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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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! ]

Comments

[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.

[shieldsister]

[...hmm.]

Such a thing sounds impossible. While bows certainly do have their weaknesses, I find it hard to imagine something like that could be more deadly.

[fivestagegod]

They're powered by combustion - they create a small explosion that expels the projectile. So they're not limited by a human being's draw strength.

[shieldsister]

...A controlled explosion to force the projectile to fire faster... That is impressive.

[On the one hand, she hates that she finds it impressive because bows are great and her weapon of choice, but on the other hand holy shit.]

[fivestagegod]

It is, I guess. They're common weapons nowadays; I usually carry one in case something happens. My work is important, and being able to defend myself from people who might want to interfere with it is a good thing. I'm not very good with them, though.

[shieldsister]

I would like to get the chance to see one, but that seems like a terrible idea here.

[hopefully there are no guns in the vending machine.........]

[fivestagegod]

...I'm sure the windows are shatterproof, but that still doesn't make it a good idea.

[Like, we won't all die, probably, but someone's going to.]

[shieldsister]

I doubt the Professor would allow such a stupid oversight, but some of the most brilliant minds tend to lack common sense.

[fivestagegod]

They do. Either way, it's...definitely for the best that we don't have anything like that here. I don't like them much.

[Dislikes: handguns.]

[shieldsister]

[Ah, right, that explains that...]

Because you don't like using them?

[fivestagegod]

Not really a fighter, remember?

[shieldsister]

Fair enough. Someone had to be the brains between you and your friend, I'm sure.

[fivestagegod]

Yeah, when I mentioned that guy I know that would immediately start trying to find a way to kill everyone here? That's Al.

[like, he's great but also: shortsighted as shit.]

[shieldsister]

Hah, can't say I'm surprised. Quite a few of the younger Companions would be just as rash and foolhardy. It isn't anything the rest of us would find forgivable, even with the circumstances, but there will always be those who act before thinking.

[fivestagegod]

One of the few unifying traits, I guess.

[shieldsister]

Regardless of the differences in our worlds, there will always be idiots.