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

[reallyhatesharks]

[Nova can be found in the tunnels for a chunk of the day. Unlike most people who do this, she looks distinctly and deeply uncomfortable. Particularly when larger fish swim by and she involuntarily flinches. As for why she's here when she clearly doesn't want to be: she's got a piece of paper balanced on a book and she's taking notes. Anyone passing by will hear her talking to herself.]

Rockfish or maybe snapper? Hard to tell, it wasn't close enough. Guess he wasn't lying about where we are, even if the Pacific's a big fucking place.

[Eventually, Nova moves to the dining area. Not to eat, exactly. Instead, she appears to be ordering increasingly specific and slightly bizarre dishes. You might encounter her ordering things like funeral potatoes, MREs, chili size, cotton candy, coffee crunch cake, and various increasingly elaborate sushi rolls. Feel free to eat any of the things she's been kind of piling up on one of the tables. She doesn't even like half of it.]

dining area

[emberserker]

[Anna stands off to the side, wrinkling her nose.]

What is all this? Did your hamburger explode?

[reallyhatesharks]

It's science, obviously.

[She does not elaborate, instead going back to the counter and ordering live octopus.]

[emberserker]

It's wasteful. You won't actually eat all that rubbish, will you?

[reallyhatesharks]

Yeah, given that the Professor said we could live here basically forever? Not worried about that. I'm more worried about how they make the food.

[Well. That sure is octopus. It's just raw, though, not still moving.]

Huh. Well that's something.

Tunnels

[bolderfell]

[Therion was just spacing out a little, watching the fish from their impossible depth, when he catches what she's saying.]

You know where we are?

[reallyhatesharks]

I'd need a nautical chart to pinpoint better, but the Professor wasn't lying about us being in the Pacific Ocean. [She points to a fish going by.] Pacific bluefin. Generally found in the Northern Pacific, but can migrate to the Southern Pacific. Great for sashimi.

[The fact that she's only seeing fish that match pre-sharknado species found in the Pacific is weird to her, but given the fact that they're all from different places that's probably only weird to her.]

[bolderfell]

[Yeah, no, he understands very little of what she's telling him, but it sounds like she believes it well enough.]

A nautical chart... Would something like that be in the library?

[reallyhatesharks]

Maybe. If they want to keep us truly in the dark, probably not. I'm the closest thing to a marine biologist here and this? [She makes a wide gesture to the whole of the tunnel.] Not exactly my area of expertise. I study sharks.

dining

[obstagoodboy]

[Piers watches this for a while, eventually just eating the funeral potatoes]

Trying to find its limits?

[reallyhatesharks]

Pretty much. The more specialized a dish is, the less like what I wanted what I get is. The potatoes were fine, the coffee cake less so.

[Like a poor imitation of the exact cake she was thinking of, basically.]

[obstagoodboy]

Huh... so probably not a professional, huh?

[reallyhatesharks]

Might not even be a person. Theoretically replicating or cloning food isn't impossible and if this facility is designed to house us forever that would be a more sensible solution to the problem.

[There's enough people that the pantry necessary to support all of them would be insane.]

Dining Area

[drladysounds]

...Should I ask what's...this?

[This is a potato, but she hasn't ever seen funeral potatoes before. It's strange, interesting, but not something you'd shove in your mouth right away]

[reallyhatesharks]

Funeral potatoes. [She seems to realize what a weird statement that is and backtracks immediately.] It's a kind of casserole? Mostly it's hashbrowns and cream of mushroom soup with potato chips.

[drladysounds]

Wow, it sounds good! It's clear as day it wasn't invented in the good ol' UK.

[It lacks a certain je ne sais quoi British food has, indeed, but it sounds really good]

tunnels

[nothingcanstop]

Taking stock of the locals?

[ Della's passing by and...can't help but hear her mumbling to herself. ]

Have you figured anything out?

[reallyhatesharks]

Pacific Ocean, possibly northern? I'm more familiar with coastal fish, unfortunately. [She pauses, looking over to Della.] And sharks, but we have bigger problems if sharks are that close.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Personal aside: ] Second person who brought up sharks, huh.

The kinds of fish around are a good map...but unfortunately that wasn't the part of traveling the globe I was focused on, whenever I did, so we're both stuck.

dining hall

[hardnosed]

[ Technically, Jasper gets it. This facility was built for humans, and humans, like most organic life, need some kind of nutritional input to continue existing. If the Professor wants the experiment to continue, he has no choice but to provide them with it.

This does not keep her from walking into the dining hall and regarding the table full of food as if it's a particularly baffling insult to her, personally. She stomps on over, stares down like she can intimidate it into giving up its secrets, and then just kind of

sticks a finger in the cotton candy. ]

Huh. [ And okay, there's also a human in here, that's fine! ] What's the meaning of this?

[reallyhatesharks]

I'm a scientist and I'm doing science.

[Granted, she technically didn't go to school for that or anything so her idea of science really verges on the edge of Mythbusters-style "remember kids, the only difference between science and screwing around is writing it down" rather than carefully controlled, double-blind anything.]

[hardnosed]

That doesn't explain anything. [ ... ] This is... food, right? None of it's good for anything else.

dining area

[baitless]

[Seteth looks deeply concerned as he walks into the dining area to eat some danged food and... sees... all of that....]

...

You're... not going to eat all of that, are you.

...

Are you going to eat any of it?

[reallyhatesharks]

You can have anything but the cake. [A beat.] And the chili size.

[That wasn't exactly the question but that's her answer.]

[baitless]

...

[Seteth gazes over the assorted dishes in befuddlement.]

The cake I can identify, but I must confess, I am unfamiliar with a... chili size.