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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WEEK SIX, TUESDAY, EVENING

[nothingcanstop]

[ As promised--here she is. Usual entrance with a courtesy knock that she doesn't wait for a response to. ]

Angel. We gotta talk.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel looks... a little more Up than usual? She's actually just coming out of the back room - if Della looks really carefully, it's definitely a real room with furniture and everything. ]

I- we can talk all you want, but first do you might helping me with something? You can still swordfight, right?

[nothingcanstop]

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Yyyyyesssssss? I'm a little rusty, haven't dueled any pirates recently, but...I think I still can?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel pulls out... it's just the two halves of a broom she broke in half and took the head off of. ]

Can we, uh... spar, I guess? Just for a minute.

[nothingcanstop]

Uhhhhhhhhhh.

[ Look. Della knows that humans are like, proportioned different than ducks and the other people of her world? But. Like. She also knows enough to see that Angel is. Well.

She glances from Angel's stick-arms to her stick-legs to the broom. ]

...I don't want to break anything. [ LIKE YOUR BONES. ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel walks over to the desk. ]

I mean... yeah, that's fair. I just... either I'm going crazy or I know how to fight with a sword?

[ She sits down, setting the """"swords"""" over to the side. ]

Anyway, we can talk, sure.

[nothingcanstop]

[ ...Okay, that gets her eyebrows to raise, just a little. ]

You...think? You've never...you can't remember doing it before, or anything?

[ Della's going to proceed to take a seat, with that. ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ She shakes her head. ]

Nope. But... it doesn't feel like I'm just swinging them around at random. I don't really know how to explain it.

[nothingcanstop]

...It's okay. There's a lot here we...don't really understand.

[ Oh, hey, it's Della's handy dandy notepad...

Found that woman's office
Inside the walls, under the base
That's how she gets around
Did you know about that? Can you see it? ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Yeah, well. Hopefully it'll make sense eventually.

[ Can't see it, knew there were trapdoors but assumed cleaners
What was down there? ]

[nothingcanstop]

Like with your memory. It came back, after all.

[ Many tunnels I couldn't go down without a keycard
A desk with rules about a "Failsafe" which I can relay to you shortly
Swords, a lot of swords
Carving tools and some woodwork material
A training dummy made up to look like that mask that belonged to your old boss ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ At least one of those things gives Angel serious pause. ]

Exactly. It's hard for things to stay secret forever.

[ I'd love to see the rules.

She moves a hand over to hold the owl on her desk.

So she likes carving, huh? ]

[nothingcanstop]

...It's inevitable that secrets come out, I'd say.

[ She flips through her notebook. Quietly, as she can. Until she gets to the Failsafe rules page. She'll just...gently slide that across, after nodding. ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

They all kind of tend to, in the end.

[ She looks through them.

Guess that last one explains the name. ]

[nothingcanstop]

Don't suppose I could pick your brain a bit about the uh, the Professor's proposed technology, huh? The kind of stuff that lets him tell the future?

[ She appears a lot less disturbed this week, more wry.

But, in her notebook, her tone tells a different story.

We are not letting that happen ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Uh... I can't exactly tell you a lot of the specifics, but I can talk a little about it, sure. What do you want to know?

[ She doesn't exactly seem like the type to help you guys out right now, no. ]

[nothingcanstop]

How accurate they are. How the Professor was able to determine them.

[ That's not why I'm saying this and you know it ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

He has technology to make some really accurate models, basically. Not 100%, but... I wouldn't bet against them.

[ I know. I just... I'm trying to figure out how I feel about this whole thing, mostly. I sure didn't get the memo on there BEING a Failsafe. ]

[nothingcanstop]

Are they guaranteed to happen without his intervention? ...I don't want what he says. I want your opinion.

[ I didn't think you had
Honestly I'm more surprised by what he DOES tell you
Try not to give him a reason to use this rule, okay? ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

I... think there has to be a way to change it if you guys know already just from him telling you. But... I don't know, maybe that's meddling with fate or death or something.

[ I'll do my best to keep him from having an excuse. ]

[nothingcanstop]

[ thank you for pointing out the reference to my favorite movie im sorry its a thursday and im stressed ]

Pshh. There hasn't been a god or force of nature that's been able to stop me when I want something bad enough. Fate, shmate, you can quote me on that.

[ Good
There are some of us who don't want any more bad things to happen to you ]

[didntgetdadslooks]

I mean I've only read about you guys, but that seems like your family's whole thing.

[ Thanks, Della ]

[nothingcanstop]

[ She has...an agenda here, but-- but William told her not to worry about him, so... ]

How much...do you know about the Duck-McDuck Clan?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ haha unfortunately that dang assistant-patient confidentiality ]

Uh... there's a writeup on your adventures, that's pretty much it. I don't know a whole lot about Scrooge or your kids or anything, other than what's in there.

[nothingcanstop]

...That's a shame. I mean- not that I want information about my family out there, for anyone to see. But, they've all got some interesting stories about them too. I guess I'll have to tell you about them, some day.