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OFFICE HOURS

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!

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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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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?

Right, right.

[ Angel shakes her head, just slightly. ]

What about it?

[ 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? ]

[ 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.

[ Subject Beta? ]

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

[ Another head shake. ]

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

[ Subject Alpha? ]

What kind of resources are those?

[ 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.

[ 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?