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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THURSDAY

[bathymetric]

[drladysounds]

[Anna chastised her for giving up. This is it: Shelley is inspired. She's going to take a grip on her future and bend it to her will! What's something she has always wanted to do and never got the time for?

Writing! Her favorite genre is going to receive the blessings of Shelley Winters! For two days Shelley worked in her room, filling page after page of feverish writing. And finally...

...here she is at the library, giving it her last touches. Her work is done! To her side there's a 250 pages long handwritten manuscript]

...aaaaand done. Oh, Shelley, you so are the next Jane Austen.

[She places the last page on the pile, grinning with pride. This is a job well done!]

[snackooed]

Wow, that's pretty sizable for less than a week of work! I guess it is true when they say that limitation breeds creativity...

[ Ema's always been more of a science-minded person than a creative-type...or, at least, that's what she tells herself. Still, there's no denying that drafting something up so quickly is impressive! ]

So? Are you going to tell me all about it?

library

[thieviusraccoonus]

Seems like everyone here is into this place.

[A quiet observation he decides to speak aloud, since everyone around here apparently can't hear him coming?? A lifetime of sneaking around has become his downfall, it seems.]

You're the first I've seen writing something down, though.

Library

[ladygeryon]

Wow! [Nira sounds pretty impressed as she looks at that.] How long have you been working on this?

library

[philoxenia]

[ Oh, wow. Mira's eyes widen a little as she looks at the impressive amount of work. ]

You wrote that all by hand?

investigating sorta

[obstagoodboy]

[Piers has mostly just been ghosting around the facility in shock. He's never been the most proactive guy, after all. But today you might find him in the art gallery- he doesn't recognize any of the paintings. And the fact that there's not a single pokemon in any of them just adds more to the idea that he really is in a completely different reality.

You might catch him lifting the paintings to look behind them?

Later you might find the Meeting Room door closed. but if you get close you might here... singing inside? Yeah he's practicing in there while fiddling with the projector.]

meeting room

[emberserker]

[Anna stands outside for a bit, pacing, before she knocks.]

What, are you trying to impress Angel in there?

Meeting Room

[ladygeryon]

[Huh. Nira hears that, and after a pause where she prepares to knock, lowers her hand instead and leans against the door to listen and wait for a pause in the music to enter.]

art gallery;

[valentinus]

[ He'll come along Piers doing his thing over and caught him lifting the paintings. ]

Investigating?

investigation

[bathymetric]

[ Unfortunately, everything's been found in here for now! He's free to find the same conclusions William came to earlier in the week, though, and the gap where the Blue Key was! ]

[fivestagegod]

[So because Birkin is like this and people in his world convey messages exactly one way – with Big Ominous Signs outside of perfectly normal rooms for literally no reason – he seems to have constructed a decent-sized Big Ominous Sign by way of creative folding and notching sheets of paper together, with words written across them in handwriting which is, frankly, godawful.

WEIRD STUFF REPOSITORY
IF YOU WANT WEIRD STUFF, THIS PLACE IS FOR YOU

This particular sign is set up outside the laundry room, where Birkin can again be found sitting atop one of the machines like a total goddamn weirdo, working on what are probably notes and otherwise seeming content to listen to the machines do their thing, because he is in fact actually washing clothes in here today. Spread out across some of the dryers are the stuff he's giving away here; come and take whatever you want, should you want anything, he's certainly not going to stop you.]

The clothes that are over there are washed, by the way. They came out of the machine, god only knows where they've been.

[...Yes, Shelley's gravestone is propped up against one of the machines as well. Yes, he is giving away a stick of butter. Yes, that is a blobfish kigurumi because the universe is a cold and unfeeling place.

He seems pretty scarce for most of the day, though, outside of the weird stuff; he usually knows better than to be outside his room at night, because that seems like a good way to get killed, but the lounge seems safe enough and it's within easy distance. At least he's not got the smooth jazz going tonight; he's just kind of on one of the couches, seeming kind of focused on something – he's got a large golden locket with him, circular in design, and once in a while he flicks it open before closing it almost immediately. He doesn't seem to be doing anything else, just looking at this thing like it's vexing him for some reason.

Open and shut. Open and shut. Open and shut. Long gold chain swishing a little when he moves. God. Okay. This is here and he doesn't quite know what to do with that.]

Weird Stuff Repository

[drladysounds]

Oooh, it's like a small yard sale! Don't mind if I do...!

[She stops when she sees that gravestone. For a moment she seems a bit confused, until her eyes light up with realization.]

Oh. I had totally forgotten about that. Thanks for the memories, Professor...?

[She doesn't really appreciate this, at all]

Weird Stuff

[thieviusraccoonus]

Well, far be it from me to deny some free stuff.

[He's already poking around the items being offered.

Good lord he's beelining for the tiger stripe suit.]

Hey, do you think I could pull this off? Be honest.

lounge

[baitless]

[...he's been reading a book in the lounge long enough to notice Birkin doing... that, and while he dithers a bit before asking, he eventually closes the book and looks over at him.]

Is something troubling you?

[...YOU KNOW, ASIDE FROM THE OBVIOUS...]

Weird stuff

[bolderfell]

[What a weird place to set up a weird stuff repository, but then, perhaps Birkin is a weird fellow? Therion hasn't spoken with him yet, only knows what he observed during that meeting with the Professor the first day.

It's kind of like market in here, which is as familiar to Therion as anything. The wooden flute eventually catches his eye.]

