Security Gate

[Marie]

"Oh. I see. I'll introduce you when I've got my ID and collected my package, if you'll help me out with that?"

[The Smith]

"It is kind of a personal matter... I was hoping to speak to the doctor alone." Sam replied.

[Marie]

"I see. Well, I still don't mind showing you the way, but I can't right now. I have to collect the package first."

[The Smith]

Sam said, "I will figure it out, and will give me a minute to talk to the good doctor alone."

[Marie]

"Oh, alright."

She seemed disappointed, because it might have given her a chance to ingratiate herself with her new employer, but merely sighed and said "Go back that way" and indicated the direction.

"Good luck."

[The Smith]

"Thanks... I will need it." Sam turned and walked the way she had pointed.

[Marie]

Meanwhile, Morrigan looked around at her surroundings to try and determine where she was supposed to get ID from.

[The Stranger]

The large tent marked "Administration" had a strong possibility as being the Administration building, although Morrigan had been wrong before.

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[Marie]

Morrigan headed toward sthe administration tent and looked around for assistance.

[The Stranger]

There was a sort of front desk where a young woman wearing a khaki uniform was standing. "Can I help you?" she asked politely.

[Marie]

"Ye, please. I need ID. I'm working for Dr Carpenter. My name is Morrigan. Or do you need my birth name for the ID?"

[The Stranger]

The woman looked at Morrigan curiously, "Yes of course. What other name would you give?" She says, shaking her head, "I'm assuming.." She looked at Morrigan's clothing, "That' your a contract employee... not full-time?" She asked.

[Marie]

"Er..yeah. I think so. For now, anyway. I've only just arrived today. My birth name is Morrigan O'Mackey."

[The Stranger]

The woman typed the name into some kind of computer, "Alright... stand still and don't smile," before there was a flash, and Morrigan had her picture taken. Then the sound of some kind of machine printing.

"Alright. I need you to sign some documents and initial to make clear you understand"

She handed over a datapad, and a stylus, and a long, very small print form. Morrigan didn't dare read it all, but the jist seemed to be that as a contract employee Morrigan maintained absolutely no rights or claims against the Camp, its Corporate sponsors, its employees, its contracted agents. Further while on the Camp territory, or in possession of Camp property, she had, effectively no rights to anything, including life, liberty or happiness, although the pursuit of which was not strictly forbidden.

[Marie]

Morrigan nodded and signed the form Morrigan O'Mackey. Her writing was small and untidy.

"I have to go get a package and some suitable clothes. Is there anywhere that employees get discounts?"