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

[hardnosed]

[ It takes her like five seconds. ]

... Give me one.

[philoxenia]

[ Nice.

She'll pour Jasper a cup, and add a little bit of sugar and cream before handing it over. ]

Here. I hope you enjoy it.

[hardnosed]

[ Instead of saying thanks, like a normal person, she just kind of does a grunt that's softer than usual while taking the tea. The cup's dwarfed by her hands, and — huh — is hot, as she said. The stuff Mira added must have been to cool it. Unnecessary for her, of course.

After a second, Jasper ventures a sip. ]

It's sweet. [ Of course, her only actual reference point for food is... ] Hey. I've got a question.

[philoxenia]

I added a little bit of sugar and cream, just in case.

[ She tilts her head, just slightly. ]

What is it?

[hardnosed]

There are these... things that grow on earth. Big, green things with black stripes. The outside doesn't really taste like anything, but the insides are pink and sweet.

[ And she just looks expectantly... at Mira... ]

Does that sound like anything you know?

[philoxenia]

Hmm... [ She thinks for a moment, and then-- ] Ah, I think so. Hold on...

[ She leaves, and a few moments later, she comes back with a few slices of watermelon--rind attached, of course. ]

Is this what you meant?

[hardnosed]

Yes! [ She actually seems excited to have correctly identified something, and points at the melon slices with one hand. ] They were whole last time, but that's it.

[ even without the context of malachite this probably, tragically, scans. ]

[philoxenia]

Mm, I asked for them to be sliced up since...

[ Well, she doesn't see any knives strong enough around here! ]

You enjoy watermelon, then?

[hardnosed]

It was — satisfying. At the time.

[ Don't probe this statement, Mira, just let it be. She sips at the tea again, evidently still pondering her final verdict. ]

I get the water part. [ DOES SHE... ] What's a melon?