Tension Level: 5
Standing around with the splatters of the bodies that used to be your companions--and Hans--you look at the convenient RED door labeled 'FIVE'.

You are still reeling and wiping blood and icky bits off you when the clones of Gunther, Rob and Peter arrive.  With no place else to go and this briefing room in tatters, you step through the RED door that is conveniently your only other exit except the way you came.

The door leads to a short hall, which in turn opens on a glorious chamber: an enormous open space that stretches upward so high you're not sure you can see the top. Catwalks and slideways cross back and forth over your heads. Autocars and transbots zip all around the ground-level plaza. At the center of the open space is a beautiful fountain topped with a sculpture of two Troubleshooters, bravely standing back-to-back with their lasers out. Everywhere you look, you see citizens of rank:  RED, ORANGE, YELLOW, GREEN, Even... on that catwalk up there--is that an INDIGO talking with a pair of BLUE citizens? It really is! You've never seen an INDIGO citizen before, except on vidshows.  Truly, you have arrived. It's almost too much to take in.

EVERYTHING is RED or higher. There are dozens of hallways leading out. And doors of virtually every Security Clearance color. There are several elevators, stairs and ramps to take people to the higher levels. All these people look very busy, even saying, "No time. Too much to do, Troubleshooter!" before you ask them a question.

You cannot get yourself to follow a course of action.
Maybe we should pick a hallway to....
There are some interesting-looking storefronts on the second level. Also, it looks like there might be a map.
Oh! Perhaps we'll head up there and...
On the other hand, it looks like YELLOW Clearance up there. Perhaps you should stick to the RED Clearance doros down here.
Yes, that's what we'll do...
Of course, there's a lot of chaotic autocar traffic you'd have to go through.
Uh...

As your senses reel from the whirlwind of activity, a jackobot wheels up and humbly stands by your side.
Jackobot: "Troubleshooters, I am jackobot ED-1E. Please, call me Eddie. You're in need of outfitting?"


OOC:  Your updated Perversity points can be found below, along with your status

Ginger sighs.  "We're in need of outfitting?"  She looks around.  Although the team leader, it is obvious she is new to this "leading" thing.

"My leg hurts."

"That's funny it's your face that's hurting me"
Vixcis says with a flip of her hair, then seeing as Ginger is repeating the question again istead of answering it Vicsis confidantly asserts herself.
"Yes we are in need of outfitting, lead the way...try not to explode, we have bad luck with robots..."

Dexter is careful not to rub shoulders with those in the group who are dirty.  "Yes, we're in need of outfitting, and our first mission briefing."