OFFICE HOURS

[didntgetdadslooks]

Got something you want to say to your good friend The Professor's Assistant? Come on in, don't be shy! Her official hours are daylight hours - girl has to sleep? after all, probably - but if you knock on the door at night she'll generally answer. Please just make sure to leave the in-game date and time in the header of your toplevel!

All comments are screened for confidentiality during the course of the experiment.

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[nothingcanstop]

[ The scribbling... Della thinks for a moment. ]

Maybe the Professor's not letting you in on everything. Why else would your personal things show up here like part of a scavenger hunt?

[ Remember what everyone said at the meeting. If guilt wouldn't work... ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Maybe... I just don't know why he would do that. Or if he put more of my stuff in here...

[ She sighs. ]

He was sure happy to let me know this morning that I was going to have to hand out a bunch of threats.

[nothingcanstop]

That was a surprise to you too, huh?

[ When Angel's sitting down and Della's standing like this, she can just about look her in the eye. ]

It was a little unclear last time, just when did you learn the specifics of...all this? Before, or after you signed up?

[didntgetdadslooks]

The Professor told me basically the same setup you guys got, and said if I would step in and be the one championing not killing each other, he'd make sure I could leave the base and go out into the world.

[ She gestures. ]

I didn't think... he was this committed to things going the other way, I guess.

[nothingcanstop]

[ It's now that Della takes advantage of that height advantage. ]

It sounds to me like you're just as much a lab rat as any of the rest of us.

[didntgetdadslooks]

... I'd be lying if I said the thought hadn't crossed my mind more than once today.

[nothingcanstop]

So. What are you going to do about it?

[didntgetdadslooks]

I...

[ Angel goes quiet for a long couple seconds.

You know what? ]

If I were one of you, which I am not, and were I to want to terminate this experiment without all the murder, hypothetically, which I am not suggesting due to Assistant Rule E forbidding me from doing so, I would tell you that continuing on the track of exploring the facility and trying to put together information isn't a bad way to go. I am also not saying that Assistant Rule C doesn't strictly forbid me from weighing in on anything you find, though it certainly does stop me from directly confirming or denying many possible things.

[ She sighs. ]

If he's going to stretch his rules, I guess I might as well follow suit. It's not much, and I can't promise he didn't expect this, but... it's something, at least.

[nothingcanstop]

[ ...This is good, this is very good. She should've brought a pen and paper to write this down, but no, she can remember well enough. ]

He's watching us. We know that. Do you think right now...he's watching you, too?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel nods, and turns a little to point at her ear, where there's a small earpiece. ]

That would definitely also be something to keep in mind, if it's true.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Aha. ]

...How is he watching us, do you know? Listening devices, cameras... This place is pretty sleek, as far as research lairs go.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel takes a second to sort out... what exactly she can say in response, almost starting and stopping a couple times. ]

Hang on one second, I think I hear something in the North Hallway.

[ She summons up a floating holographic screen, and through it Della can see a live feed of the North Tunnel. Angel flicks through a few different angles of the hallway before closing it. ]

Hm, must have been a false alarm.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Okay, whoa. That's sure something. She takes a moment to figure out just what to say, and... ]

Uh-huh, uh-huh... [ And she turns a bit, looking for... Is there any paper on the desk? Or in her little office? ] There's so much to keep track of, isn't there? If it were me, I'd need some instructions, something written down or all that.

[ She shoots Angel a wary but knowing look. ]

You the type to need that too?

[didntgetdadslooks]

Maybe.

[ She reaches into the drawer of her desk she opened when Della walked in - there's a light rattling sound as she pulls out some paper and a pencil. ]

If you think you need it, of course.

[nothingcanstop]

Awesome. Yeah, as you might guess, I can be a bit of a bird-brain sometimes. Always nice to have something to read over.

[ And she immediately writes: Can he read this? before turning it back around to show Angel. ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel exhales, eyes darting around the room as she does her best to keep her composure. ]

I'm not so sure about that. Just make sure not to show whatever you write down around for too long, it'll help keep prying eyes away.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Fantastic. Della turns that back around, to start "taking notes." ]

Well, of course. It's bird-brain, not, you know, incompetent.

[ Another question. Do you know of any other "experiments" like this he's run? ]

Speaking of what's written down... I don't suppose I could ask a bit more about the atlas?

[didntgetdadslooks]

Right, right.

[ Angel shakes her head, just slightly. ]

What about it?

[nothingcanstop]

[ Thank goodness. Alright. She quickly scratches that off. That's what she'll be doing, scratching all this off, when she can. ]

Lot of places. How were you planning on seeing them all?

[ Are you familiar with someone referred to as Subject Gamma? ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel's eyebrows knit in thought for a second, then she shakes her head again. ]

I don't know - plane, probably? I was going to worry about that later.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Subject Beta? ]

Was that part of the Professor's deal, get you a plane?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Another head shake. ]

I get access to some of his resources, at least.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Subject Alpha? ]

What kind of resources are those?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ A third head shake. ]

He has a lot of money.

[ She thinks for a second. ]

He even works with some scientists. The kind that make machines and... write research documents and everything.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Damn. Alright, well, she's going to take a moment to scratch out everything she's written. ]

Oh, that doesn't make him special. Vault of money, special scientist, blah blah blah.

[ ...Oh, wait, is she... ]

My uncle's got a scientist, Gyro Gearloose, he's been making all kinds of weird things. Clones, a time machine... His scientists, are they anything like that?