He awoke with a chill sitting bolt upright. He opened his bright blue eyes, then looked down at himself realizing he was nearly naked. A dream? He didn't remember going to sleep-- he didn't remember anything. Rising to his feet he hugged his arms around himself noting the rough scarred flesh.
Taking stock of his surrounding he noted the other sleeping figures around him as a door opposite opened with a hiss. Glad none of them were awake he hastily shuffled over to of the room following the hallway. He walked into a reception room full of people going about their business. When the bunny-eared girl stepped forward he spoke aloud “What a strange dream, my my what are you?” he asked.
She answered with a smile. “I'm a Lupine, you'll learn more on that later,” She said smoothly bringing the topic back to what she was here for. “This is no dream, welcome to Alta that is the name of our world. My name is Sofia Keys. I am here to record your information. What would you like to name yourself?”
“Very well, I'll play along for now, my name is... Alstair.” He hesitated for just a moment in thought.
“Excellent right this way Alistair, we'll need to just run a few quick examinations.” She gestured behind her.
He sat through the tests noting the strange equipment, all of it had a sleek design speaking of efficiency. There was a small disruption when a nurse touched him and received a static shock. They laughed it off and mentioned it must have been something to do with the process, whatever that was. Soon enough they were done and Alistair was given a jumpsuit and a pair footwear. He quickly donned them and zipped it up to the collar then making sure his arms were covered.
He was told to proceed to the next room, the smell of food and quiet chatter leading the way. As he entered he saw a man demonstrating a strange machine which spat out food from seemingly no where. “Fascinating,” he muttered. “This is one strange dream." He puzzled out the machine its screen changing from a strange language to one he could read. “Hmm, I think I'll have some roast chicken, caramelised vegetables and your finest wine too.” The machine materialised the food but no wine. “Fine orange juice then.” He said with an air of annoyance, the machine obliged and he left with his tray.
Hesat a few seats down from the other two. He listened and watch picking at his meal as they chattered noting that they were both wearing the exact same clothing but each wore it differently somewhat.
