[Open ... ish?]

[banshee_rider]

Who: Kelly-087 and YOU! (mostly you)
What: Kelly arrives at Castle Paradisa!
When: All day today and tomorrow
Where: Basement
Rating: N/A

Within the basement, a very large tube has manifested, containing one large, armored supersoldier, currently in the deep freeze of Cryosleep.

The window to the cryotube is slightly frosted over, but it's clear enough to see the figure inside; well over 6', and covered from head to toe with black matte undersuit and an iridescent green armored plating, complete with helmet with a curving gold visor.

There's a keypad to the side of it, with a typical setup of letters and numbers, but there's no indication what code might pop the tube open.

[[Right now Kelly cannot respond, so feel free to tag each other, speculate, look for clues. There's got to be a way to open this thing somehow, right?]]

Comments

[youfallback]

[Once the giraffes get back around sundown, Carolina doesn't go straight to her room. She's got a lot to do, starting with evacuation plans and what might still be down in the old Peace Patrol HQ might help in knowing what can and can't be wished up or built in the Castle. On the way through the basement to the old PP HQ, though she spots the cyrotube. Spartan not sold separately.

She pauses and approaches carefully, grateful that her armor worked now that they were back in the powered zone, albeit sans helmet. The first thing she notices is the height and the armor, indicating its occupant to definitely be a Spartan. Why said Spartan is still in cyrosleep is bizarre to her, though. No one had ever come to the Castle still asleep that she knew of.

Then again, she hadn't known many Spartans in the Castle, besides the NOBLEs.

But, speaking of the NOBLEs, she knows she has a responsibility to at least report the presence of another Spartan to Six, even if said Spartan is still frozen.

So, Carolina will gingerly knock on the glass and otherwise try and see any kind of numbering on the armor that might indicate who the newcomer is.]

[banshee_rider]

[There's no reply. The Spartan within is deep in Cryosleep and unattainable without being thawed first.]

[The only identifier are the numbers 0-8-7 on the breastplate.]

[youfallback]

[Hmm. Maybe she can use the Castle's microwave to try and thaw her out. That is Carolina spots those numbers and frowns at the cyrotube. From what she knows, the numbering definitely confirms the Spartan vibe she'd been getting. It also definitely confirms that she needs to contact NOBLE Six sooner rather than later, or else she'd end up with someone else breathing down her neck about everything she does.

The last person she wants to intentionally piss off is NOBLE Six.

So, she'll tug up her journal from the makeshift pack she'd borrowed from the giraffes to get ready to contact the other Spartan when she spots the keypad. She'll quickly try 0-8-7 as a combination.]

[banshee_rider]

[the microwave isn't even big enough Carolina geez]

[The light atop the keypad blinks red with a blaring honk; WRONG.]

[youfallback]

[Well that should be a clear enough sign to Carolina to not try again. Might as well let NOBLE Six handle inputting codes that no one knows. Time to make a journal entry.]

[lonenoble]

[A bit after the entry, Six is on her way. She was in a hurry at hearing about a fellow Spartan showing up. Her dislike of Carolina could be ignored.] Freelancer?

[youfallback]

NOBLE. [Carolina is indeed still standing in front of the cyrotube, but glances toward the door with a hawkish gaze.]

[lonenoble]

Thank you for telling me. [Examining the cryotube, frowning.]

[youfallback]

[Carolina nods in acknowledgment as she watches NOBLE Six.] I don't know when or how it arrived. It could have come during the expedition; not many people come through the basement anymore.

[banshee_rider]

[There's been no changes over the past couple days that Kelly's been under cryosleep since her arrival. Her biosigns have remained static, in perfect consistency with the deep, frozen sleep for long jumps.]

[She is still blissfully unaware of the world she's been brought into and the challenges therein.]

[lonenoble]

[Noble Six has been guarding ever since she found out, ignoring the need to sleep as much as she could. She's a Spartan. They don't need sleep.

She's waiting though, patiently. They had something in a confidential envelope. Hopefully it really is the code.]

[encryptedlock]

All right, guys. [York sounds pretty excited; if nothing else, he gets to show off that his cryotubes work. Also, not that often that he gets to see a Spartan wake up. He nods over to Six; he'd given it a good shot earlier, but it turns out ONI-generated codes are a bit harder to crack than simple locks.]

Here goes nothing. Church, you have the code?

[originalcopy]

Assuming there in here... then yeah.

[He hands the envelope over. Honestly, if he hadn't been right there he would have ignored M's message entirely. That and being wicked curious about the whole cryotube thing.

Consider his part of the job done. From here on he's a damn tourist.]

[lonenoble]

Let me see it. She's safe, and the cryotube is functioning normally.

But being stored like this forever isn't something I wish on any Spartan.

You want to open the envelope, York, or should I?

[encryptedlock]

[York shrugs and opens the envelope.]

Looks like it's the right number of digits. TRAPPER-LOWJACK-UNSCTREVAL-K087.

[He shows it to Six so she can enter it correctly.]

Hope this is the right code.

[originalcopy]

If it's not... don't shoot the messenger.

[Church moves out of the way... to a spot that conveniently happens to have a better view of what's going on.]

[lonenoble]

[Six nods.] It definitely looks right. Can't hurt.

[Carefully entering in the code as written, activating it.]

[banshee_rider]

[Kelly's first priority, as soon as she'd finished introductions and basic SITREP with Noble Six and those with the Freelancer program - which she'd have to do more research into - was to search out Lucy.]

[She found her own room in the process, luckily just across the hall from the other Spartan.]

[She knocks smartly on the door, listening for any movement within.]

[reengineered]

[Lucy glances up from the book she's been slowly making her way through, some odd collection of fractured fairy tales that somehow keeps making her smile. She wasn't expecting company.

Setting the book aside, she goes to open the door. What's on the other side is, well... unexpected, to say the least.]

[banshee_rider]

[Kelly had been doubting the validity about this whole place. She'd only had the word from an unknown Spartan and unknown soldiers from a completely unknown project to go on, on a planet in a dimensional bubble ... amended; another dimensional bubble.]

[Without Mendez or Halsey, or any of the other IIs, Kelly's already feeling a thin but undeniable layer of anxiety settle on her. Actually seeing Lucy when the door opened gave her a breath of visible relief. Her rigid stance eased, and she tipped her head.]

They said you were here.

[reengineered]

[Lucy blinks quickly a few times before vaguely smiling. Then she makes that two-fingered gesture for smile, something only Spartans and their closest mentors know, because she'll be damned if she isn't happy.

She can't know what Kelly's seen or experienced so far, but she steps back into the room and reaches for her journal in short order.]

[banshee_rider]

[Kelly sweeps two fingers over her own visor, happy to see at least one familiar face here, and steps in after Lucy and closes the door.]

[She makes a calculated sweep of the room, noting weapons, escape routes, wondering what Lucy was reaching for.]

So, another dimensional bubble. This should be fun.

[reengineered]

[Lucy tilts hr head to the side, then nods. Kelly must be from around the same time she is. She writes slowly in the journal, then turns it to show Kelly.]

Onyx?

[banshee_rider]

[Kelly frowns at the journal, not because of the words on it, but the fact that Lucy was writing.]

Onyx, yes. Trevelyan now. [She frowns slightly deeper, removing her helmet and running a hand over her hair as her thoughts strayed to Kurt.] Remember, Halsey renamed it?

[reengineered]

[She shakes her head slowly. That part she doesn't remember.]

I was not with you.