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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investigation!

[emberserker]

[After Anna's attempt and failure to get the calendar, she'll be investigating in the north tunnel. Mostly checking out the floor, honestly, she seems to think there must be something there to start.

Later, she'll be in the meeting room, though she doesn't seem to be there to see Angel. Instead, she's writing something down furiously, barely noticing if anyone comes in.

In the dining hall come evening, she seems to have resigned herself to curry schnitzel, which actually came out perfectly fine due to being normal people food and not Fine Dining. She's changed into the jeans and tacky shirt to eat, though, and is glaring at anyone who comes in.]

dining hall

[fivestagegod]

[Birkin is one of those people who eats when he remembers to (and barely ever actually remembers to), so it's somewhat of a miracle that he's in here at a sane time; he doesn't seem too interested in actual food, but he does notice Anna in all her...really colorful glory over there.]

Well, they do say tie dye is making a comeback nowadays.

[emberserker]

Put a cork in it, will you. I'm not ruining any of my good clothes, so this monstrosity they gave me will have to do. I doubt you haven't found anything hideous yourself.

[fivestagegod]

Come now. I was a teenager in the 70s, I've probably worn worse than any of the things we've got lying around here.

[emberserker]

In that case, wouldn't you have no business judging what others end up having to wear?

[fivestagegod]

I'm pretty sure if I was judging you, you'd know it and you probably would have thrown something at me already, since restraint seems a bit beyond you.

[emberserker]

Oh, shut up. Are you even going to eat anything?

dining hall

[shieldsister]

[Aela has obtained food (oh my god that is so much meat) and when she notices Anna she just invites herself over and takes a seat directly across from her.]

You look agitated. [thanks, aela.] What's on your mind?

[emberserker]

The casual clothes they give you here are hideous. Unfortunately, I don't want to ruin my good ones. [sigh] Besides, talking to Angel the other day didn't give me much that was useful, either. Just the year and the fact that the Professor's clearly feeding her instructions and listening in on her "confidential" conversations.

[shieldsister]

I understand your irritation with the clothes.

[does she look like a woman who would wear jeans??? or anything remotely modern, tbh???]

That sounds interesting, though. Does the Professor have some way to listen in on all of us at all times?

[emberserker]

Oh, probably, though I can't say for certain. He'd probably be tapping the phones to listen in or something of the like. He seems the technology sort.

[shieldsister]

"Tapping the phones"? What does that mean?

[i'm so sorry, anna.]

[emberserker]

It's an expression. That is, it would seem he'd be able to listen in wherever we are, like you said. Probably either through our devices or somewhere in the building itself.

investigation!

[bathymetric]

[ The tunnel, you say? Well, what's she looking for on the floor? ]

[emberserker]

[Any weird panels that look like they could hide a secret hatch or switch somewhere!]

[bathymetric]

[ There doesn't seem to be much of that here, unfortunately - the floor is pretty solid. Anywhere else she'd like to check in here? ]

[emberserker]

Ughhhhhhhhh.

[And she was sure, too. Well, how about out the windows, is there anything but fish? Any hint of, say, something anchoring the facility to the plateau or anything underneath there?]

[bathymetric]

[ Now this gets her something! If she stands at the very eastern edge of the tunnel... is that a tunnel beyond where the big locked vault door is? ]

[emberserker]

Hmm.

[So that leads to a tunnel, then. Is it going any particular direction or just up to funnel air in here or what?]

meeting room

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della wanders into the meeting room, but whatever she had in mind goes out the window. Usually you leave people to their own devices when they're angry, but, well, she has a lot of experience with Donald... ]

What're you writing there?

[emberserker]

Keeping my thoughts straight.

[Anna immediately turns the paper over, but Della will likely catch that the notes are written in German anyway.]

I don't want to stay in this place forever, and if we have to escape, so be it.

[nothingcanstop]

[ German ain't something she can read, but she's not looking to sneak a peek anyway!

Della takes a seat across from Anna. ]

Of course. None of us want to stay here. Escape's at the front of everyone's minds.

[emberserker]

Not that we've gotten anywhere. He's clearly hidden things around the laboratory, though.

[nothingcanstop]

It's slow-going, that's for sure...but that doesn't mean we aren't all going to try our hardest.

Have you found anything? Secrets?

[emberserker]

This morning, I found that that vault door leads to an elevator, but of course we still don't know where it goes off to.