The dark and vacant building made the small group entering seem like a calamity as footfalls were multiplied by echoes. It sounded like an army had entered. The reason why nobody was able to get in was because the door would automatically close and lock and only be opened with a key or from someone inside. This was the low security end, however, for there were also 3 boxes that nobody had been inside of (even Daubs so far as anybody could tell.) There were also big stickers warning of high voltages and high-powered lasers, cautioning for hard hats, and only properly trained individuals being permitted access. Around these were steel cages with at least 3 padlocks on the door, and another lock on the box itself.
Kyle managed to be inside, because he had never left the night before. The simple lock system, while relatively simple to bypass if you had the right equipment, could not be electronically hacked. All he had to do was stow himself in the empty office, tucked behind the ancient couch that had been picked up by a dumpster, and the coffee table that had a leg that would fall off as soon as any cross force was applied. Ah... the break room.
The promise of a heated building was an exaggeration. Being mildly insulated, it was able to retain some of the blazing heat from the day before and release it slow enough so that it was tolerable before the sun blasted it again. The big difference was that the wind rattled the massive garage door instead of worming its way through clothing.
It wasn't much longer after that with people having pointless conversations about nothing in particular such as "being tired" or commenting on the lack of anything around their job site. Then, there came the distinct noise of the door being opened and other people entering. It was Daubs and Victor accompanied by a rather professional looking woman (who was poorly dressed in high heels and trying to walk across the gravel parking lot.) Nobody had seen the lady before. Sure enough, bright orange containers held doughnuts, coffee, and some other treats.
Daubs was less than pleased to see that people weren't outside freezing. Upon noticing the group, he looked surprised, then glanced back at the door, then back at the group and his face turned beat red. His gangly frame stomped toward everyone almost with a comical edge.
"Alright! which one of you is the ghetto rat?" He accused, glaring around the room challenging anybody who dared to take pride in the fact. His gaze fell on Arrow, "It was you wasn't it?"
Her finger shot out, pointing prominently at Kyle.
"Don't bother denying it, people like you..."
"Okay, okay, teamwork day, everybody," Victor interrupted. Though quite a massive fellow, his voice was far from bass and didn't really seem to fit him. However much Daubs was enraged, he let the issue drop, but not without an "I'm watching you" gesture to Arrow.
Victor took center stage, promptly pulling a document out of his pocket and skimming through it. "Oh, right. So, yah, none of you know each other yet. So, I guess we should get that out of the way then.
I will be functioning as your captain as well as the senior engineer
Daubs, here, will be our doctor”
He began pointing around the room as he made introductions.
“We have Kyle Johnson. Kyle you will be our N-Dimension Specialist as well as our Quartermaster
Our junior engineer as well as being in charge of Reactor and Drive Systems Operations is Evelyn Ayers
Tobias... Tobias... I can’t remember his last name. He will be taking on the positions of Scopes as well as a Research Assistant
Tank Dellinger will be our Isolation Control Specialist and Field Medic
Jacqueline Richter is our Navigator as well as Tactical Support
Adah Christo will be our Pilot and Botanist
So, there we go, everybody knows everybody now. Oh, right, except for Pammy. Pammy here is a team-builder counselor something or another. So, she’s super good at getting people to intimately know each other and really work well together without biting off each other’s heads and stuff like that.”
It was clear that Pammy didn’t care much for the introduction, but she plastered on the most overdone (and easily seen through) smile you have ever seen. “Wow, it is so great to meet each and every one of you wonderful individuals. Today we are going to have great fun, and we are going to learn to trust each other too...”
She began droning on and on about superficial business rules to try to force random people tossed into the same lot to like each other. There was patronizing worship of mundane accomplishments of everyone that made it quite clear that she had no clue who any of you were and that she had no clue the sort of social dynamics that were in store for all of you.