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]

No, I...get the feeling we'd all know by now if I weren't. G works pretty fast, and it's not really something you can turn off once it gets going - though I guess it's good to know it's not just dormant or something, because that was why I was trying to discourage bloodletting as a solution this past weekend.

[the idea of setting off his healing response with anything had potential to be super-ugly if that was the case?]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Oh... yeah, that makes sense.

[ No One Needs That... ]

Unless you were infected without knowing about it before coming here, you shouldn't be infected now.

[fivestagegod]

...Last I remember, I was still considering it. And trying to actually get up the ability to move, because, you know, I'd just been shot by four people with automatic weapons.

[Three? Four. There were four people there. Did all of them shoot him, he doesn't really remember, due to the whole "getting shot a lot" thing.]

I also didn't know because I had no way to know how much time I was missing between what I last remember and being brought here, and if all that missing time was spent in your people's charming company. But no, I wasn't infected before that, and there's no way I could have been without knowing it.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Then there you go. We would have known before putting you in here for sure, as long as infection shows itself within a few weeks.

[ Well hey, there's a nice subtle way to say how long processing was, at least. ]

[fivestagegod]

[Huh. Good to know.]

I guess it'd be too easy if I absolutely flipped my shit and killed everyone, wouldn't it. Even if that's one of the acceptable outcomes, according to your savior.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Yeah, but he prefers you do it of your own volition, not, you know. Virus-inspired.

[fivestagegod]

[Oh, that's...hm.]

Is that important to this whole thing, as he goes? That we do things of our own volition.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Or at least that you think you are. He wants to... wear you all down, so to speak.

[fivestagegod]

Holy shit. That's charming, it really is.

[Christ. He'll stop with the folding for now, though.]

Anyway, I'll leave you to...whatever it is you do after murdering the hell out of one of us, I guess. Hopefully the rest of them aren't so damn stupid that we get a repeat performance.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ she sort of... throws the paper she's been working on folding onto the ground near the door in a gesture that's totally a moment of anger, yup for sure ]

Right. Well hey, that's definitely something we actually agree on.

[fivestagegod]

[He just kind of laughs it off, dismissively, though he'll definitely take it with him when he goes.]

Yeah, yeah, I know. You didn't read the fine fucking print.

[Again, he'll save it to be looked at later, when he's on his own; what's this one?]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Remembering things from before - Professor doesn't know. He's upset with basically all the stuff you're finding, yelled at the cleaning staff for a WHILE after last meeting. Don't have much more for you than that, except that The Professor doesn't exactly fence. Trying to figure out why a sword on my end. ]