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DAY ELEVEN
 Complex Population: 14 It's 8AM, and you wake from that deep, dreamless sleep that enforces curfew as always. There's breakfast available in the cafeteria if you want it, as well as meals from 11AM-12PM and 7PM-8PM, but otherwise? The day is yours. Take your time to explore the complex, relax, and enjoy each others' company, as who knows what the next day has in store? Though as you explore, you may notice that there's a few new doors unlocked and several new places for you to spend the day as a result of finding the Overseer. However, one door remains locked for now... Maybe this is Ciel's doing? Or maybe Judy has other plans... You can always ask her, but for now, you should take the chance to gather as much information as possible before deciding how to handle the Overseer. For once, there's nothing amiss about the Complex. This post is for the first day as defined in the schedule. This post is for general mingling and CR buidling, and will not include significant plot interaction. ic rulebook character statuses character profiles private conversations graveyard |
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[That does seem to be among her skills. If she could hack, then...
While Alfendi gets to work copying down the error message, she'll step away from the terminal and start examining the rest of the room. Are any of the chemicals labeled? The filtration system controls are mentioned in the description - are they clearly labeled or will she just have to stare at buttons in a very puzzled manner while she tries to figure out what they do?]
...hm? Oh, I'm a half-elf. [She smiles faintly, but then her expression becomes serious as she starts looking over the other things in the room again. She keeps talking, though.] From the sound of it, our worlds are pretty different, but only one of my parents was human.
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[He finishes writing down the error message, pocketing the pen and slipping the notebook back under the crook of his shoulder as he turns back to Alice.]
In my world, magic is nothing but fancy. Of course, some people believe in magic, and they try to make each other believe in it through various tricks and deceptions, but people like my father usually saw through such things.
[Everything has a logical solution. That's what his father's exploits always seemed to say, time and time again. He's silent for a moment. To think he wouldn't hear about his father's exploits ever again, or talk with the man, or just know that he's somewhere out there, solving puzzles to his heart's content...]
[He feels very empty.]
I guess it must be strange for you, to imagine a world without magic. [He comes up from behind her, peering over her shoulder.] Find anything useful among these chemicals?
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[People like her aren't really welcomed by either humans or by elves - generally only by their immediate family, and hers is long dead. It's never really mattered to her that she's a half-elf or that people hate her, though. If anything, it's just made her motivated to become so powerful that nobody can look down on her.
When he falls silent, she watches him for a moment. Alice isn't good at comforting people. She's never really known what to say or do, but -
One hand comes up to squeeze Alfendi's shoulder as gently and as reassuringly as she's even capable of. The last eleven days have at least taught her that not everyone views their parents the same way she views hers.
Anything she could say doesn't really seem like it would help. He may not be dead sounds hollow, and Maybe he was part of one of the earlier experiments and escaped isn't a good scenario. It's what she hopes for for Decus, but is it what Alfendi would want for his father?
She's only known him for eleven days. She really can't say. So rather than offer him empty platitudes, she'll do her best to be here, and to continue the conversation when he changes the topic.]
Well, acids would be useful, but...
[They're probably not authorized to take them, either. It's a shame. She glances over at the controls for the filtration system and huffs.]
It would probably be more useful to figure out how that works. Maybe-
[Ah. Judy can hear them, can't she? She gestures for his notebook, and if he hands it over, she'll write down a suggestion.]
maybe we can alter the dosage to make it easier for us to wake up at night if we have to