Back to the Fans
Wow, it feels like you’ve been asleep for a year! The alarm blares in the hotel rooms letting the inhabitants know that it’s time to start the day. You gather your belongings and meander around the halls, following the smell of coffee to the lobby where they have complementary breakfast waiting.
A few of you go straight for the coffee, your heads pounding from drinking Ramirez under the table last night. He’s still not up, but you do see other D.U.N.K. troops stationed at the exits.
Your attempts at greeting the troopers is met with tired yawns and foggy goggles. Kenny wastes no time in forcing his restaurant menus into their faces though. You make note that there's roughly thirty of them, and seem to be divided up in groups of five.
You haven’t heard anything from that little devil in a while. According to your handy phone it seems the AI is still in control of the other units, so P.O.N.E. nano is the active one. You have trouble contacting her, maybe there’d be less interference inside of the facility.
A soft voice cuts through the jumble of fans and reporters, your attention draws towards a finely dressed female (no hooves).
“Good morning everyone. My name is Syn, and as the head of HR I’d like to say we at GenePatch are thrilled to have you all here. Now, before we get going to the main facility there’s a little bit of paperwork we’d like you to fill out.”
After what feels like an eternity everyone fills out their forms. Congratulations! GenePatch is now officially not responsible for any injuries or death in relation to them or their products! Syn has a group of white coats dump the paperwork into several large boxes, turning her attention back to the mingled group.
“Now is when we’ll have to separate. Anyone with a media pass please wait for the next bus for the assembly with Doctor Anderson. As for the fans, you’re coming with me.”
(Since some of you stole some media passes, we’ll follow the ‘Fan’ group first.)