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

[didntgetdadslooks]

Well, mostly in case you guys need something. Or want something, I'm not choosy. I can get you stuff within reason, and I'm a confidential source if you need to talk!

[emberserker]

What I want is to get back to what I was doing, but with the night past, I suppose I'll have to adapt.

[That's delivered with far too much venom to be sincere.]

Ugh. Fine, can you tell me why the food machine can't seem to produce anything good nearly as faithfully as it makes street food?

[didntgetdadslooks]

Because The Professor didn't spring for gourmet chefs, I guess? Is there something you want in particular?

[emberserker]

Good sense. Just leave it, it isn't like it matters. Not much does these days.

[didntgetdadslooks]

I guess so.

[ A beat. She touches her finger to her ear again, then says in a pretty even, almost somber tone: ]

He can put you back right when you left, you know. If you go through with Rule Seven.

[emberserker]

What?

[Anna goes quiet. She lowers her arms and walks slowly, robotically forward.]

Just like that, as if none of this went on?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel nods, chewing on her lip for a second before speaking again, sounding slightly reluctant. Her finger doesn't lower from her ear. ]

That's the idea.

[emberserker]

By the same principle he brought us here with, then. Take people from across space and time at any moment, there's no reason to say it can't go the other way around...

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel nods, finally lowering her finger from her ear. ]

Just keep in mind that the same thing is true if you manage to outlast him! I mean, that'll take a long time, but...

[emberserker]

Well, I'm not going to waste my life down here, that's for certain.

[Angel could probably just gather that from Anna throwing laundry soap at Birkin later that night when he says he will, but you know, details.]

So it's automatic, then?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ sometimes you just get a Vibe ]

The sending back?

[emberserker]

After all, if it happens even if he drops dead...

[didntgetdadslooks]

Oh! Well, I mean... if he dies, I could probably man the machine to send you back. That's not a big deal.

[emberserker]

You also expect to be stuck here that long, then, I take it.

[didntgetdadslooks]

As... long as it takes, I guess. I didn't exactly have a lot else before this.

[emberserker]

So that's why you're running a deathtrap. Charming.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Trying to keep one from snapping on you, but yeah. I'm not exactly out here calling myself a hero or anything. Just trying to suck less.

[emberserker]

I'm not sure how you think you'll manage it, but do your best. It isn't like we aren't stuck here anyway.

[...that was possibly the nicest thing she could have said? Either way, she's turning and marching out of here. Byeeeeeeee.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel waves as she goes! Byeeeee....... ]