[Staging] Entrance Hall

[The Man in Red]

Arriving via teleporter after whatever means were utilized to get them there, new arrivals and competitors will emerge into the gleaming hall of the facility. Set up and shaped like the lavish and luxurious entrance hall of a vintage and classic theater or exceptionally fancy hotel. There are no doors, only the banks of teleporters used to grant entrance and exit. Beyond them, there is a large front desk staffed by numerous employees and helpful staff who can assist with answering questions and filling out any last-minute paperwork or setting...affairs in order.

Leading out of the entrance hall one can find the elevators which lead to the higher levels of the facility, and the other portions of the pre-game staging area.

 

[Omelette Robotnik]

A thin haze of smoke filled the room, dimly lit by the smolder of the cigarette dangling from Jeff's lips. Beside him stood Joe, his direct supervisor, and the two were busy peering through the one-way glass separating them from the small room The Prisoner was currently in.

"You sure about this guy?" Joe asked, leaning towards the glass as though proximity would reveal The Prisoner doing anything but milling about aimlessly.

"Fuck no," came his reply, another wave of irritating smoke wafting from Jeff's lungs. "But what the fuck were ya expecting? 'Go to Markov and find some folks to join our little shindig' ya said, and yer lucky I found this guy. Everyone worth a damn is outside the walls fighting off Voltaren or whatever. Dude's head is on fire, what more ya want from me?"

Joe sighed, immediately going into a coughing fit due to the smoke. When it subsided, he glared over at his partner and scowled.

"What'd I tell you about smoking in here? I'm not trying to catch your second-hand lung cancer, pal!"

"Fuck off. You'll be fine. Just have someone in Arcadia magic ya up a new pair of lungs, or something. Sides, whatcha gonna do, fire me? That's a laugh!"

Biting his tongue to stifle what would undoubtedly be a piss-poor comeback, Joe returned to looking at The Prisoner.

"Yeah, whatever. I guess you did alright. Send him on in. I doubt we're going to find any better."

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As The Prisoner stepped out of the portal, surprisingly it appeared used to such means of travel. Its large eye surveyed the area around it, narrowed with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. It wouldn't be long now before the event started, and though it wasn't really alive, per se, it remained to be seen whether The Prisoner would leave the island in one piece, or many.