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

[nothingcanstop]

[ Him being done with them is somehow not a great thought. ]

Or, maybe they don't run on batteries. Maybe he's using some other kind of resource... Ugh, I don't want to talk to him, but if he at least gave us a way to yell at him that'd be great. Especially after displaying his lovely personality. Blech.

[mouflon]

I mean, we do have one, don't we? Just go ask that girl about it. If she's working for him, she deserves whatever yelling you decide to sling her way.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della hesitates for a moment. ]

Yeah, well... I'm not really interested in playing telephone. If I yell at someone, I want to yell at the manager, not the retail.

[mouflon]

I guess I can respect that. Still, don't you think you're letting her off too easy? Her job is to keep us docile and compliant. That makes her more than a civilian in a warzone — she's an enemy combatant.

[ there are two kinds of people metaphors ]

[nothingcanstop]

Oh no, I'm not letting her off easy. And I'm certainly not going to keep compliant. ...Honestly I've got my own things I want to yell at her about. Just...they're different from the Professor's. Fit the crime, fit the time, or...however that saying goes again.

[ A moment, and- ] Maybe if I complain enough she'll give me a screwdriver.

[mouflon]

If she does, I bet it won't be one that fits any of the screws in this place. I doubt the Professor is careless enough to approve anything else.

[nothingcanstop]

[ She snorts. Don't ask how a duck can do that please I beg you ]

We'll wake up one day and he'll move everything just an inch to the right, just to screw with us.

[ ...This isn't her kid, she can like, half-swear in front of her, right? That's how parenting works? ...Sure. ]

[mouflon]

[ That does make Rin smile a hair. ]

I wonder if he's really that petty. My thought was just that setting up something like this must have taken an astronomical amount of planning, so I doubt he would give us anything that would let us take a panel off the wall. You might be better off cutting out the middle step and just asking for spare parts to begin with, actually.

[nothingcanstop]

[ See, this is Della's true power: Bonding via complaining. ]

Don't forget funding. Apparently he's got people paying for all this. [ Hmm. ] ...That's a good point, though. Scraps to tinker with until I can make something...useful.

[ She taps the blackberry. ]

But since these probably have a connection to wherever he's broadcasting from...that's really why I'd want to get a look inside it. Rig up something to get some contact with the outside world.

[mouflon]

I guess it's all moot point until you get your hands on something one way or another. Not to mention, I figure he's listening in on what we say to one another, so it's a little dangerous to actually brainstorm this way...

[nothingcanstop]

...Aw, phooey. That's a good point. No brainstorming like this, then, got it.