here?”
Her own words echoed back at her, and Alexis chewed her bottom lip as she fumbled with her phone, hitting her dad's number on speed dial without any conscious thought. She didn't wait for him to pick up; if she had, she would have realized the phone wasn't ringing, but finding herself in a strange room when she had two seconds before been in the crowded subway station made Alexis less than rational. “Dad? Are you there? I need you to come get me, I think I'm in trouble,” she said, trying her best to sound calm, though it was hard to hide the edge of hysteria, the rising panic in her voice. “I was on my way home, in the subway station, but now I'm not, I'm in a little round room and there isn't anything here--” A pause, as she notices for the first time a podium with a device resting on it. Her voice quavers as she continues, “Except a podium, and I'm getting scared, Dad. Can you come get me?”
The rest of her message died in her throat as, between one step and the next, the familiar confines of the New York subway system became something completely different, a seamless expanse of sterile, featureless steel.
Alexis gaped, mouth still slightly open. “Hello?” she finally asked. “My name is Alexis Castle. Can anybody tell me where I am? Or how I got here?”
Her own words echoed back at her, and Alexis chewed her bottom lip as she fumbled with her phone, hitting her dad's number on speed dial without any conscious thought. She didn't wait for him to pick up; if she had, she would have realized the phone wasn't ringing, but finding herself in a strange room when she had two seconds before been in the crowded subway station made Alexis less than rational. “Dad? Are you there? I need you to come get me, I think I'm in trouble,” she said, trying her best to sound calm, though it was hard to hide the edge of hysteria, the rising panic in her voice. “I was on my way home, in the subway station, but now I'm not, I'm in a little round room and there isn't anything here--” A pause, as she notices for the first time a podium with a device resting on it. Her voice quavers as she continues, “Except a podium, and I'm getting scared, Dad. Can you come get me?”
[ visual ]
But the woman who asked the question couldn't have been that much older than herself, and that helped a little. She was less intimidating than the adults. "No, not yet," she answered, sounding a little sheepish. She really should have, by now, shouldn't she? Alexis held up the phone that had come with her into this place, now no longer able to dial out but still seeming to work. "I just keep hoping my phone would work and I could call Dad."
[ visual ]
"Not so easy to get transmissions of any kind outta here, unfortunately." She would know, after spending so much time trying to rig the radio to broadcast further. Either they were farther out than she could imagine, or the hamsters had something blocking those transmissions. Gorram aliens. "If you like, though, I could at least come sit with ya for a bit 'til you figure out what you wanna do? That room ain't exactly friendly."
[ visual ]
[ visual ]
"On my way, then." Kaylee put her tablet down on the table while she gathered up her tool bag, giving Alexis a nice shot of the shop's high ceiling and the ship parts hanging from it, then grabbed it again as she headed for the door.
"Alexis? Pretty name. 'M Kaylee."
[ visual ]
"Thanks. Dad picked it out," she answered. Her stomach flipped a little at the thought of her dad, and Alexis picked up her phone again, paging through it, hoping it would work even though she was pretty sure it wouldn't. "It's nice to meet you, Kaylee."
[ visual ]
"Nice to meet you, too," Kaylee replied, beginning the short walk to the Sanctuary. "Now, I ain't exactly positive on the whereabouts of that room, but if you'd rather stay in there for the moment I can let you know as soon as I'm in the building. If you're alright with movin', though, you'll find some stairs at the end of the hallway that you can take right on down to the lobby. Cozy chairs there, too."
[ visual ]
[location: Sanctuary Lobby]
Alexis made three circuits of the room before she finally left, making sure she'd taken everything with her, which wasn't much just her backpack and cell phone. The tablet clutched in her hand, Alexis took a deep breath and headed out of the room and down the stairs.
She hoped Kaylee would be there soon.
[ location: the sanctuary ]
Alexis was hard to miss, with that strawberry hair of hers (good color, that). Kaylee greeted her with a warm smile and a wave as she entered the building. "Made it down, I see. Good start."
[ location: the sanctuary ]
[ location: the sanctuary ]
[ location: the sanctuary ]
[ location: the sanctuary ]
[ location: the sanctuary ]