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! ]

Comments

[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! ]

dining area

[hardnosed]

Some what.

[ Oh, good, it's her again! ]

[philoxenia]

[ ah, the giant grumpy woman ]

Have you ever had tea? It's a hot, sometimes flavored, drink.

[hardnosed]

... I've had water.

[ She's literally talking about having seawater in her mouth. It's fine. ]

It's cold. Is this used for a different purpose?

[philoxenia]

Sort of... some people drink tea to relax, or just to have something different. Or they have it with friends, along with snacks.

Night

[bolderfell]

You're out late.

[He says quietly from behind her, like the creeper he is.]

[philoxenia]

[ And she jumps--whatever she expected, someone else being out this late sure wasn't it!

She turns to him, though, pushing a bit of hair out of her eyes. ]

I-- couldn't sleep.

[bolderfell]

[He steps better into view, loosening his scarf.]

Sure. But this is the hour when shady types wander around.

[philoxenia]

Well... you're not wrong.

[ She doesn't ask him if he's one of those so-called shady types. ]

But so far, I haven't run into any trouble.

nighttime

[shieldsister]

[Mira isn't the only one out late. Aela's more or less patrolling the tunnels, looping around into the common areas where she can glance into the rooms and down the hallway of the dorms before turning back around. It seems less like a security precaution and more because she doesn't really know what to do with herself otherwise.

She pauses in her rounds when she notices Mira.]

Can't sleep?

[philoxenia]

[ By now, she's got a pad of paper in hand, and a pen. It looks like she's drawing the fish that swim by, but she looks up from her work when she sees Aela. ]

No... I couldn't. [ A kind of sheepish laugh. ] I guess a few of us can't.

[shieldsister]

[She's not going to barge into Mira's space to come look, but she's definitely eyeing the paper curiously.]

Indeed. What are you working on?

[philoxenia]

[ Luckily, she doesn't mind showing her! She's actually pretty good. ]

I've been drawing the fish as they come along.

dining area

[emberserker]

I don't see why not, unless it's as ridiculous as the food. They've got a sad idea of what Fischbrötchen is supposed to be.

[Anna gestures at what looks more like a Filet-O-Fish.]

It's as if they don't know anything about food.

[philoxenia]

[ Oh, that's just a crime. ]

Maybe the chef is a robot whose programming doesn't allow for more complex recipes. [ She says it so matter-of-factly, too. Stranger things, right? ]

I tried ordering tuna Niçoise... and it's not terrible, but I wish I could get into the kitchen and cook something myself.

[emberserker]

Oh, at this rate, probably. He did go on about complicated equipment or what have you. I know someone was ordering some ridiculous amount of things earlier and not eating any of them.

[philoxenia]

... Really?

[ ... she guesses there are worse things to do, but. ]

I suppose that's a way to test what we can actually order here.

dining area

[fivestagegod]

[Tea, huh.

...It can't possibly hurt anything at this point, really; he's in here because he tends to forget to eat if he's not, like, told to, but he's never spoken to this one and there's really no point in being rude to the girl if she's offering.]

Sure. It's good of you to offer.

[He'll come over, at any rate.]

Mira, isn't it?

[philoxenia]

[ If she were a little more comfortable with people saying stuff like that, she might brush it off, but... instead, she just looks a little unsure. Still, she nods. ]

That's right. [ Even if she hasn't read the profiles in-depth, she does know enough to put names to faces. ] You're William, right?

[fivestagegod]

That's me, yes.

[He's not going to bother correcting that particular form of address, at least not for now. He just kind of accepts that He's William Now.]

It's been a weird couple of days. Are you holding up all right?

[philoxenia]

[ ain't murdergames wild

She's quiet for a while before she nods, slowly. ]

I'm... doing about as well as anyone else could in a situation like this. What about you?

library

[reallyhatesharks]

[Nova's here looking for something, apparently. When she hears someone approaching, though, she straightens up.]

Oh, hey. Looking for something?

[For the record, she's wearing the suit but without the provided shirt so the jacket's just showing off a lot of cleavage. She does wish her lipstick didn't go missing somewhere between the American Revolution and the Wild West, but eh. Not having makeup is really the least of their problems right now.]

[philoxenia]

Oh-- sort of.

[ Holy shit, Nova. She absolutely notices that, but she's not going to make it obvious she does. Anyway, she crosses over to one of the shelves, scanning it. ]

I'm mostly impressed with how big this place is... Especially as it's underwater.

[reallyhatesharks]

I don't really think this was built for us. Feels like it was designed for marine research.

[Nova pulls a book on American culture off a shelf. She's working under the assumption that these books come from whatever world they're in and trying to plot the differences between her world and this one.]

I mean, yeah. You can build what's effectively a prison at the bottom of the ocean but why add so many windows? There's a reason submarines don't usually have windows. Having so many only increases your chances of something cracking and causing a huge problem.

[philoxenia]

... That's what I've been worried about.

[ She grimaces a little. ]

Even with the thickest glass, that could be a possibility, right? So... there must be something else going on here, and I'm not sure about magic, but...