War Week

Dec. 1st, 2018 09:51 pm
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[A week has gone and past, as has the first of your number. The Researcher revealing himself, more or less, by punishing Patches, the Trusty, for pushing an unclear boundary.]

[And yet, routine seems to have returned. The Researcher makes morning and evening announcements as if nothing has happened. Meals are served in the dining hall. The copies of Oregon Trail in the computer lab now have a text-only mode for some reason? Penny has not been seen since Friday, and attempts to access the Security Room have been fruitless.]

[But overall, life in the Facility has remained unchanged. But the atmosphere is getting tenser - sooner or later something is going to break.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday Thursday

investigation?

Date: 2018-12-02 10:02 am (UTC)
boxtrot: (I'd rob my own apartment)
From: [personal profile] boxtrot
[Spy's starting to get nervous.

That in and of itself is cause for alarm. A Spy's job is to keep a level head- strike fear in the opposition, not the other way around.

But a week is a long time to be trapped in this place. He honestly expected his fellow mercenaries to storm this prison, by now. The fact that they haven't, and that he's no closer to finding a way out- it's worrisome.

He's spent a week keeping out of people's way, sticking to the sidelines, scoping out the area; it hasn't helped. Someone's dead, and any one of them could die next.

Spy needs to actually work together with these people if he wants to survive.

But first? He's gonna complain.]


Who even named these dishes, anyway? Good Lord...

[He's looking at the breakfast menu with something approaching disgust.

Much later, Spy will be hanging around the security room. He's not foolish enough to try the door himself, but he is going to snoop around for any hint of the Researcher- or Penny, for that matter.]

Date: 2018-12-03 06:42 am (UTC)
boxtrot: (I would tear my face away)
From: [personal profile] boxtrot
[First of all, is the door soundproof? Is there any way to hear what might be on the other side?]

Date: 2018-12-03 11:04 pm (UTC)
boxtrot: (And try to do the same)
From: [personal profile] boxtrot
[Oh, Spy does not like that. He looks up at the speakers, then looks around briefly for whatever cameras must be in the hallway.]

No, thank you.

[Looks like this expedition was a bust, huh.]

breakfast

Date: 2018-12-05 02:21 am (UTC)
biolence: (10)
From: [personal profile] biolence
An idiot.

[Rosa flops down across the table from Spy Boy with two (2) heaping plates of breakfast food and starts shoveling hashbrowns and eggs in her mouth.]

Or possibly someone who once worked at a Chuck E. Cheese.

Date: 2018-12-05 07:15 pm (UTC)
boxtrot: (I would tear my face away)
From: [personal profile] boxtrot
Of course.

[Spy begins to take a sip of his coffee, but pauses. He tilts his head slightly, bemused.]

Who the hell is Chuck E. Cheese?

[Ol' Charles Entertainment won't exist for another 7 years in Spy's timeline.]

Date: 2018-12-06 05:37 am (UTC)
biolence: (08)
From: [personal profile] biolence
A robotic mouse who serves pizza to children and hypnotizes them into his ball pit.

[Completely deadpan.]

Date: 2018-12-06 03:11 pm (UTC)
boxtrot: (I'd wear that—I'd wear that.)
From: [personal profile] boxtrot
A pied piper with horrible taste in culinary names and a sense of historical irony. God help us.

Date: 2018-12-08 04:30 am (UTC)
biolence: (10)
From: [personal profile] biolence
Mm, no.

[Rosa gulps down another massive forkful of eggs.]

That's a godless place. Trust me.