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Post by Trinity on Oct 25, 2015 17:45:19 GMT -8
Mason- "I'm down." He followed the others with gusto.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 26, 2015 7:11:00 GMT -8
The dead-eyed man collected his people and led them into the hall. A soporific buzz in the cramped feebly recirculated atmosphere made them wonder if taking a nap would be appropriate. One noticed their shotgun dragging on the carpet for a moment before perking up. Hi ho. Tom- "The entire building has a simple look floor plan. This floor is not much of consequence, aside from the six small conference rooms. Ah, here's a break room with a kitchenette. Anyone need anything?" He gestured into a room with more low drop ceiling, cheap plastic tables with cheaper chairs, and a wall of Venetian blinds. Appliances just out of sight joined the building's gentle hum.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 26, 2015 12:19:56 GMT -8
Erel- "Hm. Some coffee maybe?" He had to admit, maybe a nap would be nice all things considere.
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Post by Trinity on Oct 26, 2015 13:25:00 GMT -8
Mason- "I'll take some chips, if you got any."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 26, 2015 22:53:10 GMT -8
He led them into the room and pointed to the relevant areas. To one side, a kitchenette mostly obscured by partial walls. To the other side, a row of decade-old vending machines. Tom- "Coffee's free in there, chips are fifty cents over there." He took a seat. Marshall had hung back with the coffee sippers in the other room.
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Post by Trinity on Oct 27, 2015 13:10:24 GMT -8
Mason approached a vending a machine and fished a few coins out of his pocket. With a bag of nacho-cheese flavored chips in hand, he took a seat.
Mason- "*munching quietly*"
The snackage was real, fam.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 27, 2015 18:51:38 GMT -8
Erel- Erel goes to get himself a cup of coffee and drinks it black, before wandering back to the hallway. "Alright, anything else?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 28, 2015 7:52:03 GMT -8
Snackage was real, and the chips nowhere near as stale as the machine that birthed them. But then Mason noticed that the energy was about moving along - not much more than a moment to sit.
((I can see how it was confusing but I meant for Marshall to be left behind in the conference room with the people sipping coffee there, so as to let me manage this sans Kelly for the mome. But Rather than have u revise ur one post for the last 24, we'll just have Marshall trundling in company. Kelly will fix placeholda within next several hours, we on buttside down necrosomnia hours.))
Marshall- "Hm, yeah... I didn't know there was a limit. That's a bit creepy, really. So this is as good as I'm going to get? Never would've gotten this thing on my arm if I'd known."
Tom followed Erel back into the hall, gesturing for others to rise from duffs and leaning stations.
Tom- "Lots more, I'm sure..."
They started walking down the hall again. Tom pointed out another conference room and the restrooms.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 28, 2015 16:16:12 GMT -8
Erel- "That's all very nice." This wasn't the most exciting tour, but it kept his attention.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 29, 2015 5:29:31 GMT -8
Marshall- "I thought about it. But I also thought maybe I could work on it myself-- well..." He pushed back the oversized cuff of his shirt sleeve, revealing the inner side of his knobby wrist-- and the start of a pinkish, scarred slit that traveled further up the arm. He stretched the skin with a thumb, and something bone-like glimmered within, deeper within than would seem possible in a living human."I always thought it would be cool to stick a modem in there or something-- that's a computer thing. But the cords got tangled in-- uh, well anyway..." He studied Holly's face for a moment before letting the sleeve drop, and becoming entranced by his shoelaces.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 29, 2015 5:32:53 GMT -8
Tom snapped his fingers at Marshall.
Tom- "Try to keep up. We're on a tight schedule."
He led them into a thinly carpeted concrete stairwell with ugly orange and brown stripes painted on the wall, perhaps meant to guide whoever wherever with labels on a lower floor.
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Post by Trinity on Oct 29, 2015 14:21:07 GMT -8
Mason wiped some chip crumbs off of his jacket and kept up with the others. Mason, to Marshall- "You said some can make you stronger and stuff. What does yours do?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 29, 2015 23:31:22 GMT -8
Erel- "Well, mine works like a normal leg, and I can walk, but I'm sure if you already have a working arm or a leg it must make them stronger or add extra functions somehow..." He looked at Marshall and their guide and did wonder, what did those implants do anyways?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 30, 2015 6:20:14 GMT -8
The stairs were stale and crispy like the microscopically burning dust inside a computer case. It wasn't a breath of fresh air so much as a slight dip in chemical stench when they emerged in the second floor hall.
Marshall- "Well let's see, I got a snail in the ear, that one's good for, uh, calming you down... Extra tendons in my legs and in my right arm, neural re-calibration, oh yeah-- there's one behind my left eyeball but I forget what that one's for specifically. You can see it shine in the dark, kinda neat. And I don't feel it move anymore. "
Tom- "The layout of this floor is similar at this end - here's a conference room, another one over the space occupied by the break room downstairs..."
No sunlight reached them through tinted windows and drawn shades. The light inside was pure artifice, beamed in from the '70s by death magic.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 30, 2015 8:32:11 GMT -8
Erel- "Chilly in here. How many floors does this place have?" He looks up at the ceiling and wonders what kind of unnatural life he might have after all of this.
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