WEEK ONE

[lockdownmods]

[ Well that Orientation... happened. Whether you feel more informed or not, the truth remains. Here you are, within Fayflower University. You have your run of the campus, indoors and out.

There's also your tablets to play with. There are several apps-- and even a game! They didn't leave you without some entertainment. The music is a bit dated though...

And should you wish, there's still time to talk to the "staff" in a more... private setting. The office. They're not hard to find. Well-- your Professor, Han and Megumi aren't. Oswald is a bit more... difficult. ]

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Comments

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Yes.... it's very convenient.

[You know what is is convenient?]

And come to think of it.... they did provide us with that balcony at the dormitory as well... so that would be an excellent building place for our little project.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I-

[Poe opens his mouth to argue about that, only to have to close it as he realizes that yes, that is an accurate description of abilities.]

.... I'd not describe it that way myself, but um... yes?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I.... still. Are... are there no adults willing to risk their lives???

[He knows you said there's no other option, but surely there's adults who can take responsibility around there, right???]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Detective work and writing.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I suppose.... though really, that's just one more thing to question them about.

[Poe just.... sighs deeply.]

At this rate.... the questions seem to multiply everyday.

[sendintheclown]

[Finally Gogol laughs, leaving Karl to the floor. Blade in hand, he stands up. He takes a step back, if only a small one, and taps the knife against his lip.]

I couldn’t help myself. [That noise was priceless.] The other one, now.

[reshoot]

Give me some mystique. Max Caulfield, enigma.

[Let's force ourselves not to get too dower, shall we?]

So, are we gonna go break some rules?

[. . .]

Well, not break the rules.

Because if we did, we'd uh, die.

Let's go...cause trouble without inciting any kind of authoritative unrest?

[reshoot]

The coolest.

[Siiiiigh.]

Do you wanna sit with me for a bit? I think we're overdo for getting to know each other a bit better.

[reshoot]

It's been through some pretty wild adventures with me.

...It also used to belongs to my best friend's Dad before he passed away. So it's really important.

[Still, she smiles.]

Thanks for agreeing to help me out. You're probably not so bad, even if you are a time machine thief.

[reshoot]

That's fine. I don't need you to be my sensei or anything. Just my friend.

[. . .]

Aw man, that was way too cheesy.

[reshoot]

Huh? [Cranes her neck over towards him.]

Oh, well...I mean, there's not exactly a ton to do here, so...

[reshoot]

Slightly. I feel like the effect of catharsis is ultimately muted when you're living at St. Deathtrap's Academy.

[smiles and waves a hand.]

Sorry for scaring you.

[reshoot]

Here's something I don't broadcast to most people, then...

I had a best friend when I was 13, and...her Dad died right before I moved away. It hit her really hard, and instead of being there for her, I barely texted her or kept up with her at all. It was too hard for me, and I know that's...super weak, but it is what it is and I can't change the past. [Well, actually...]

So there you have it! A dark secret from Max Caulfield that no one else here knows. We can keep this stuff between us.

[reshoot]

[are you fucking kidding me you ancient french piece of shit]

. . .Huh?

Oh.

Oh boy.

It took me a sec to catch that. Digital has another meaning when I'm from. [she wishes this wasn't happening to her so that she could appreciate how HILARIOUS this is.]

I should be more careful with the words I use, I guess, ahaha...[awkward...]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Of course you couldn't....

[In what's probably the fastest anyone's seen him move here, Poe darts forward to snatch Karl off the floor and leave the pocket knife in it's place. The death glare he's leveling at Gogol now would probably be intimidating if Poe wasn't clutching Replica Karl protectively to his chest.]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I... I see.

[Awkward pause. Um.... what's he supposed to say next....?]

I... myself have found myself writing a fair amount here too... I mean... I already have the first draft of an new novel done so....

[sendintheclown]

[With a bow, Gogol sweeps the switchblade from the floor, and tucks both blades into his pockets.]

It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[Poe just makes some sort of noise of disagreement in response. Sorry, he's now a bit preoccupied checking for any sort of damage or signs of meddling on replica Karl. It's a great distraction from the terrible mistake he's probably just made in giving the clown knives.]

[sendintheclown]

There are plenty of people who would struggle with that. Or lie about it.

[covertizer]

Enigma, wrapped in a mystery, wrapped in intrigue.

[ Powerful. ]

The sooner we get cracking with the whole "causing trouble and seeking secrets without causing enough damage to the facilities to warrant Todd-shaped intervention" thing, the sooner we'll have access to all those potential bolt holes and secret passages.

[ SPARKLES. ]

Avoiding death is pretty high on my to do list, no worries there.

[sendintheclown]

Of course. I’ve given him everything.

[What exactly he means by that is up to Hank.]

I wouldn’t do it for anyone else.

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol quickly chews the other, and gets up to take his leave.]

I hope you’ll tell me about it all at a later date.

[covertizer]

So, the law of God then? [ Does that count as a secret, roundabout victory for him?] That seems like antonym of opinion, rather than one of fact.

We don't know anything about gods or what they're like. Maybe they're just as corrupt as the rest of us?

[ ........ Well, along this train of thought: ]

Corruption, then.

[sendintheclown]

She might not have, but it doesn’t mean she’s never had violence in her heart.

[covertizer]

Yup. Everything costs money. That's... kind of the catch-22 I guess. You need time and money to do things, and there's never enough of both.