WEEK 1

[bathymetric]

Well, you've now met the brains of the operation, as well as the shockingly nice-looking young lady in charge of day-to-day business. Now all that's left is to get used to your accommodations - there's 24 other people in similar shoes to yours to meet in this building, you know! And who knows how much longer you might have them...

The daily routine in the facility quickly becomes obvious - the only way to tell time moment to moment is to check the strange device The Professor gave you, but at the same time every day the lights in and out of the facility go up, and at the same time every night they go down. Otherwise, it's almost maddening sometimes, how little happens in here. At least you have a few rooms with enough to hopefully keep you occupied. Who knows what secrets they might hold? And there's always that vending machine, if you can find something that fits in the coin slot...





MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
FRIDAY | SATURDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to Peace Week! Enjoy it while it lasts. Remember, office hours for The Professor's Assistant are over here if you're interested, while regains can be deposited over here! ]

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TUESDAY

[bathymetric]

Investigation

[fivestagegod]

[Wow, there is like. An impressive lack of anything to do here when we're not all killing each other, isn't there.

It's something Birkin knows is objectively a good thing – there's a reason "may you live in interesting times" is a curse, he knows, he knows – but that doesn't mean he has to like it; whether you're here to kill or not hardly matters, because either way you'd think that they'd at least be provided with slightly more worthwhile toys.

But that doesn't mean he's completely unable to entertain himself; he spends a fair amount of time in the art gallery today, either because he's trying very hard to edify his soul or he's contemplating something that is probably not the greatest idea in the world. Maybe both. Either way, there's going to be an investigation happening in here if no one minds, at some point or another.

Otherwise...well, one can't spend all of one's time being a Fucking Mistake with priceless pieces of art(?), and when he's not doing anything he's doing in there he can be found a few places; since he's apparently the only one of y'all with any fucking taste, he'll have the jazz going in the lounge while he's in there – he's got a couple of books from the library with him (nothing too conspicuous, though he's got a few of those criminal method...things with him just for the sake of seeing what on earth is in them) and he's largely ignoring the nature slideshow, though he's morbidly curious about who's going to try to beat up the television today, seeing as we all apparently just fucking hate screens in here.

Otherwise, he can be found later in the evening in the laundry room of all goddamn places; he's jumped up to sit on top of one of the unused machines, and he's got some paper and pens out with him, and he looks like he's just...working on notes in here. Which is kind of a weird place to be working on them, if we're honest, and he's also in his goddamn mid-thirties and chilling on top of the machinery like a teenager while he does it, but you know what, he's not judging your lifestyles.]

laundry

[emberserker]

[Anna walks in, wearing the suit today because she refuses to wear anything remotely casual, and raises her eyebrows at him.]

They've got a library for that, you do realize.

Investigation!

[bathymetric]

[ Okay! So in terms of investigation, what's William doing here? Looking at the paintings, the frames? ]

lounge

[shieldsister]

[did someone say beating up electronics??? aela's your girl!!!

Well, okay, she's actually kind of familiar with the TV given what Birkin told her about the screens, so she's not going to try to put her fist through the TV screen immediately, though she is going to look at this warily.]

Is this another of those screens? Can the Professor appear on this one as well?

[She's just... watching this slideshow like she's not sure if this is fascinating or witchcraft, and the less said about the jazz music, the better.]

lounge

[hardnosed]

[ The main door slides open, and Jasper ducks inside, carrying a substantial looking barbell in one hand. She's about to head for her room, but then it registers: ]

Ugh. This again?

[ As far as she sees it, Birkin might as well not exist! There are two characters in this thread: her, and Smooth Jazz. Without a single look in his direction, perhaps without even noticing him, she rounds on the TV, clearly preparing to turn it off. The amount of force involved in turning it off is anyone's guess at the moment. ]

laundry

[onefuture]

[Lif can't honestly just live in the library all day today, so it's what sees him out and about later into the evening trying to find something to do. He knows he can't just...avoid the horrible hell machines forever, so he is at least going to make one more honest attempt to deal with them and--

...Well, hi there. Lif just kind of blinks once, twice, before just kind of entering the room and looking over to Birkin.]

Found anything interesting out, or is this just a quiet place to write?

[archboxer]

[Rhea for the most part has seemed pretty calm. Worried but apart from a damning the Professor once or twice hasn't really shown much anger. That is, until she enters the fitness room again. She's wearing the jeans and ugly tie dye shirt for only one reason. She's headed towards the punching bags.

At first, her punches are almost gentle as if she's warming up. It takes her a few minutes to warm up then the fury starts. The punching comes fast and it comes hard. Every once in a while she stops, shakes her fists, then circles the bag only for it to continue.

Not only does it continue but near the end of her routine she's practically growling between breaths. Rhea glares at the punching bag before exiting.

