You head towards the Security Central.
Security Central
Unlike most of the rest of the complex, the security offices are designed for ease of use rather than aesthetics. Wood paneled walls and marble floors are not to be found here. Brushed steel and plate flooring take their place. The acoustics in this room are designed to muffle sound, so despite the metal flooring and the constant coming and going of security personnel, the area does not quite achieve a cacophonous state. A large bank of monitors takes up the bulk of the east wall. On each is displayed video from various security cameras as well as information garnered from customs and immigration. It is from here that security can keep an eye on most everything that happens in the Complex. There are always at least two uniformed guards on duty with nothing to do except watch the monitors. A broad desk is located near the entrance, with an officer present to handle queries.
Three arched doors lead from this area. One to the brig, one to private offices, and the third to the elevator lobby.
Contents:
Tally Board
Obvious exits:
Chief's Office Brig Elevator Lounge
Julie strides up to the desk with a determinedly pleasant smile for the officer there, adding a salute if it's, say, Anya, though she appears perfectly patiently pleasant. (Say that three times fast!)
Anya is indeed there, and returns the salute although she looks amused. Pleasantly she offers. "Hi, is there anything I can help you with?"
Julie grins. cocking her head. "More than likely, ma'am. Seems like the Chief needs to be dragged to his, gasp, physical again..."
Anya looks decidedly amused at that, shaking her head. "You're more than welcome to try, but he's...difficult about such things."
Julie chuckles. "So I surmised the day I arrived." She gestures toward the office. "May I, then?"
Anya taps a couple of keys on her computer, then nods with a gesture to the door. "I've buzzed him, sure, wander on in."
Julie doesn't cackle, but it's a close thing, as she rounds the desk. "Wish me luck!"
You walk towards the Chief Addison's Office.
Chief Addison's Office
This office is something of a haven from the chaos in security central. It only has one viewscreen, although there are controls to direct it to any of the observation lines. A large desk takes up the bulk of the room. It's a battered affair, and shows the signs of great age. It doesn't really fit in with the polished atmosphere of the Complex, but neither does the man it belongs to. Piles of paperwork, scattered datapads, and a lurking terminal take up the majority of the space on the desk, but somehow room has been found for several photocubes and a small plastic penguin. The floor is carpeted in institutional gray carpeting, soft enough to muffle footsteps. The walls have been painted a comforting dusky blue, and are hung with photographs depicting the office with a much more cheerful paint job involving cartoon penguins and neon yellow. Several large electronic maps are hung on the wall, each aglow with various telltales and marker lights. In front of the desk are two newish looking and comfortable chairs and one battered and exceedingly well-loved looking couch. A shelving unit contains stacks of noveldisks and a couple of stuffed penguins.
Contents:
Riley
Obvious exits:
Central
You walk here from the Security Central.
Having been warned, Riley is busily attempting to stuff a stack of catalogs into his drawer. They're...toy catalogs? Surely not. But yes, they would indeed seem to be. He pauses however, trying not to look too silly, as his motor control with that fried arm is still a bit doubtful. "Afternoon, Dr. Foster. Is there anything I can assist you with?"
Julie smiles politely as she approaches the desk, remembering not to salute just in time. "Why, yes, as a matter of fact, Chief, you're the -only- person who could possibly assist me in my current endeavour."
Riley returns the salute, though it's definately a bit shabby, as his right arm is the one fried. "Please, have a seat." He's still trying to surreptitiously slip the catalogs away. "How can I help you?"
Julie drops into a chair, perching on its very edge, and flashes a winning smile. "You can come with me to Medbay for your physical. Either that, or make no protest," she holds up a portable scanner, "As I do it here."
Riley's brows lift in a startled fashion, but he shakes his head quickly. "Um, I'm sorry to dissapoint, but I'm afraid that's not possible." He looks bemused. "See, I've discovered Clara's dark secret, and hence I don't have to endure annuals anymore."
Julie shakes her head, her eyes flicking once toward the catalogs. "Your chart doesn't indicate that, sir. And surely you wouldn't want me to fail in my responsibilities? I'm well aware of your dislike of physicals- I'm not all that crazy about 'em myself, just between you and me," she confides in a near-whisper. "But we've got to tell Fleet -something-."
Riley shakes his head lightly, "Be it on my head, but I'm not going to let y'all poke and prod. I'm fine, and that's that. Clara's not had an annual in ages, if she won't do it, I won't."
Julie's eyebrows rise in some startlement. "She will," the young doctor notes. "If you're correct about that, I'll make sure of that."