This is well-made.

weird stuff

[shieldsister]

[Wow, that handwriting is some of the worst she's ever seen, and she hangs out with people who may or may not be illiterate. Anyway, she does end up wandering in to check it out, and she's not entirely surprised to find Birkin inside. Researchers often tend to have horrible handwriting, after all.]

Is all of this from that machine? I see it holds some very... interesting items.

[She's giving the clothes the most (unsure) look her face can manage.]

weird stuff

[reallyhatesharks]

[Most of the stuff? Not anything Nova wants. Bodycon dress covered in pictures of Nicolas Cage? Ok, technically she still doesn't want it but she figures she can just turn it inside-out and then she'll finally have something marginally wearable.]

I'm taking this. [She holds it up, just to clarify what "this" is.] And if you ever get another one, I'll take that one too.

Weird Stuff

[lovelikeyou]

Oh! This is so cute!

[Rose is holding up the Nisse. It's so weird and hairy!]

Did you get anything you liked? [he must not have liked any of this if he's giving it away]

lounge

[nothingcanstop]

[ The only thing to really do here is talk to each other, isn't it? That's fine. That's more than there was to do on the moon, so honestly Della's taking every opportunity to socialize.

Though, is that a good idea right now...? She finds herself hesitating for a moment after the glint of the locket catches her eye. ]

That another something that popped out of the vending machine?

[philoxenia]

[ Thursday finds Mira, early in the morning, going to the laundry room. She's wearing... well, the jeans and shirt, because she needs to wash her pajamas and other clothes. She's there pretty early--like, 5AM early--and she isn't expecting anyone to come in, which is why she's writing away in her notebook.

After that, she's in the dining hall for breakfast--there seems to be a waffle bar set up, with the usual tea, and there's a sign telling people to help themselves.

And then later on, she goes to the vending machine. Some of these things are normal! Others are, um. Not. Holy shit, that's a lot of weapons, and is that cyanide? That's... that's definitely cyanide. She's absolutely wrapping that in the bathrobe, for safety. ]

He really isn't joking around here...

[archboxer]

[That vending machine was... quite an ordeal, really. Rhea feels like she needs to go find a mop--

Wait. Hold on. A glint of gold catches her eye when she passes Mira's pile of things. There's a hiss as she takes in a breath.]

How--? Why here?

[She's being mocked, surely.]

laundry

[emberserker]

[Anna's also stuck in the jeans and shirt today, so she grumbles as she comes in with armfuls of nice clothes that are probably supposed to be dry-clean only. She stops at the door and stares a second.]

You're up this early, really?

laundry room

[precognit]

[Surprise! Guess who's a vampire, doesn't sleep, and therefore has little concept of what's early or late! Guess who is also here to do her laundry, though in true Alice fashion she's chosen to wear the suit from her closet. You know. Casual.

She sets her little bundle of laundry on top of one of the washers, and then starts to throw her few items of clothing into the barrel of the machine. All of this is done silently enough that Mira might not even notice, if she's not keeping an ear open.]

Good morning, Mira!

[hardnosed]

[ Jasper is not having a good time, and nobody is surprised! It's not that she's never been cooped up in a closed environment, but that's always been transport, and she's always been aware of why she was there. Here, their captivity is purposeless. The only thing that really matters is that Rose Quartz is here, but thanks to the Professor's dampening of her powers she can't even address that properly. It's not even that she doesn't think, with her customary arrogance, that she couldn't demolish her in a fair fight — but to take her out without the grand final showdown she's spent so long envisioning, in another world entirely, at the whim of some human too weak to even show his face? Even victory would leave a bad taste in her mouth. She's restless and irritable and useless right now, and she knows it. So she does what she always does when she feels helpless or angry: she reminds herself of her own physical prowess by taking her pent-up energy out on something else.

In the fitness room it appears she's attempting to lift literally everything she can find inside — not just the weights, but the racks they're on and the various machines too. Everything that proves too heavy earns a furious grunt and some manhandling, plus a dirty look at anyone who catches sight of her failure, and everything she still can manage... well, you might might come in to find a giant pyramid of various heavy junk in the middle of the room. Jasper might be spiking a medicine ball at it. She might be trying and failing to drag a rowing machine across the room with her bare hands. This is fine.

The mysterious pile of coins she finds when she returns to her room are confusing to say the least, and when she comes out into the lounge with them sandwiched in one enormous fist she's more confused than annoyed. It's confusing enough that she'll actually flag down the nearest person to growl: ]

What's the meaning of this?

[ Whenever she gets the memo, she heads on over to the vending machine room to redeem her coins — it's at least something new to do in the midst of all this maddening sameness — and roughly feeds them into the machine one by one. And out comes... what. Literally what is any of this. Whether you explained this to her initially or just happen to be here to get some rewards of your own, she'll have the same reaction to pretty much any of the items that come tumbling out, which is either a what is this? or explain this depending on how weird it is. There are only three exceptions. The rock she simply evaluates and then sets down. The uncut diamond earns a glare and an is this some kind of joke? And the sword, which appears last of all, inspires the incredibly scanlationy— ]

That's...!

[ Jasper's eyes go wide with unguarded shock. She lifts it high, examining the scabbard and the hilt before unsheathing the sword proper to test its edge. The way she handles it, compared to how she roughly cast aside literally everything else, is like night and day. It could be mistaken for reverence; the low, ominous chuckle that comes from her when she slides it back into its sheath decidedly cannot. She takes it (and the rock, and inexplicably the parkour book) back to her room with a surprising amount of quiet before returning to grab the other assorted crap.

Finally, you can find her walking the halls at virtually all times of the night and early morning, as if she's doing rounds. Or maybe she's just pacing, in a rough square, for a really, really, really long time. ]