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...





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[ 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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[bolderfell]

[Early afternoon finds Therion at a table in the lounge. It seems he needed the space afforded by the tabletop to lay out the contents of something he got from the vending machine. A board, paper bills, cards, tokens...

Oh, no. It's Monopoly.

Since Therion has no cultural context to warn him away, he's reading the instruction booklet with nothing stronger than idle curiosity. Eventually, it actually gets a little chuckle out of him.]

Really...

[Otherwise, he can later be found in the meeting room, clambering up onto the table to get a better look at the ceiling.]

lounge

[philoxenia]

[ Ah, there's Therion.

Ah, he has Monopoly.

She's a little hesitant to approach, but you know what? Fuck it. She walks over, gesturing to the seat across from him. ]

Do you mind if I take a seat?

[bolderfell]

[He flicks a hand after only the briefest of glances at her.]

It's not my table. Do what you want.

[philoxenia]

Well, sometimes people would rather be left alone...

[ But she takes a seat and gestures to the game. ]

I'm guessing this is new for you.

[bolderfell]

[Shrug.]

Nothing's stopping me from leaving, either.

[Rather than up and go, though, Therion sets the instructions down and picks up one of the player tokens, rolling it absently between his fingers.]

I'm familiar with games. [He doesn't sound persnickety about it, at least.] But no, I haven't seen this one before. You know it?

[philoxenia]

... That's true.

[ Hmm. She nods, though. ]

I do... maybe a little too well. I used to play it with a couple of people quite often.

[bolderfell]

Was it a favorite of yours, then?

[philoxenia]

Absolutely... if I was the one winning.

[bolderfell]

Heh. Wasn't expecting an answer like that from you.

[He puts the token down--a rocket ship, maybe. This version is based on something called The Rocket Kids, whatever that is.]

There was a merchant girl traveling with my group who'd love a game like this.

[philoxenia]

Well... there's plenty you don't know about me.

[ Ah. She wasn't expecting Therion to open up in any way, but. ]

Really? Maybe you should take this back to her i-- when we get out of here.

[bolderfell]

Bring a game with this many pieces out on the road? I don't think so.

[It's no Yahtzee: Travel Edition.]

I'll have to tell her about the money printed on paper, though. I'm sure she'll have ideas about that.

meeting room

[baitless]

[The meeting room does seem like a nice place to read or write quietly, but... hm. Therion messing around does throw that idea out the window, but...]

I do wonder if they actually would leave any sort of vulnerability there. I suppose it's worth investigating.

[bolderfell]

People rarely look up, is what I find.

[Can Therion even reach the ceiling is a question I don't know the answer to.]

And nothing's completely impregnable.

[baitless]

I imagine the ceiling wouldn’t open directly into the ocean, at least, since I would think that there need to be certain levels of structural integrity and failsafes to sustain our survival in the first place.

[...]

If you need some assistance in trying to reach the ceiling, I would be happy to help.

[he isn’t that much taller, but...]

[bolderfell]

[He grunts.]

I'm fine. I've handled higher.

[It's cool, he's got this.]

What do you mean about... structures and failsafes?

lounge

[nothingcanstop]

[ What happens is, Della seems the box and is by Therion's side in an instant. ]

Oh my gosh, Monopoly?! It's been...well it's been a really, really long time- where'd you get this?

[bolderfell]

From the... vending machine?

[He sort of gets that one. It's a machine that exchanges goods for coin. Like a vendor, except trying to rob it went way worse than it usually does for him.]

The large grey box. It has a slot for coin.

[nothingcanstop]

[ She nods enthusiastically. ]

Vending machine, yeah! [ So he's not familiar with it, huh. ] Ohh, I gotta pop some of those coins I found into that bad boy, if it's got stuff like this!

[bolderfell]

[Pff.]

No telling what you'll get from it, unfortunately. Seems to spit things out at random. But...

[He considers, then gives an expansive wave over his Monopoly set.]

You could make me a trade.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Oho. So that's what we're doing, huh? ]

A trade? ...Well, at the moment I have nothing to do so with...but the thing about this game is, it's the kind you can't really play by yourself.

[ She steeples her feathery fingers. ]

I'd probably require at least one game, before making anything final.

[bolderfell]

With me?

[Mostly he's amused, but he's also a smidgen surprised.]

You sure about that? I might not be familiar with this particular game, but my kind do have a reputation concerning dice.

[nothingcanstop]

And I have a reputation for being Della Duck, determined and competitive winner of Family Game Night three consecutive months, hold the applause.

[ A grin. ]

I'm definitely up to the challenge.

[bolderfell]

If you say so. Hm... so should you be the banker? Since it seems you're the reigning champion.

[He's already sorted and stacked the money and cards for her, at least. Also, for the record, his Monopoly version is based on "The Rocket Kids," so, uh. Choose your player token based on whatever you think THAT's about, I guess!

Therion picks a cartoony rocket that could look like a knife, if you squint.]

[nothingcanstop]

Ohhh, uhhh. [ She winces and laughs a little. ] Myyy uncle would never let us be the banker. Sort of a thing with...being rich and stingy. I can do my best, though.

[ What’s she to pick... Yeah she’ll pick a top hat that’s got a rocket on it. Sure. ]

[bolderfell]

Well, between you and a known thief, who would you rather have in charge of the fake money?