★ EXPLORATION OF A NEW WORLD ★

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[Following a productive — (productive? convincing it to to a brief stint identifying as a redheaded catgirl probably constitutes being productive, sure) — first meeting with Arche, the assembled members of the Agency are now left largely to their own devices, a little bit older and a little bit wiser, and in all likelihood probably a fair amount more confused than they were before.

After interacting with Arche, the flickering lights have all but ceased, presumably because Arche has proceeded to start...working on that, intent on doing what she can to make the facility a little more pleasant and liveable than it was before.

Following the various discussions, at least one thing seems apparent: the resident AI is having some memory loss, and is currently hard at work attempting to remedy that by searching for its missing memory cores in...well, however it is that AIs do that sort of thing, it's complicated and she probably wouldn't bore you with the specifics even if you asked.

So. That leaves a facility at your fingertips, and about eleven other people that you're apparently going to be dorm-mates with for at least the foreseeable future. Good luck with that?]

THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY

[OOC: And here is your last log for the week; as of now we're switching over to weekly sub-headered logs like this until investigations begin next week. For the time being, if you want to talk to Arche during the week, please use the top-level comment provided and specify the circumstances in your tag if need be!

Arche's information will be updated shortly to reflect the new changes she's undergone!]

Comments

Art Room

[thermals]

[When Tobias comes to rest in the Art Room he notices Ginti working over at the table but doesn't address him immediately. What with how his chest is heaving and his beak is slightly parted, it's obvious he's been doing a lot of flying already this morning. He considers just leaving once he's caught his breath enough to take off again, but the longer he stays the more he gets a chance to see what Ginti's working on.

And, well. Color him curious.]

< You seem busy. >

[...he's still wearing his little thought speak reading top hat and everything, it seems.]

[nullorvoid]

[Ginti only glances up for a moment, noticing the bird's entrance but not saying anything; he figures that if Taka has something to say, he'll say it. And, well. Say it he does, kinda.]

It passes the time. Not much else to do for now, right?

[thermals]

< Right. It's either that or go talk to Arche, but she doesn't know any more than we do right now. >

[Or not much, at least. He tightens his grip on the easel he's perched on, adjusting his wings so they'll lay more comfortably against his back.]

< Making something particular, or just passing time? >

[nullorvoid]

Both, I think.

[That's...helpful, Ginti.]

We'll see what it turns out to be when I'm done with it. Right now it's something to focus do that isn't thinking about all of this.

[thermals]

< It's weird that this place even has an art room. Or a music room, or...everything else it has. Like, we've been kidnapped, but we're supposed to at least enjoy ourselves in the meantime. >

[nullorvoid]

She tucked us into bed.

[Like that says pretty much everything.]

Say whatever you want about Arche, but she doesn't seem to want us to be upset. It'd be pretty easy to make us all miserable, right? But she's not doing that. She gives us whatever we want, we can go wherever.

From the sound of it she has to keep you guys alive so we can do our job, but she doesn't have to be nice about it.

[thermals]

< I guess. Something about it just isn't sitting right with me. >

[He has his reasons for being so on edge about this, no matter how nice the AI is being to them.

...not to mention he wasn't very pleased with being tucked in, but he's probably the only one who shares that opinion.]

[nullorvoid]

[...Yeah, Ginti won't say that wasn't weird as hell, but that's mostly because literally no one's done that for him before.]

If you want to go complain because it's not torturing us enough, you be my guest - but if you open that particular door, don't be all surprised when it enters.

[thermals]

< I'll pass. It's a better set up than we could have had, you're right. It's just...still weird.

I'm going to keep looking around in a bit. I haven't really found anything worth bringing up, but I haven't checked out the whole place yet either. >

[nullorvoid]

Let me know if you see anything, I guess.

[He's quiet for a moment longer before he speaks up again; his attention is focused on his carving even when he does.]

...Hey, Taka. D'you look like that all the time, or is it just what you're choosing to look like now?

[thermals]

[It takes Tobias a moment to answer that as he watches the man carve, but he eventually does.]

< I usually look like this. ...why? >

[nullorvoid]

[He shrugs, as much as he can without messing up what he's doing.]

You don't act like an animal.

[thermals]

[...]

< I usually look like this...but not always. So you're...sortof right. >

[nullorvoid]

[Well.

That does get a pause out of him, though he's smirking a bit when he continues.]

I'm not gonna say anything to anybody.

[thermals]

< I wish I knew I could trust you. ...but thanks anyway. >

[It's not surprising that Ginti figured that out, though. You don't usually run into birds who act just like people do.

Maybe if he's lucky he won't turn up with a starving Yeerk abandoning ship in the next couple days.]

[nullorvoid]

[Another shrug!]

Everybody's got secrets, it's none of my business what you do with 'em. Unless you know someone around here that can rip them out of my head - and I know a guy, but he's not here - it's not like I care enough to tell.

But you think what you want.

[thermals]

[Tobias tilts his head a little before shifting his wings in something of a bird shrug. ...or maybe he's just moving, who knows.]

< Mm...just...have to be careful. That's all.

...can I ask you something, though? >

[nullorvoid]

...Go on, shoot.

[thermals]

< Why was Arche calling you "Flush" before? >

[nullorvoid]

...I oversee a lot of high-stakes gambling. It's a feature of the bar I run, let's say. Flushes are good hands in poker - royal's as good as it gets - and when you're playing at my bar, you want to win, no matter what.

Otherwise...water's kind of my thing in general. If you're going to say you expected me to like fire more, save it, because it's not original.

[thermals]

< More original than mine- "Wings". That's kinda self explanatory.

Guess Arche gave us these names to fit in with the agent motif. >

[nullorvoid]

Maybe. It's hard to say what she's doing.

At this point I don't know if she knows what she's doing.

[thermals]

[That causes him to duck his head a little, sighing inwardly.]

< I think it's safe to say she doesn't. If somebody really did move those cores to a place they aren't supposed to be, they did a good job of it. It doesn't sound like she really knows where to even start looking, either. >

[nullorvoid]

Yeah, and the problem with that is we don't know if the damn cores are still in the building, so I don't know what the hell we're supposed to do about it.

[thermals]

< I asked her if there was anything else we could do to get to that information other than by finding the cores, but she said there wasn't. Apparently she's designed to be an information hub for this whole place, but if those cores are missing there's no other way to get to it. >