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

[emberserker]

[In the morning, Anna heads to the vending machine with a handful of coins... where you might hear a scream, or just have a cup of earthworms flung straight at your face if you happen to be anywhere in throwing distance.]

What is wrong with this thing?

[...apparently, that still doesn't stop her from continuing to put her coins in, though, since you can next find her in the hall lugging a two-handed axe towards her room. It's half her own size. What is this.

She'll go to the art gallery later on, though it doesn't seem to have much of a calming effect; she's just pacing and muttering to herself without even looking at the paintings. Well, there was an effort. Same with the dining hall come supper, where you can find her glaring at a cup of tea as if it's personally offended her. So... like she normally looks, really.]

vending machine

[gangrene]

[ doesn't seem to be fazed with the earthworms on his face ]

Too fresh?

[emberserker]

What -- is this normal for you? I don't have any use for worms! Besides, what would you even want them for down here?

[gangrene]

Not part of my diet... but not the worst thing out there.

[ and he seems to think about it for a moment before grinning ]

Bait.

[emberserker]

With what boat? Besides, we've got food here.

[gangrene]

Well, if you want something fresher. [ shrugs ]

[emberserker]

We still don't have any cooking facilities. It also gave me all this butter and coconuts, so I don't think it got the memo.

[gangrene]

--What is it with this vending machine?

[emberserker]

I have no idea. Whatever passes for the Professor's amusement is just as out there as his idea of good research projects.

Axe. I mean hall.

[bolderfell]

[Whoa now.]

...Isn't that thing a little big for you?

[emberserker]

Well, I'm not just going to leave it at the vending machine!

[She lifts and lowers it to carry in another burst.]

[bolderfell]

...Fair. But you're going to hurt yourself carrying it like that.

[...]

Or someone else.

[emberserker]

I didn't ask.

[But she shifts her grip anyway and lifts it up with minor effort and apparently a lot of concentration.]

What, have you gotten anything out of it?

[bolderfell]

The machine? A few things. Nothing much of use.

[emberserker]

Don't tell me they gave you butter and coconuts, too.

[bolderfell]

...No, nothing that bad. Some kind of game. Clothes.

[emberserker]

Oh, I got clothes too, but disgustingly hideous ones.

Hall

[drladysounds]

...wow. In one swift move you have ensured nobody will ever come after you. Nobody dares to mess with someone with an axe.

[Looking cool, Anna!]

[emberserker]

I won't complain about getting this back, but how did they even fit this into the prize machine? Have you seen it?

[drladysounds]

I'd say magic but since it's you I'm sure you already discarded that as an option.

[...in which case...]

Nope, I got nothing.

[emberserker]

It doesn't make sense with magic. You know what the Professor's like. All he ever said was going on about his machines.

[drladysounds]

So the machine makes things smaller, and when it comes out it returns to normal size...

[Sounds plausible enough]

What other things come out of it? I haven't ever used it.

[emberserker]

Mostly rubbish. Tacky clothes, perishable food, bugs for some reason.

[drladysounds]

So it's like the Professor shoved all his garbage in that machine, trying to make us deal with it.

[Rude, Professor]

[emberserker]

Apparently. And ours, too. Honestly, the fact that he's gone through our things is almost more disturbing than the rest of this.