Miss Pauling (
prpl_assistant) wrote2011-09-12 11:56 am
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Memo 001: Meet the Assistant.
A. Action for 1337 Benny Road.
[The first thing Miss Pauling notes when she opens her eyes is how bright the bedroom is. She shuts her eyes tightly, having not yet readjusted to the light. However, when she opens them up again, she immediately notes something else.
The walls around her weren't coloured purple.
Confused, she reaches for her glasses at the bedside table, only to note that they weren't her usual optic wear either. They were just the wrong shape.]
That's strange, where are my glasses...?
[Her hands fumbled around for her familiar pair of spectacles, until she accidentally knocked over the lamp with a resounding smash.]
Ooops.
B. Phone
Hello? Is there anyone there? I...I think I've been kidnapped!
[The first thing Miss Pauling notes when she opens her eyes is how bright the bedroom is. She shuts her eyes tightly, having not yet readjusted to the light. However, when she opens them up again, she immediately notes something else.
The walls around her weren't coloured purple.
Confused, she reaches for her glasses at the bedside table, only to note that they weren't her usual optic wear either. They were just the wrong shape.]
That's strange, where are my glasses...?
[Her hands fumbled around for her familiar pair of spectacles, until she accidentally knocked over the lamp with a resounding smash.]
Ooops.
B. Phone
Hello? Is there anyone there? I...I think I've been kidnapped!
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Mr.Lithuania then. I'm Miss Pauling, and it's a pleasure to speak with you. If you have the time, would you mind sharing some of these theories with me? Just let me quickly get a pen and pencil...
[She hurries back to the living room and searches for them, before hurrying back to the phone.]
Alright. I'm ready.
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I've heard people say this place isn't real, and it's a computer simulation or something like a holodeck. It would explain a lot of the odd things that happen here.
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Holodeck? I'm sorry, but what is that?
[She pauses, before she adds another question.]
And could you list some of the odd things? Are they dangerous in anyway?
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...Ah, this place is often very dangerous. There's milk delivered to your doorstep every morning. Just throw it out--it's poisoned, or there are razor blades in it, or things like that.
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She was by now a bit wary of the man on the other side of the phone; how much did he know about this place and could she really trust him? She'll have to be a bit more wary of him, although she does appreciate all he's told her so far.
She shudders involuntarily though, when he mentions the milk.]
Ugh, thanks for the warning. I've never really liked milk anyway.
Speaking of milk, you mentioned a Milkman and a Postman earlier? I can guess why the Milkman is dangerous, but what about the Postman?
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Is there anything else I should know then, Mr.Lithuania? Or someone else I could go to for further clarification on certain things?
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Ah, I know there's a brochure floating around town. I don't have one, but I'm sure if you ask about it someone should have an extra.
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And I'll definitely have to look out for that brochure. Thank you very much, Mr.Lithuania.
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[Part of her was glad that Mr.Lithuania didn't know about Respawn, or how death was like in Mayfield, and genuinely sounded like he really had no clue. That meant that it was more likely that he was in her situation, and not just bluffing.]
Lastly, are there any of the other prisoners here who I should look out for? Are there any mentally-ill people, or criminals here?
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[She makes a mental note to see whether she could get a gun in this place. Mr.Lithuania didn't seem like the right type of person to ask regarding firearms, so she'd probably have to ask the RED Sniper again.]
Thanks for the heads up. I'll keep an eye out and stay away from him.
Thanks so much for all your help Mr.Lithuania. It's really nice of you to help me out, seeing as you don't even know me.
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Well, I'd better get started looking for that brochure. Thanks again. [She pauses, a bit uncertain whether she should extend her invitation. But technically, the man didn't work for TF Industries, or RED or BLU. Surely it wasn't going against company policy...]
If you ever want someone to talk to, I'd be happy to be there. Have a nice day then, Mr.Lithuania.