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! ]

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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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FRIDAY

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SATURDAY

[bathymetric]

[ Enjoy it while you can, you won't see another one for a while. ]

[precognit]

[Alice wakes up bright and early on Monday. Well, 'wakes up' is perhaps a misnomer. She gets out of her bed from her night of reading a pilfered library book, and gets dressed, and leaves her room. She heads for the dining area first, figuring she might as well get feeding out of the way. She sits for a minute with her breakfast—which appears to be some kind of smoothie in an opaque container with an opaque straw—folded up in a chair wearing the same outfit she had on yesterday. Despite the early hour of 8 AM, she doesn't appear tired or sleep-rumpled in the slightest.

Eventually, once her juice box is empty and has been shoved all the way to the bottom of a trash can, Alice heads to the lounge and sits cross-legged in front of the television, flipping it on and discovering immediately that the only channel available is smooth jazz and stock photos. She pulls a face, horrified.]

Is this supposed to be soothing? Gross!

[She's just going to...go back to her book, glancing up occasionally as people come in and out of the room, and if you happen to glance her way, she'll smile and wave!]

Lounge

[bolderfell]

What... is that.

[Aren't they underwater? What are all these pictures? What is this strange music?]

[precognit]

Smooth jazz. It's a bastardization, if you ask me. Real jazz, the stuff I grew up hearing, is a thousand times better.

[bolderfell]

I mean... what is that.

[And he gestures at the screen.]

It's the same thing the Professor used to talk to us. Right?

[precognit]

Hm? Oh, the television?

[Alice smiles, realizing her mistake, and reaches forward to flip through the channels, the rest of which are just static.]

It's a display that can show all kinds of things. Like...plays, or speeches, or dramatic presentations. [laughs!] It's usually much better than this!

[bolderfell]

[Wow, that noise is terrible. Why does everything here make such awful noises? Therion rubs the corners of his eyes.]

That Anna girl said there wasn't any magic here. So how...?

[precognit]

Magic? [Alice laughs.] No, no, nothing like that. It's electricity. The same force that lights this place up, and unlocks our bedroom doors. It's like...if you took lightning and harnessed its power.

[snackooed]

[ Ema Skye isn't exactly a morning person. Especially not on Mondays, of all days, but nonetheless, she's up and at 'em with the best of them when the lights go up...though she might be a bit of a zombie until she manages to head to the dining room and get some coffee in her system.

Thankfully, after a few cups of that, she seems raring to go! The library seems like the best way to pass the time productively, and she's brought a mug of the stuff in with her to sip on while she does some light reading on psychology, with a dash of criminology. She's skimming pretty quickly, but it's with intent..!

In the early afternoon, though, she's quick to flag down the first participant she sees on her way to the dining area with her best smile and an offer! ]

Hey! Come grab a bite with me? Scientifically speaking, you should never eat lunch alone! Trust me, there are all kinds of studies on this!

[ It might be hard for her to take "no" for an answer on this one... ]

[bolderfell]

...You're saying it isn't magic, but it still sounds like something scholars came up with--harnessing the world's forces for their own purposes. What's the difference?

[precognit]

Well...you're not wrong. It's a fine distinction. But it's based in science.

Lunch

[bolderfell]

[...

He pulls his scarf up higher and keeps walking. Maybe she'll get the hint.

On the other hand, he's still walking towards the dining area, so...]

afternoon

[precognit]

[Alice is...a little caught off-guard by the invitation, and she holds up a hand with a short laugh.]

Oh, you know what, I'm good. I ate this morning and I'm still... [she pats her tiny flat stomach] Pretty full from that!

[mouflon]

[ Given her working theories, Rin intends to start the day with a much more thorough investigation of the facility than she managed in the time that was afforded to her yesterday. She starts in the lounge — and, more specifically, with the television. It's... an overt piece of electronics, even if she doubts it's all that useful, so she may as well. And who knows? Maybe it'll actually pick something up that will help them figure out where in time and space this place is located.

Predictably, she's supremely disappointed when she finds channel after channel of dead air. And, also predictably, that disappointment grows into frustration as it mounts. By the time she finds the one working channel, it's about ready to burst. Her heart leaps with the sudden light and sound that blooms across the screen, and then...

And then it's just mocks her with nature photos and jazz music. Like they want to see this when they're imprisoned underwater?! The rapid swing between hope and insult is enough to finally push her over the edge, and with an audible snarl of frustration, she surges to her feet and punches the television as hard as she can.

Anyway, after this, Rin relocates to the library. Apparently, though, it isn't to read; the books go ignored while she sits with her handheld device in front of her. There's a scowl on her face, half concentration and half frustration, and it begins to edge toward the latter the longer she... does whatever it is she's trying to do. After a point, she starts checking the device for seams, looking for a way she might be able to pop the back off of it. ]

[bolderfell]

Whatever. Not my field. Those pictures, then--

[He indicates the television again.]

They're not real? They're made up, like a play.

[precognit]

[Okay, well. Easy enough lesson, she supposes.]

Well, they're real. You're just seeing a facsimile of them.

wow rude??

[snackooed]

H-hey! Wait a minute, wait a minute--!

[ She knew this guy was called "dodger," but that was slick..! ]

Don't you think it'd be productive to, I dunno, have a tactical meeting or something? I'm not gonna bite, I promise!

[bolderfell]

[Hm.]

So, like a painting of something. They're not there, but they're somewhere.

[precognit]

...Right! That's the gist of it.

[Alice eyes him curiously.]

What kind of place do you come from?

[snackooed]

Ah, now that I think of it, I'm probably only so hungry because I didn't eat breakfast myself...

[ Her stomach grumbles again at the thought, but that might just be from the coffee-- ]

At least let me grab you a drink, then? I'll treat you! I mean, not that it isn't free, but...