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

[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.