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

Dining hall

[bolderfell]

[It's an unassuming little pot that catches Therion's attention. It's a little funny, actually. His eyes skim right over it and then return for a double-take.]

...Do you mind if I...?

[She just said he could take anything, but he looks to her as he points to the salve--as if she might change her mind, for a thief.]

[shieldsister]

Go right ahead.

[She gestures for him to take it.]

Do you recognize it?

[bolderfell]

[He opens it before answering, then lets a soft laugh out through his nose. Yep, he knows that smell.]

Yeah. It's... not mine, exactly, but it was made for me.

[Huh. That sounds like it's a lot more meaningful out loud than it did in his mind. Therion shakes his head.]

You might want to rethink giving it up for free. Works pretty well on scrapes and things.

[shieldsister]

[The words get a small smirk from her.]

If you're so intent on paying me back, then let me ask a favor of you at some point.

[bolderfell]

...You at least have a type of favor in mind?

[shieldsister]

Not yet. You have my word it will be something simple.

[bolderfell]

[After a while, he shrugs and nods.]

All right. I've agreed to worse deals than a simple favor. And I could use this stuff, after a week.

[The salve vanishes under his cloak.]

[shieldsister]

Of course. I certainly wouldn't give you a bad deal on it.

[Therion is one of the people here who is Most Acceptable, so at least there's that...???]

[bolderfell]

[Aela is so nice to this sticky-fingered edgelord.]

I'd hope not. Don't think it's in anyone's best interest to annoy a thief when the goal's getting out of somewhere.

[shieldsister]

Hah, well said. Let's hope the others are bright enough to realize that.