7-239: MaPaCoA, Reception

MaPaCoA Reception is a bit like visiting an abandoned warehouse, or perhaps a mausoleum.

Behind transparent, but probably bulletproof, heavy doors is a cavernous, almost featureless, empty polished concrete space.  There are a several waiting chairs on one side of the room and on the other, a ridiculous distance away, is a single reception desk.  At right angles to the chairs and desk on the left, is a single water cooler.  A single door is located, promisingly, in the wall behind the desk.

Oliver and his comrades cross the space, footsteps echoing, wait beside an incongruous pillar with a small sign atop it that reads Queue Here while a single person ahead of them is directed back out the main doors to an obscure destination before being seen by the uniformed Vizant of indeterminate age that staffs the Reception desk.

In response to Oliver’s statement there is checking of a terminal and a query comes back, “and who do you wish to see?”