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! ]

Comments

[drladysounds]

I have already hit you a couple times!

[The tomato juice is the proof! Although she's not sure if she's imagining it -- it's red on orange, not easy to see! The fastball tomato flies fast, grazing her and pretty much freaking her out. Oh, snap, that was like a bullet.

Shelley needs to stop challenging people who are far better fighters than she is. Which is...pretty much everyone, she's not a fighter. No, this is not good. Better end this quickly]

But fine! No more playing around!

[Taking as many tomatoes as she can, she...pretty much launches herself at Jasper like she's going to shove all those tomatoes on her at once and also herself. Not the time for a desperate attack, Shelley!]

[hardnosed]

[ Oh, boy. ]

You've hit me— [ and she grins as she, too, runs at Shelley at full tilt, despite her newly acquired arsenal ] —but you haven't stopped me! In a real battle, your enemy won't just give up. It doesn't matter how many points you score.

[ But at just the moment where it seems she might stampede straight into her, tomatoes be damned, Jasper makes a hairpin turn and dashes past Shelley. ]

What matters [ and she turns on her heel, winds up, and throws her last tomato straight at Shelley's back, right between her shoulderblades ] is finishing them.

[drladysounds]

[You know, holding so many tomatoes at once may have been her undoing. When Jasper passes by, Shelley tries to turn around, some tilting like they're about to fall. Stopping them distracted her just long enough to be unable to even move while Jasper threw that.

Bam. It hits her right between her shoulderblades indeed! Shelley trips forward, falling on the bunch of tomatoes she had, and making a whole mess on the floor and herself. If someone came along, they may think this was a real murder, hah! Defeated, she can only lie down.

Despite that, she's laughing a little]

...wow, I made such a fool of myself. This is what I get for getting into a fight I was guaranteed to lose.

[Not that she regrets it. It was fun]

[hardnosed]

[ Jasper stands over her, and there's like... something more pleasant about her expression now. It's not much, and in fact is barely identifiable at all, but there's been some kind of shift in attitude. This is true primarily because Shelley can't actually see it at the moment. ]

At least you admit it. [ She circles around, so that when Shelley eventually gets up she'll be looming in front of her. Not holding out a hand or doing anything to help, of course, but at least she didn't walk out! ] There's nothing more pathetic than someone who doesn't know they never had a chance.

[ This is among the top ten in Jasper's long, long list of hypocritical statements, but it's fine, nobody's here to write her callout post. She rubs at the arm that got hit, casually scanning the room for all the poor tomatoes that gave their lives for this exercise. ]

Is agility training always this messy?

[drladysounds]

When training is good and useful either you end sore, or everything around you is destroyed. That has to be a golden rule of some sort.

[No pain, no gain. Or...in this case the pain is cleaning up everything.

...on the other hand...]

I don't really feel like cleaning any of this up.

[Let the Professor handle it, she thinks while standing up]

[hardnosed]

[ She shrugs, lifting one of her arms in a very vague gesture. ]

I don't see any rules about keeping this place neat. He can deal with it.

[ And if not, Seteth can just come in tomorrow and have a coronary! It'll be funny. Jasper looks over at the showers. ]

Maybe use one of those chambers first, though.