A while later she's in the dining area and is far calmer than she was only a few minutes earlier. In one hand is a mug of tea, though she's not drinking it right away. In fact, she does try once or twice only to stop herself.

She's far more interested in seeing what other people are ordering. Don't mind her and her not-so rapidly cooling tea.

In the late afternoon she will be circling around the north and south hallways. Once in a while she'll stop and look straight up. Not at any fish but just... up. Then she shakes her head and continues on her patrol before starting the cycle over again.]

dining area

[philoxenia]

[ What's up, Rhea? Mira spends quite a while trying to decide what to request, but eventually, she decides on tea with waffles with plenty of fruit and a little syrup. It looks pretty tasty, and she plans on just eating by herself before she actually spots Rhea. ]

Oh--hello.

fitness room

[hardnosed]

[ For her part, Jasper is in the exact same bodysuit she's been wearing the whole time, and she seems to be... going through the weights? Like, all the weights on the rack. None of them are particularly impressive, even when she manages to hold more than one in one huge hand, and the barbells probably will be more of the same. This human (do they have green hair? you learn something new every day), on the other hand, is becoming more interesting the longer and more viciously she wails on her inanimate partner. By the time Rhea takes a brief pause to circle the punching bag, Jasper's been watching her for a while, and she takes the moment as a cue to speak. ]

It's not gonna punch back.

[ nailed it ]

fitness room

[shieldsister]

[Now that Aela's a bit better acquainted with the machines in here, it's time to work out for the entire damn day because that's better than staring at books and she is a jock at heart. But when she enters to find Rhea hard at work, Aela ends up lingering near the doorway, arms folded and watching for a little bit.]

Your technique is impressive.

[The growling's totally fine, who doesn't get a little feral when they're fighting???]

I hadn't realized hand-to-hand is something you're skilled in as well.

tunnels

[fivestagegod]

[Birkin won't say anything to her at first; this sort of thing is something he's used to seeing, it happens sometimes, but he'll admit the looking up is an interesting part of the holding pattern.]

Hoping to see something in particular out there?

fitness room

[mouflon]

[ With her examination of the facility failing to turn up anything immediately exploitable, Rin has decided that, unfortunately, patience suits her best for now. Which means she has a lot of frustration she needs to get out of her system, and exercise is the best way to do that here! Her attention has been mostly on the cycling machines and small weights, meaning she hasn't had reason to bother Rhea — but she can't help but notice, once she starts to get really into it. ]

Wow. I wouldn't have expected you to be so good at throwing a punch, Archbishop. Guess I'll have to be careful not to blaspheme too much.

[ Not that she knows what counts as blasphemy to the Church of Seiros! This is just what acquaintanceship with Kirei Kotomine does to a person, even when it's an AI double. ]

Fitness

[ladygeryon]

[Nira is just a bit curious at first, but when Rhea starts wailing on the punching bags her expression definitely gets more and more impressed. Once Rhea's done, she lets out an impressed whistle.]

Dang, nice work there!

tunnels

[thieviusraccoonus]

[As she crosses from one tunnel to the other, she'll come across... this raccoon guy, leaning back against the glass panels and looking up at her.]

I've got to ask... are you tracking a interesting fish?

dining area

[reallyhatesharks]

[Nova's wearing the provided suit. Fortunately or unfortunately for everyone, she is not wearing the provided shirt that went with the suit, because that would be almost respectable and Nova has never in her life wanted to look respectable. No, she's just wearing the jacket from the suit, carefully buttoned and adjusted to show as much cleavage as possible.

It's not exactly her usual style, but eh. It'll do.]

Tea too hot?

[She's just passing by while getting something to eat, but you know. There's no point in being rude when they're all stuck here for the foreseeable future.]

Investigation

[nothingcanstop]

[ They're still here, huh?

Now that there's been a day to settle in and...no real advancement on anything, it's time for Della to continue her library search, with some investigation. She's once again scaling the shelves, this time spending a good long time hunting for a secret passage or a special book or something to get a leg up.

She also still has no located the ladder, someone please please tell her there's a freaking ladder, just use the ladder, Della.

After this excursion, Della's going to be very interested in the locked vault door to the north. Not really...doing anything, noticeably? Just standing there, annoyed, kind of staring at it. ]

I think this guy might be the evil parallel universe version of my uncle.

[ That sure is a thing to say!

She'll end the day with a little perusing the art gallery. Everything looks...just a little bit off, compared to what she's used to? Considering all of the subjects of these pieces of art are humans (that's what she's come to learn they're called, humans) instead of ducks or dogs or bears or the like. It leads to a lot of turning her head and squinting. ]

vault door

[thieviusraccoonus]

Wait, your uncle owns a good underwater prison vault?

