01.01: The Center Cannot Hold
"Sanitation core?" the tall one asked with another giggle. "Sounds fun!" Then, slightly more seriously, "You know where you're going, Barrett, you're in front. Why don't you go wait by the right door so everyone knows which way to go?" The directive-- it wasn't really a request-- was punctuated by a gentle hand between the broken-armed man's shoulder blades, and a slight push in the right direction.
Two— no, three— women were already heading towards the corridor Barrett had indicated; a stocky dark-skinned man was looking around confusedly, and another, also bald, was digging through the debris blocking the other corridor. A curious impulse made the tall, slender figure run a hand across their own head; bare as a baby’s bottom. For some reason, that fact was both reassuring and very, very funny, and they giggled again.
"Not that way, Shiny," they said to the digger, tone gentle and amused at the same time. "Our friend Barrett said out's over there. Hey, Bruiser," the tall one continued, not waiting for acknowledgment as they pushed off their supporting pod and over to the dark man, "Help me check the rest of the pods, get everyone up and moving in the right direction. Start on that side, I'll get this one. Oh, this one's dead, moving on . . . dead, dead, very dead--" giggle-- "Watch out for the sick, don't want to slip, good morning!"
Not seeming to pause for breath as they narrated their lurching journey down the row of pods, they paused and chirped happily at finding a live one. "Did you sleep well? Tell me later, it's time to go now. Follow Barrett if you want to live!" With an unbalanced smile, they helped the person out, turned them towards the group gathering by the exit, and gave them a small pat on the back before moving on to the next one.