"Check her medical record, it's there. And she admitted it to me," Riley points out, shifting to lean back in his chair, the right arm resting on the arm of the chair. "But until she does get one, I can gleefully escape my own." And he does look terribly cheerful about this escape. "Sorry."
Julie smiles politely. "I'm sorry too. I really didn't want to have to go to extreme measures..."
"Extreme measures?" Riley's tone is puzzled, and he lifts his chocolate colored brows. "Dare I ask?"
Julie nods amiably. "Of course you may." From inside her lab coat, she pulls out the recommended weapon- a foam disk gun- and points it regretfully at you, though there's a twinkle in her eyes. "I really must insist."
Riley can't help but crack up at the threatened weapon, "Ack! No! Not...small harmless foam discs!" He rummages, pulling up a gun of his own from somewhere beneath the desk. "I think we are at an impasse Dr. Foster." His eyes twinkle with decided amusement as well.
Julie lets the grin out... and fires, not bothering to duck for cover. "First blood... er, foam... counts!"
Riley returns fire, even as he ducks down behind the desk. "You'll never take me alive doctor!"
Julie giggles, tossing herself sideways out of pure instinct more than anything else. "That's okay! You can't object to a physical un-alive!" She goes to dive around the desk, keeping low.
Riley clambers beneath the desk, slipping back out to the front as you go to the back, still firing. "Wouldn't that be an autopsy then?"
Julie acks loudly as a foam disk bounces off her shoulder. "Um... second foam counts?" She laughs, noting a distict lack of ammo on her part as she fires off her last four disks. "Well," she calls, "I am a /forensic/ expert..."
Riley fires a few more rounds before clambering up to drop back onto the couch. Behind his desk for the record, are all those scattered catalogs of toys, most open to train sets. "Really, you're going to have to get Clara to accede first, or use a tagger gun, one, I swear. I don't mean to be evil, but I don't want to go, and I'm bigger than you are."
Julie is not, it may be noted, what would be referred to as a good shot, by the way. Rising to her feet with a rueful grin, she shakes her head. "Well, considering /she/ needs to have it done, I'd count that as a deal- if I get her to submit, you'll do it too...?" She trails off slightly as she actually notices the catalog pages, and she kneels back down to flip through them with hungry eyes.
"Um, maybe I will...I'll be succeptible to bribery if she does it. Normally I'm bribed into annuals you see. I've gotten used to bribes." Riley comes up short as you effectively dissapear back down behind the desk, "Are you alright?"
Julie's eyebrows rise, though she herself doesn't. "Bribes? And what would thou be-est susceptible to, Chief?" She rocks back, blushing a little as she offers a sheepish grin, and rises with the catalogs in her hands. "Just fine, sir. Just... distracted by my mouth watering over these."
Riley looks rather decidedly sheepish indeed as he realizes what you're looking at. "Uh, yeah, um those. We uh, bought my god-daughter a train set the other day, for her upcoming birthday. Various animals, and...well it was awfully -neat-. So I was, uh, just sort of looking."
Julie chuckles, looking down at the catalogs as she very reluctantly sets them on the desk. "Trains... are a good thing. Neat's an understatement, Chief." She looks up with a grin. "Great Egaj, don't be embarrassed, please. If you're embarrassed for /that/, I'd have to drop dead from the blood rushing to my face."
Riley just looks sheepish, shaking his head. "It's just in this office, I think I'm supposed to be all professional, not spending my breaks drooling over toys."
Julie laughs quietly, glancing around, her eyes lighting on penguins. "I don't think you're really fooling anybody, Chief, but..." After a hesitant pause, she offers, pride tinging her voice, "If you really want to see some good trains, you... and Clara too, of course, if she'd like to come... should check out my collection sometime. It hasn't won any awards, but..." But, she hasn't bothered entering them in any competitions either.
Riley can't help but look hopeful at that, "Ooh, you wouldn't mind? I'd love to come over to see them sometime. As would Clara I'm sure, so she can roll her eyes at me drooling at the toys."
Julie blinks in faint surprise. "Of course, you're welcome to stop by anytime." A shy smile appears as she admits, "I really do enjoy showing 'em off." A giggle escapes. "I suspect she'd be drooling right along with you, much as she enjoys toys."
Riley nods amiably, half-grinning. "Sure, some time things are less chaotic then." He climbs to his feet to begin rummaging in a file drawer for various forms.
