[ He nods, smiling, and the relief he feels is genuine (though a part of him feels guilty for it). ] You're right. You're always right.
[ He really doesn't think he could do this alone, anyway, but he's worried for Maya, doesn't want to push her into something before she's well and ready. Though, honestly, who would ever be well and ready for something like this? Out of the frying pan, into the fire, basically.
Too late to think much more about it, though, as they're admitted into the small office. It's clean and well-lit, and behind the counter a friendly-looking woman with blue skin asks for their papers. Zoey Pentecost, being the less scatterbrained of the two of them, was given the responsibility of holding onto them. Once they're handed over and reviewed, the woman tells them which quarters they've been assigned and passes over two card keys.
"This will give you access to your quarters and to the facilities in general. The orientation will begin in one hour in the courtyard, but you're free to explore until then."
With a nod of thanks, they enter Mercy proper, walking into a large quad, where a small stage is setup. The quad is walled-in by floors upon floors of identical balconies with identical doors -- it looks more like the courtyard of an apartment complex than anything, really. Plain and painted in browns and tans.
There are other newcomers milling around, speaking with some people who look at ease, if a little vacant (and if Peter weren't so carefully keeping his expression schooled into something neutral but interested, he'd frown at the sight). He assumes they must be representatives of Mercy's older populace, if not spokespeople for "the Way of the Elder" thing that Peter had heard almost nothing about. For something that's so famously made this place prosperous, Tukkir has been surprisingly mum about what the Way of the Elder actually is. ]
We have some time before we need to be back here. Maybe we should take a look around?
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[ He really doesn't think he could do this alone, anyway, but he's worried for Maya, doesn't want to push her into something before she's well and ready. Though, honestly, who would ever be well and ready for something like this? Out of the frying pan, into the fire, basically.
Too late to think much more about it, though, as they're admitted into the small office. It's clean and well-lit, and behind the counter a friendly-looking woman with blue skin asks for their papers. Zoey Pentecost, being the less scatterbrained of the two of them, was given the responsibility of holding onto them. Once they're handed over and reviewed, the woman tells them which quarters they've been assigned and passes over two card keys.
"This will give you access to your quarters and to the facilities in general. The orientation will begin in one hour in the courtyard, but you're free to explore until then."
With a nod of thanks, they enter Mercy proper, walking into a large quad, where a small stage is setup. The quad is walled-in by floors upon floors of identical balconies with identical doors -- it looks more like the courtyard of an apartment complex than anything, really. Plain and painted in browns and tans.
There are other newcomers milling around, speaking with some people who look at ease, if a little vacant (and if Peter weren't so carefully keeping his expression schooled into something neutral but interested, he'd frown at the sight). He assumes they must be representatives of Mercy's older populace, if not spokespeople for "the Way of the Elder" thing that Peter had heard almost nothing about. For something that's so famously made this place prosperous, Tukkir has been surprisingly mum about what the Way of the Elder actually is. ]
We have some time before we need to be back here. Maybe we should take a look around?