Still trying to figure out how to describe the hive in a roleplay way.
"Security Pass", the guard challenged.
"It's okay, I invited this one", said a young man walking into view.
The guard stiffened for a second before seeing who it was. He then adopted a more relaxed posture and stood aside.
"I'm Kody", the young man said as he stepped forward. "I've heard you might be interested in joining the Hive." He gave a wry smile that seemed almost sheepish.
They've sent some lowly official. Although this one was dressed casually in a grey shirt and trousers. No medals or ornaments either, which is unusual for an official. Maybe this guy is just a tour guide.
"I'm considering my opinions first", tumbles out the reply.
Kody nodded solemnly, before leading the way to the lift. "The Hive is very security conscious", he says launching into a monologue. "It is easier to defend and that is one of the main reasons we live underground. We’re currently descending down the main shaft. There are several smaller shafts and each shaft is surrounded by a perimeter defence…”
Outside the concrete of the shaft streaks by and as the lift descends the shaft lights blinks through the scratched windows. In the air is the smell of industrial chemicals, and grease. It seems that the interior of the lift hasn't been washed anytime recently and the technology used is last generation.
"Our power isn't in our technology or our spit and polish", Kody interrupted as if reading your thoughts. "It's in our industry and our people. People like you perhaps."
The lift grinds to a stop and the door opens to an lavishly decorated hallway. Kody leads the way past several pairs of guards swiping his card past the checkpoints. At the final door the hallway opens up to an office with furnishing that is reminiscent of the late 20th century. Numerous books line a bookshelf that occupies one side of the room. A grandfather clock, fireplace, oak desk and a leather armchair can be seen at the far end of the room.
There is a soft click as the door shuts.
"Forgive Kody for leaving so arruptly. He dislikes the trappings of power." A man stands up beside the fireplace. "I am Chairman Voltaire."
***** Let Voltaire do the rest *******
"It's okay, I invited this one", said a young man walking into view.
The guard stiffened for a second before seeing who it was. He then adopted a more relaxed posture and stood aside.
"I'm Kody", the young man said as he stepped forward. "I've heard you might be interested in joining the Hive." He gave a wry smile that seemed almost sheepish.
They've sent some lowly official. Although this one was dressed casually in a grey shirt and trousers. No medals or ornaments either, which is unusual for an official. Maybe this guy is just a tour guide.
"I'm considering my opinions first", tumbles out the reply.
Kody nodded solemnly, before leading the way to the lift. "The Hive is very security conscious", he says launching into a monologue. "It is easier to defend and that is one of the main reasons we live underground. We’re currently descending down the main shaft. There are several smaller shafts and each shaft is surrounded by a perimeter defence…”
Outside the concrete of the shaft streaks by and as the lift descends the shaft lights blinks through the scratched windows. In the air is the smell of industrial chemicals, and grease. It seems that the interior of the lift hasn't been washed anytime recently and the technology used is last generation.
"Our power isn't in our technology or our spit and polish", Kody interrupted as if reading your thoughts. "It's in our industry and our people. People like you perhaps."
The lift grinds to a stop and the door opens to an lavishly decorated hallway. Kody leads the way past several pairs of guards swiping his card past the checkpoints. At the final door the hallway opens up to an office with furnishing that is reminiscent of the late 20th century. Numerous books line a bookshelf that occupies one side of the room. A grandfather clock, fireplace, oak desk and a leather armchair can be seen at the far end of the room.
There is a soft click as the door shuts.
"Forgive Kody for leaving so arruptly. He dislikes the trappings of power." A man stands up beside the fireplace. "I am Chairman Voltaire."
***** Let Voltaire do the rest *******
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