WEEK 3

[bathymetric]

Well, the tail end of Week 2 could have gone better. That's the first thing to note.

The second thing is... hang on, should it be Week 3 yet? You've all gone to sleep (or... not, in the case of anyone who doesn't), but when you wake up (and you do all wake up), the calendar and clock on your device informs you that it's Sunday. In-character, all characters explicitly have absolutely no memory of Saturday.

Your sense of time isn't the only thing that's changed - a new branch of the facility has opened and become active overnight, giving you new resources and places to investigate, should you so choose. There's also a new channel on the television, though whether it's an improvement over the last one is questionable.

Otherwise, though, things have mostly settled into normalcy again, or at close to normal as you can find in this place. How long that peace will last, though... that's becoming increasingly uncertain, moving forward.



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to Week 3! Turn in last week's AC over here, and regains remain over this way! And for the sake of consistency, Angel's office hours remain over yonder! ]

Comments

[bolderfell]

A mother's instinct, huh.

[Shrug.]

If you say so.

[ladygeryon]

[Well, at least he accepts it, to some degree.] Yeah. You should wear those whenever your face might get close to something that'll create debris.

[bolderfell]

[Sigh.] Clearly.

[He traces around the outline of the frames.]

That's why it's shaped like that. [He indicates the room with a wave.] All this, or at least most of the things in here--I can figure these out.

[ladygeryon]

Yeah, most tools pretty much match form and function. As long as you make sure to keep them pointed away from you and your extremities when using them-that's the other basic tenet of safety.

[bolderfell]

I know. [...] How old do you think I am?

[ladygeryon]

[Hey, accidents happen all the time. Might as well give some extra reminders about that.] I'm just noting, the electric tools might cut faster than you're used to. You're in your early 20s, right? [Which is still in "kid" range for her now.]

[bolderfell]

[It's like, middle-aged in the Middle Ages, though. BA-DUM TSSH.]

Right. Old enough to know how to take care of myself. Especially when it comes to tools.

[He returns the drill to its place and continues examining things.]

The most valuable one I have is myself, after all.

[ladygeryon]

[She'll stand back and let him examine things for a bit, then. No point in pushing too far.]

So, which door are you going to tackle first? [Might as well move the conversation back in a more neutral direction.]

[bolderfell]

The hidden one in the room with the vending machine. It's the one we know least about. Doesn't even have a key card lock, so there's no way to open it from our side without forcing it.

[ladygeryon]

Makes sense. Maybe it's how they supply that machine in the first place.

[bolderfell]

...Anna thinks the Professor tele... [Mmmmnope, he can't remember that word. He shakes his head.] ...transports things into it. Magically, I assume.

[ladygeryon]

He moved us here somehow, so it makes sense he'd have the ability to move objects like that too. And there must be some kind of strangeness involved when you consider the size of objects that can emerge from it...

[bolderfell]

True.

[...]

What's the point of that machine, anyway? He could just as easily have built a storehouse into the facility. Or an armory like Aela wanted, if slaughter's really his aim.

[ladygeryon]

He probably doesn't want us to be able to access everything at once. And...if he gave us an armory or storehouse, people would be able to keep track of what was taken. This way allows for more confusion about what weapons have been distributed.

[bolderfell]

...That's a good point.

[He knows he doesn't advertise what he's received from the machine. Some are giving theirs away (like DUMMIES), but that doesn't mean others aren't also being smart about it.

He runs his hands over the surface of a workbench.]

I guess... I just don't understand what any of this is for. Not this, but.

[He makes a small gesture at the ceiling. At the whole facility.]

[ladygeryon]

[Hey, most of the stuff Nira's giving away is random harmless food and clothing. She's definitely keeping her own weapons in her room!]

It seems designed to accommodate people to live in here rather long-term, at least. But I don't know why it'd be needed for random civilians, instead of something like a group of people who're actually interested in living under the ocean. Not to mention apparently we get fed better food than the people working in the same building as the Professor.

[bolderfell]

Huh? ...Where'd you learn that?

[ladygeryon]

Huh, didn't I mention it...? Angel told me that she preferred the food here to the other place. Apparently she can get into the cafeteria directly.

[bolderfell]

...I didn't think about the Professor just staying somewhere they'd been using before.

[He rubs his chin.]

That means she knows where he is. And what that location is like.

[ladygeryon]

I suppose, though she also says the Professor doesn't mingle much with the other people there.

[bolderfell]

Nothing wrong with that, is there? Means he'll be alone when we find him.

[ladygeryon]

Not really. But it does mean we won't be able to get much information about his living quarters or habits from others.

[bolderfell]

...When she said he doesn't mingle much... it's not as though no one's ever seen him, right? Maybe if you ask again, you could at least get a physical description.

[ladygeryon]

Mmm, probably. Unless he's one of those mysterious movie villains who wear a mask and completely concealing outfits all the time.

[bolderfell]

...Then he'd stand out in a different way.