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...





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[ 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! ]

Comments

[fivestagegod]

Does it help to know that I don't really get it, either?

[So there's that.]

I'm not really into paintings and things like that. They're always just sort of there for me. Overpriced wall decorations.

It's just strange that these specific things are here. They're pretty famous, where I'm from.

[shieldsister]

My thoughts exactly.

[At least Birkin Gets It.]

Are they? [Huh...] So the implication is that he stole them. Is that correct?

[fivestagegod]

It does seem like it. Either that or there are some really unfortunate implications about the outside world.

[Like, there's not really much of anyone to steal from, or the world at large no longer cares. But that requires a really special kind of anarchy.]

[shieldsister]

Interesting.

[That's the sort of thing she should probably find at least mildly terrifying but nah, it's fine, probably.]

I doubt we'll be able to learn much more about the outside world any time soon.

[fivestagegod]

As obvious a solution as it seems, we could always ask. We can't be penalized for investigating the facility, according to the rules, and I assume that means interrogating his assistant. Assuming we don't get violent with it, of course.

[shieldsister]

I do plan on talking to her at some point. There are some things I'm curious about and I want to see how much she knows about us and our worlds. There's certainly no harm in pressing her for information about this world as well.

[fivestagegod]

The more we know about the state of things the better. It'll give us some idea of what our..."host" is like - the world usually shapes the person and all.

[shieldsister]

Agreed, though it may be possible that he isn't from this world either. If he has the power to bring us from such varying worlds, he might have come from somewhere else entirely and chose to settle here.

That's nothing more than speculation, of course. There's no way to know and our conversation with him told us little about him.

[fivestagegod]

I'm not denying that it's possible, but he implied that he's got funding here. He's on somebody's payroll, just not for this experiment, so he's probably someone familiar with this place at least.

[shieldsister]

That's true. It would make the most sense for him to be from this world, then.

[fivestagegod]

Probably. This whole...multiple-worlds business is a bit beyond me, if I'm honest.

[shieldsister]

Agreed. The best comparison I have are the planes of Oblivion, though this seems something not even Daedric Princes are capable of.

[fivestagegod]

Do me a favor for a moment and assume that I understand things from your world about as well as you understood the card reader last night. "Planes of Oblivion"?

[shieldsister]

[It gets something of a smirk out of her, but she'll elaborate.]

They're essentially another realm - one removed from the world of mortals. The planes of Oblivion are ruled by the Daedric Princes, powerful beings that exist within those realms and occasionally mettle in the lives of mortals. Each of the princes has a sphere of influence and their personality reflects in their plane of Oblivion. Mortals occasionally enter those planes and can be chosen to represent the Daedric Princes, but mostly they exist far from the lives of most men and mer.

[It's a very basic summation, but it's enough to get the point across.]

[fivestagegod]

I almost regret asking.

[why did he ask about homestuck.]

This sounds sort of beyond that, though, yes. Granted, we don't have anything similar where I'm from - we just have our world and that's about all we have solid knowledge of.

[shieldsister]

You're welcome.

[there's more where that came from!!!!!]

There is much we don't understand about our world, and I'm hardly a scholar. I doubt I know more than most people in Skyrim.

[except about one daedric prince but listen it's fine, don't worry about it.]

[fivestagegod]

Most of my knowledge is specialized. I'm the best in my field, but I freely admit I don't know everything there is to know about the world. It'd be kind of boring if I did, I think; part of the fun for me is closing the gap between what I know and everything there is to find out.

[shieldsister]

I can't say I'm surprised to hear that from you.

[ur a nerd, birkin]

My knowledge is likewise specialized, but I never would have guessed that I would be put in a position where most of it would be useless.

[like if we gotta kill a monster then she's your gal, but uh. hmm.]

[fivestagegod]

...I'd argue that your particular knowledge base is one of the least useless ones, depending on our interpretation of things.

[like, if we're looking this as purely a killing exercise? dude.]

[shieldsister]

[It gets a short, sharp laugh out of her.]

True enough. Consider yourselves lucky I don't want to play into the Professor's experiment.

[fivestagegod]

I'd say so. I've never been much of a fighter, myself - one of my... [how do you even classify- ] ...coworkers, I guess? He always handled that, if one of us had to.

[shieldsister]

Tell me about him.

[can she take him???]

[fivestagegod]

Al? He's pretty quiet, always really serious about everything. He started out a researcher with me, we were partners on a number of projects before he transferred out. I'm not sure if he was reassigned or if he just found something he liked better, but he did security stuff for a while, and he's in law enforcement now. He likes fighting; he's good with guns, but he's always liked just being able to punch things.

You'd probably like him, honestly.

[shieldsister]

A man who enjoys punching things would fit right in with the Companions. It sounds as though he's a bit brighter than most of my shield-brothers, however.

[Not that she's complaining, she loves those dumbasses but she will absolutely take every opportunity presented to drag them.]

What are "guns"?

[i'm so sorry]

[fivestagegod]

[...That's fine.]

Handheld projectile weapons. They're pretty deadly if you shoot them at someone; moreso than bows, because the projectiles are small but they get enough speed to just rip through a person.