Voice

[outer_npcs]

[It's not yet sunset when the fog starts seeping down from the north. The first few fingers have only just started infiltrating the Old City's streets when the communicators broadcast a message from someone not often heard on the network.

Nem sounds a little awkward, a little stilted - he's unfamiliar with this technology, and not a particular fan of public speaking besides.]

I, ah. Don't know what weather patterns you're used to at home, so this might sound strange, if you haven't been here long.

[There's a pause.]

Get inside. If you're already inside, stay there. Ah, unless your windows were damaged in the storm. In which case, come to the commons. We'll have food and drink. Not alcohol, just-

Bring clothing and anything else you need. You might have to stay a day or two. Just until the fog dissipates. It's a remnant of the war - it will make you ill if you're out in it for more than a few minutes. It's best not to risk it.

[Video, Monday Evening, Week 14] CMO's Log: Entry One

[damn_it_jim]

[It's shortly after Nem's message goes out that a new face appears on the network. Bones had awoken from his pod a couple hours previously, but had spent the time finding his pants and prowling around with a suspicious glower, trying to get his bearings and trying to place just what the hell sort of alien storage facility he's found himself shunted to.]

I don't know where the hell I am, or who the hell you people are, but if you need shelter or you need medical help, then I'm inside some sort of stasis facility and the walls here look good and thick.

The name's McCoy. Dr. Leonard McCoy.