"A what?" Zoe asks, eyebrows raising before she frowns, and shakes her head. Mutants; that's a new one, and she's been called a lot of things. Maybe she is, after a fashion. She is in V-World, a mutation on the normal avatars, but mutation sounds too biological for it.
Never mind that, she has questions to ask about that Fury guy, asshole or not, but before she can, a hologram appears in the middle of the room, making her start slightly, but then she listens. It starts off crazy, and it doesn't get any better, from, "Hello, and welcome to the space station Proserpina," to, "We thank you, in advance, for your understanding, and we welcome you to Proserpina with open arms."
Quarantine? But at least now she has something to do, and that something has to do with the screen the hologram pointed out. She makes her way over and tries to get it to turn on. "Just my frakking luck," she sighs, frustrated, before she turns back to the guy whose name she still doesn't know, hands on her hips. "So. You're a mutant? What is that?"
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Date: 2012-05-03 08:34 pm (UTC)Never mind that, she has questions to ask about that Fury guy, asshole or not, but before she can, a hologram appears in the middle of the room, making her start slightly, but then she listens. It starts off crazy, and it doesn't get any better, from, "Hello, and welcome to the space station Proserpina," to, "We thank you, in advance, for your understanding, and we welcome you to Proserpina with open arms."
Quarantine? But at least now she has something to do, and that something has to do with the screen the hologram pointed out. She makes her way over and tries to get it to turn on. "Just my frakking luck," she sighs, frustrated, before she turns back to the guy whose name she still doesn't know, hands on her hips. "So. You're a mutant? What is that?"