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!

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[didntgetdadslooks]

Right... well, he tried to attack me, burned through the warning and kept going, and... suddenly I was moving around and stabbing him with a magic sword. I just... started moving on my own, and when the noise stopped he was gone.

[ Good job, Della! You learned that Angel was aware of what she was doing! This information is normal!

Angel holds up her hand, which is still gloveless with the tattoos showing. ]

I have no idea how I did... well, any of that.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della steeples her fingers in thought. Let's start small. ]

Those. The tattoos. They glowed when you... When it was happening. You remember how you got them?

[didntgetdadslooks]

No, I...

[ Angel takes a heavy breath. Might as well lay it out on the table at this point. ]

I don't remember anything before less than a year ago, when the Professor found me. I already had the tattoos and the implants, and... total trauma-based amnesia over whatever happened before that.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Well. That sure is a lot to handle. And certainly a lot bigger than she'd anticipated. ]

Is that what you meant, when you said you owed him? Because he found you when you had nothing, not even memory?

[didntgetdadslooks]

It was... I was in a lot of pain and could barely walk. Apparently I was leaking something purple and vaguely radioactive? Even he doesn't know a lot about where I was, but it's not too much of a stretch to say he saved my life.

[nothingcanstop]

Radioactive? Angel, what...?

[ She should be asking a lot more productive questions. But like, no. That's a little much. ]

How are you even alive?

[didntgetdadslooks]

I... just really didn't want to die, I guess.

[nothingcanstop]

[ She's going to need to sit with that. Just...properly sit with that. ]

...Whatever the Professor did... He's controlling you now.

[ That is not a question. ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ It's fine, Angel's been doing a lot of sitting with it! ]

Yeah, I... I noticed. I don't know how that one happened either.

[nothingcanstop]

He's never done that before? Nothing like it?

[didntgetdadslooks]

No. I thought the punishment would be... you know, something he did, if it was going to happen.

[nothingcanstop]

...Have those tattoos ever glowed before?

[didntgetdadslooks]

No, not once. As... far as I know, anyway.

[nothingcanstop]

[ A moment passes and Della has to think. ]

So... What are you going to do about this?

[ It's what she asked a few weeks ago. But there's something different in it now. Less accusatory, more grave. ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Well...

[ She swallows, writing something on the corner of the paper she's working on. ]

For right now, I don't really know.

[ But she does sort of subtly gesture towards the paper, where she's written try to remember ]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Della's hands curl to fists. Yeah. That makes sense. ]

If you figure it out...let me know. Because like it or not... You have more in common with us than with him now.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ She writes a little more. ]

Yeah, I... guess I do.

[ hyperion, pandora, that symbol - i KNOW those things, but don't know how i know ]

[nothingcanstop]

[ Oh, okay, that- that's interesting. Della's eyes widen for a moment before she nods, and...starts to stand. ]

...You gonna be okay here, alone with your thoughts?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel gives a fake little grunt and crumples the paper up, tossing it in the trash before anyone can notice. ]

I've had plenty of practice. I'll be fine.