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.

Comments

[fivestagegod]

Lady. If you want my honest to God opinion on this, you're not going to fucking like it. But there's a reason duress isn't a defense for murder, and that reason is that it's better to die yourself than to do anything that's going to end in you taking lives. Am I someone who should be giving anybody a goddamn ethics lesson? Probably not. But I've done it before, and in places a lot less nice than this.

You've always got goddamn options, even if you don't like them. My options were defend my life's work and die, which I went ahead and decided to do, or keep being used by those people I owe. Knowing that, I think you can see where I don't have a lot of sympathy for this "oh, if I die I'll just be replaced by someone else" crap. Yeah, of course you will. But if you want to keep pretending you're a good person in all of this, you'd find a way to make sure that the person complicit in all of this isn't you.

[didntgetdadslooks]

You're just going to have to forgive me for thinking that jumping on the chance to fall on the sword isn't the ideal Plan A. I'd like to know sacrificing myself actually gets something done - if that's selfish because I'm not out there throwing myself in front of the first knife someone else chooses to take out, then fine. But even if it's not the choice you want, remember that you guys all do have the choice to not kill each other here.

[fivestagegod]

Did you or did you not just ask for exactly what you received just now.

[Like, seriously.]

I personally don't give a fuck what you do. You're the one insisting on sitting here playing victim. Do you actually listen to yourself when you say things? Literally everything you've been saying is phrased like you're a good person who made a few mistakes, and now you're being made to suffer by having to watch other people die. Which would be fine and all if you weren't doing that particular whining to the people actually on the chopping block.

We're the ones expected to actually sacrifice ourselves for someone else here. Great that you get to choose to die when you think it's meaningful enough, but we don't get that fucking luxury. Think before you open your mouth.

[didntgetdadslooks]

You expressed your opinion. I'm responding with mine. If you just want to lecture me about morality, please say so, but I'm not under any obligation to sit here saying "You're right, I agree with the things you're saying about the morality of my actions." A conversation means the other person gets to talk too, buddy.

By your own logic, none of you are actually under any obligation to kill each other - after all duress isn't an excuse for murder, right? I came down here to try to keep people from killing each other in an exercise the guy who saved my life was going to be running, something I was told was a perfectly valid result in that experiment, and now the board has shifted and I don't have my next step yet. You don't have to give a shit as much as I don't have to give a shit about what you're saying, but I'm trying to talk to you. But please, sit around complaining about my phrasing some more and then insisting you don't care what I do, it's really productive.

[fivestagegod]

You are still not listening to yourself. At this point I want to see how far you can take this poor precious baby mentality, because it's actually getting impressive?

None of us are under any obligation to kill, but you know realistically that someone's going to, if only because they're stupid enough to believe the bullshit about a lack of end date. I actually don't think that's genuine, for what it's worth, though I haven't figured out how he intends this to end yet.

[didntgetdadslooks]

And you're apparently not listening to me if you think that's all I've been saying this whole conversation. You don't have regrets about the bad things you've done... I get it, you don't care. You've said it a lot of times tonight. But I've literally copped to having fucked up in this exact conversation and explained my reasoning for why I did. If you don't like that, then... I just don't know what you're looking for from me here, because you're not going to get some kind of admission that I'm secretly also as into making bad choices as you seem to be.

[ She shrugs. ]

I'm not allowed to confirm or deny, and I sure as hell don't feel like breaking that rule for you right now.

[fivestagegod]

It's not all you've been saying, but it's what you want me to take away from it. There's a difference. You keep on putting words in my mouth, though, even though you've actually been wrong about it every time you've tried to take a guess at what I want and what I'm trying to do here.

As for what you are and aren't allowed to say, you've already confirmed it for me multiple times, actually. Assuming all the shit you say is true, anyway, which I'm pretty inclined to believe otherwise you're impeding the damn rule about investigation.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Right, I'm the one putting words in your mouth. Of course. Sorry for having some trouble figuring out what you want, Billy, but you're apparently reading secrets into the things I'm saying that I guess I just didn't know were there! If you're not here just to try to feel better about yourself, I'd love to hear the secret thing you're saying.

[fivestagegod]

I keep what I'm doing to myself for a reason, actually.

[That's accompanied with a bit of a casual gesture, sweeping his hair back over his ear, though he does linger there a bit; it's on the same side she was messing with that damn earpiece last time. Get the fucking hint, Angel.]

But, you know, apparently we're just supposed to infer things from you while you're suffering in here, so I don't see why I should give you too much help in figuring me out. It's fine if you hate me, especially since I've made it pretty clear that I'm not going to be nice to you, because I'm not a nice guy. The second I stop being honest with you about shit is when you should start worrying.

[Get the fucking hint, Angel. No risk of anyone accusing you of bias or handing shit to him if you hate him, after all.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ ... You know, she's not sure how she didn't figure that out before now. Her anger clears a little, just for a moment, and she moves a hand up to her ear, not quite touching the earpiece, but. ]

Don't worry, Prodi-G, hating you is definitely within the bounds of what I'm allowed to do here.

[fivestagegod]

[Hey, it's fine, he was pretty fucking obscure in going about it and besides, it's not like he expects everyone to be on his level and everything. (Because he is, in fact, an arrogant jackass.) But he backstabbed the biggest bioweapons conglomerate in the world for years without getting caught, he's gotten at least somewhat decent at doing it.]

Good to know we're on the same page, then.

[He'll move to pick up Wiggles, then, who is...where is Wiggles. ...Wiggles has found the side of the chair and is working its way down, no you don't come back here.

Anyway, he will actually succeed in picking up Wiggles because he's not leaving it with Angel, thanks.]

I'm going to ask you for that stupid secret back, then, and then I'll get out of your face until the next time.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Give me a second, I have it around here somewhere.

[ she opens and closes a couple desk drawers, lingering on one for a couple extra seconds. Then she looks back at the top of her desk and sees that of course, silly her, she left it there! She closes the drawer and offers it back to him at kind of a weird angle. ]

Better tuck it away somewhere safe quickly, before someone goes and sees it.

[ nevermind that little extra scrap of paper underneath the envelope, when he goes to take it. ]

[fivestagegod]

...Yeah, I'd prefer no one fucking hate me before all of this gets waved around in front of God and everyone. You know, after no one kills each other because doing so under duress would be wrong.

[He'll take his leave then; he'll check whatever she gave him later, when he's on his own, by way of tucking the envelope among his notes and returning to work on them, checking to see what's written there while he flips through what's already there. What do we have here, Angel.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Right. Good night, Prodi-G.

[ dont know Subjects in memo
def from dr who made prof's machines, shes Like That
dont know who wrote under tile, neither does prof ]