Clean Up Your Act [Ali, Doc5, Samusverse]

[onemorebounty]

*The room Samus had set up for decontaminating her guests was a far cry from the TARDIS, lacking a decorator's touch, the soothing hum of incomprehensible engines, or even much in the way of space. The interior was done all in gleaming metal, lit from above by stark glowpanels when the room was inhabited, and bright SteriLites when it was not. The interior space was perhaps two thirds as long as a twenty-first century Earth cargo shipping container, and about as wide and tall as that example--fitting, since a shipping container it was, and some standards managed to survive the millenia.*

*At one end of the room stands a table, on which are arranged several hyposprays, beside which are incongruous rows of what look like glasses, and ear-bud headphones without cords to anything. Benches line both walls, and at the far end of the room a closet-sized compartment is partitioned off, a door allowing access. A sign on the door reads "Decontamination Shower, Class Gamma" in Galactic Standard West. For those unfamiliar with GalStan West, the sign's letters resemble silhouette-drawings of some kind of lego-block massacre.*

*The lights switch over from dim blue to white as a crackling hole opens in the air in the center of the room, a noise-rimmed portal into somewhere else, through which Samus escorts her friend and new guest.*

Careful, there's a slight step down.