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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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[we care about exactly two things in jorrvaskr: fighting and mead!!! anything particularly noteworthy about the bottles of alcohol that she can see from over here?]

I'm surprised to hear that.

[completely deadpan...........]

How much do you know about my situation?

[Her beast blood, she means. That whole lycanthropy thing that she hasn't mentioned to anyone. It wasn't mentioned at all on her profile either, but she's not stupid enough to believe the Professor isn't aware of it, given what he said to some of the others. And also the Weird Thing she's here to talk about.]

[ not much, other than a couple of them aren't full! labels, unfortunately, need to be examined more closely to be read. ]

Ah, you mean the... the werewolf thing, right?

[well as long as they don't look like honningbrew or black-briar mead at a glance, we're probably fine!! maybe she'll give them a proper look later.]

Yes. That is something I would prefer to keep quiet.

[Not that she really expects Angel to go telling everyone else anyway, but you know.]

I understand that some... modifications have been made to some of the others here. Is that what happened to me as well? Is that why I still feel as though I cannot transform?

[we do not need a werewolf running around in underwater murdergame hell but listen. aela's always gonna be Like This.]

[ Oh yeah no for sure, they're like. There's one over there that's for sure rum? Heavier stuff than mead. ]

Of course! I won't tell a soul.

[ She actually pulls out her slightly-bigger tablet at that, shifting something around. ]

Yeah, something like that. It's reversible, just... not by me, before you ask.

[Gotcha!! She's definitely leaving that alone for now, but noted!!]

So I'll have to survive this in order to have that restored to me.

[Probably by way of killing someone else, but mmmngh. Okay, it's good to know, and she doesn't think Angel's lying about it, but still...]

Since we're adjacent to the topic: the others here. There are several that don't seem to be mortals at all. Can everyone here be killed?

[Not like she's planning on picking a fight with the giant space rock women, but she's looking at them and going "those don't look like they can die" so you know. Priorities.]

[ Angel nods, tucking the tablet away. Her mood seems to dull just a little, but... it's hard not to, in this kind of conversation. ]

Everyone here can be killed. Some are tougher than others, but... no one's immortal in here.

Understood.

[She's not going to bother asking how, since she sincerely doubts Angel will hand that information over so easily, and she can read a room. Time to let that topic drop.]

...How did you end up working for the Professor? You aren't what I would have expected of his assistant.

It's... kind of a long story, and I'm not allowed to tell a lot of it. But I guess the long story short is I owe him for something, and I'm here now to kind of... temper out the murder-happiness. Or at least try.

So you'd prefer for us not to follow those rules and kill one another to escape.

[More or less what she was sort of expecting given how Angel's been talking this whole time, but it's still good to have that confirmed.]

Wouldn't anyone?

They would. Even so, you're working with the Professor, knowing that this will likely end with many of us dying.

[She doesn't ask why again, but you can probably tell that it's on her mind.]

There's no point in dwelling on it, however. [Not when she's not going to get any answers, anyway!!] If we require something, I take it we should ask you?

Yeah, well...

[ From the look on her face, she has some Big Mixed Feelings about that. ]

I'm the one to go to for that kind of thing, yep!

[About what she expected, honestly...]

I don't suppose you'll give me a weapon if I ask.

[like. that'd be too easy.]

I... weapons are gonna be hard to do? I can talk to some people if you want training swords or something, but I think The Professor has a big old plan for weapons.

Training swords would be appreciated.

[Not exactly useful, but at least she can smack Lif with one and that will make her happy.]

Let me guess: you can't share any details or speculation about that plan?

Nope. I can say give it a few days and there might be something, though! For what that's worth.

How ominous.

[Sounds great!! Here's hoping she doesn't hate it.

But anyway...]

One more request for you. I would like a suitable replacement for my war paint.

[As you can clearly see, she is now war paint-less which I definitely did not forget to mention at all anywhere today shhhh.]

Oh! Uh... I'll see what I can do, paint shouldn't be too hard. Might take a little bit to come in, since we're...

[ There aren't any windows in here, but she gestures towards the walls. ]

... but it shouldn't be too bad.

[Y-Yeah... underwater hell......]

I understand. I can wait patiently for it.

[...]

That's all I have to ask you today. I likely will be back later with further questions.

[And then she's just... going to leave??? That's kind of rude, but there she go.]

No problem! See you then!

[ She gives a little wave as Aela goes! ]

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