[Hey! Other animal person! Sly couldn't help noticing you notice the door that's been driving him crazy for the last day or so. Depending on how time was really moving around here.]

vault door

[hardnosed]

[ Jasper, who's leaning against a wall with her arms crossed over her chest, because of course she is, is initially going to cut into Della's reverie and tell her it's no use. If she couldn't budge it, there's no way this tiny feathery creature can accomplish anything, and honestly the fact that she'd even ponder it is a bit offensive. But the remark she makes raises another, more important question. ]

What in the stars is an uncle?

Library

[bolderfell]

...There's a ladder.

[Therion's tucked away around the corner of a shelf, seated on the floor with his back to the shelf end. He has to crane around the shelf to give her the Look he's giving her.]

art gallery

[fivestagegod]

[He isn't sure what brings him back here to begin with; thankfully it's not to set fire to the Vermeer, though he is still looking at that abstract thing funny because it being here just offends his sensibilities or something. Who knows, really.

That said, though, he's definitely not opposed to Della being here, even if she does seem a little. Wigged out?]

Something wrong with that one...?

[The...whatever she's looking at.]

[philoxenia]

[ Well, this is still horrible! But all things considered, it could be worse. Mira still isn't sure she can feel totally comfortable here, but... well, she's going to try and see what she can do to grasp some semblance of normality.

... It's kind of tough, but god, she is trying.

She doesn't even touch the fitness room, because she's definitely not gotten enough sleep for that, but she does hang around in the library for some time. (She might still be looking for secrets.) She does read, though, and even yoinks a couple to take back to her room.

After that-- the dining area, where she does a little experimenting. She tries for tuna Niçoise, but it ends up more like... a bed of greens with a can of tuna, vegetables, and some eggs on top. It's not bad, but not exactly what she was going for. Still, she's not going to waste it, so she'll eat it. There's a pot of tea, too--vanilla, for those with sharp noses, and if someone enters, she'll glance over. ]

Would you like some tea?

[ She goes back to the library to read... but later at night, entirely too late, she's out and about taking a leisurely stroll. That's probably safe! ]

[blackmass]

[Kirei, being...a lot of the way he was...seemed to prefer looming ominously to conversation, keeping to himself and generally hiding out in the library. Psychology appeared to be his current interest, or at least the thing that most held his attention. Though he might have been seen examining the arrangement of titles closely, as if taking some kind of mental inventory of what was available.]

Investi...gation...?

[bolderfell]

[Surely surprising no one, Therion keeps to himself as much as he can. He orders his lunch when fewer people are in the dining area and usually takes it to his room to eat. Whenever he does venture outside, he quickly occupies himself in solitary investigations--mostly of mundane modernities. Why. The hell. Did people invent chairs that spin?

Anyway.

Today, though, he spends more time out than in. He makes an early morning visit to the laundry room, though it quickly becomes clear he's not there to wash anything. He's still wearing the clothes he woke up in, the travel-worn cloak and scarf. He hasn't worn anything else. Still, here he is, rooting through the soap and supplies for something.

Later in the morning, he finds himself investigating the vending machine room. The machine at first merits no more than an uncertain glance. When it does nothing, Therion turns from it to examine one of the walls--the western wall, specifically. He spends a goodly amount of time running his fingers over it, knocking on different areas to see if the sound changes, and scrutinizing the joins to the other walls and floor.

Once he finally finishes with that, it's the machine's turn. For a while, he stares it down. Then, he tries tapping his key card to the bill slot, and when that proves fruitless, he tries inserting it. No dice. He fingers the coin slot before giving up on that and dropping to the ground.

This flap thing, that's interesting. He pushes it open a couple times, then sticks first one hand in, then the other, feeling around inside. It's not comfortable, and eventually he pulls back to shake his arms out. Or he tries, anyway. His left hand comes back out just fine. Something on his right wrist--well.

It gets stuck.

Therion clunks it against the opening a couple times, turning his arm at different angles, then swears under his breath. Once again, short-sightedness proves his downfall.

It's much, much later before the embarrassment fades enough to face the world, and even then, Therion radiates a powerful No-I-Do-Not-Want-To-Talk-Go-Away-Nothing-To-See-Here aura. He stalks straight to the library, where eventually the task of going through the titles on the shelf bleeds some of his tension away.

He selects a couple volumes on crime, naturally, but it seems he's not done as he wanders the shelves, looking for another subject entirely.]

[emberserker]

[Anna still isn't having a good day.

In the morning, you can find her in the dining area inspecting a pastry before reluctantly eating it, then at the north tunnel, though she doesn't seem as interested in the fish as she is in looking down at the plateau and the ocean plants.]

Come on, there's got to be something down there.

[Afternoon brings her to the art gallery, where she's looking over the paintings, but doesn't actually seem too interested in them. Honestly, it just seems like she's in here because she can be, which is better than hitting and throwing everything like she's been doing.

And she's back in the library come nighttime, but actually seems to be reading this time... if only in the geography books. Anna, you're from Earth. What.]