Julie nods with a crooked grin, stepping around the desk to approach the door- she knows a dismissal when she hears one. "Would that count as an acceptable bribe then?"
Julie is, yes, occasionally single-minded. ;)
Riley snags the forms, then going to drop back into his chair. "It might, it might, depends on when Clara gets hers, if she does. If not, sorry, no bribes."
Julie snickers. "Payment in advance then, perhaps, depending on your schedule. Oh, I'll get her, never you fear. She can hardly turn down one of her own staff." Naive? Perhaps.
Niko walks here from the Security Central.
Niko has arrived.
Riley rummages through the forms he's pulled, sectioning some aside from the others. "Good luck to you, you'll need it to get her convinced." Grinning he uses the good hand to offer said tugged forms to Niko.
Niko ends up in just the right place to receive said forms. Nifty how that works out, isn't it. "Afternoon, boss, Doctor Foster."
Julie gives Niko an amiable, if surprised, nod as he arrives. "Hello there. I don't suppose you're late for your physical too?" She sounds like she's kidding, but she's tapping away at that scanner as she says this. "Thank you, Chief. I have the sudden odd feeling I'll need it."
Riley clambers to his feet, offering a wave, "I've got to get downstairs, later folks."
Niko ruffles through the papers, apparently counting them. "My annual? Months away. Twenty-nine.." There are more mumbled numbers, and then he pauses to nod amiably to Riley. "Have fun, all that good stuff. And Butch says hello, and thanks."
Riley walks towards the Security Central.
Riley has left.
Julie nods after Riley, retreating toward the door herself. "I'll see you then, Commander?" She pauses merely to retrieve her foam ammunition, tucking it away as well as the toy gun that shot them.
Niko apparently finishes counting and nods, tucking the stack under one arm. "Hm? What? Oh, the annual? Maybe, I don't know."
Julie nods, smiling slightly. "With luck, then. I don't want to have to drag you in as well. But as I recall from your chart, that's rarely as necessary with you."
"Yet," Niko says, with an amused glint in his dark eyes. "Who knows, maybe I'll end up taking after my brother after all." He's teasing. Right? Maybe. In any event, he looks entertained. "Were you heading back to medbay? I can walk back with you. Got to run these forms down to Customs before Butch spawns farm animals to add to the ones who're already there."
Julie nods, eyebrows rising in a mix of curiosity and amusement. "That'd be one way to supply the cooks though..." She grins, heading for the door. "Yes, I'm headed back there for another few hours at least. Your company on the journey'd be welcome."
You walk towards the Security Central.
Niko walks here from the Chief Addison's Office.
You head towards the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Second Floor Elevator Lounge
Despite being one of the major hubs of activity in the Complex, few people linger here. While there are usually people present, usually they are on their way to someplace else. The lobby is nice enough, with broad tapestries hung on richly paneled walls, and floors of veined black marble; but it is simply too busy for most people to stop and chat in. The occasional tasteful potted plant lurks in the corners, and large mirrors are hung near the elevators for passing lobbyists to check their appearances before descending to the main level. Corridors lead to the northeast and southwest.
Obvious exits:
Stairs Elevator General Housing Library Security Maintenance Medical
Niko arrives from the Security Central.
Niko apparently snagged his rollerskates from Security, as, lo and behold, here they are. He's got the helmet, too, so he's not totally lacking in intelligence. That, or he's just hit his head often enough to lose the novelty. "There y'go," he says cheerfully, as the entrance to medbay is reached. "Hope you enjoy the rest of your day."
Julie pauses outside Medbay, an eyebrow quirking. "Are you truly as polite as I hear, or should I be looking out for a Security escort when I travel a few feet down the hall...?" The other eyebrow rises. "You too, thank you," she responds automatically, slight disbelief in her voice. "And please... don't break yourself, eh?"
Niko looks and sounds just a bit puzzled. "Security escort? Not here, that's not necessary at all. I just figured, since it's on the way to the stairs and all, I might as well walk with you. The rumors of my politeness," he adds, with a roguish grin, "Are either greatly exaggerated or dead-on, depending on who told you. And I'll do my best not to break myself. That's generally a goal."
Julie snickers quietly. "Dead-on, I'd say. It's rather refreshing, though." Nope, she doesn't reveal her sources. "Well, I can hardly ask for more than that." Though she'd love to- like a Surgeon General's warning on each box of skates.
Niko walks towards the Spiraling Stairway.
Julie peers after the SecOff, shaking her head with a quirked smile. "/Men/." With that she turns back into medbay.
