Adora has no idea what's worse, the fact that she's stuck in a weird meeting room with a bunch of faceless drones or the fact that they apparently expect her to give some sort of presentation on stuff she doesn't understand. She stares down at the notecards she's been given, then out over the faceless audience. OK, this is kind of weird. Scratch that - entirely weird. She frowns and then squints at the cards and then the slide displayed on the screen behind her.
Well.
She should try something. She clears her throat and gives the worlds most awkward, most uncomfortable smile.
"Well, uh, hello. Uh. My name is Adora and I want to welcome you to-"
She glances down at the cards again, hoping there's anything she can read off.
"...to our sem-ee-nar-rr on Retaining Documentation Retention!"
Yeah, that's the ticket.
"As you can see, I am a... uh... expert in this field. I may have triple may-jorred in First One's history, acting, and - uh - Documentation! Yeah!"
Someone save her.
II - Suit Up
OK, Adora knows how to fight things. The problem is she needs a weapon and to get a weapon she has to go to the armory. She's winding her way through the corridors, trying to find the stupid stairwell that will take her down to the right level. She pauses at an intersection (possibly almost running into someone coming the other direction).
"Oh - hey - do you know where the stairs are? I'm trying to get to the armory-"
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Adora has no idea what's worse, the fact that she's stuck in a weird meeting room with a bunch of faceless drones or the fact that they apparently expect her to give some sort of presentation on stuff she doesn't understand. She stares down at the notecards she's been given, then out over the faceless audience. OK, this is kind of weird. Scratch that - entirely weird. She frowns and then squints at the cards and then the slide displayed on the screen behind her.
Well.
She should try something. She clears her throat and gives the worlds most awkward, most uncomfortable smile.
"Well, uh, hello. Uh. My name is Adora and I want to welcome you to-"
She glances down at the cards again, hoping there's anything she can read off.
"...to our sem-ee-nar-rr on Retaining Documentation Retention!"
Yeah, that's the ticket.
"As you can see, I am a... uh... expert in this field. I may have triple may-jorred in First One's history, acting, and - uh - Documentation! Yeah!"
Someone save her.
II - Suit Up
OK, Adora knows how to fight things. The problem is she needs a weapon and to get a weapon she has to go to the armory. She's winding her way through the corridors, trying to find the stupid stairwell that will take her down to the right level. She pauses at an intersection (possibly almost running into someone coming the other direction).
"Oh - hey - do you know where the stairs are? I'm trying to get to the armory-"
Please help.
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