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trash bin PART TWO
| the pygmalion. . . ???  OPENING PROGRAM . . . . . . . . . _PROGRAM CRASHED _PROGRAM REBOOT? >N >SCAN PROGRAM . . . _PROGRAM CRASHED . . . >EMERGENCY LEVEL . . . >EMERGENCY LEVEL . . . _EMERGENCY LEVEL LOADING LOADING. . . LOADING. . . LOADING TEXTURE-NIGHT-SKY, TEXTURE-FULL-MOON, TEXTURE-DIRT-PATH, TEXTURE-CAMPFIRE LOADING SOUND-CRICKETS, SOUND-GRAVEL, SOUND-WIND, SOUND-FIRE-CRACKLING UPLOADING USER UPLOADING USER UPLOADING USER UPLOAD SUCCESSFUL TRASH BIN It feels more like an electrical zap than dying. Dying might feel a little bit more like falling asleep, but this is harder, more painful. If you've ever been electrocuted, the feeling might seem familiar; the discovery you make when you open your eyes, too, is likely very familiar. It's the night sky. Stars twinkle, a fire cracks warmly. You sit up and observe the surrounding area, and it's like you've woken up in some sort of canyon. The fire burns brightly, the moon shines beautifully, the crickets sing, and it is ... peaceful. Mostly. You know you're dead. This must be, then, the after life? Or something like it, at least. The horizon stretches on forever, the dirt and gravel seemingly endless. The moon is so big and bright, it's like you could reach out and touch her. There's a shed not too far from the fire, only but a stone's throw away, as if someone else might have made it, and then went inside it. Approaching it, you can see the light glowing inside it through the dusty windows that are littered with fingerprints. A computer screen, so large and wide that it's baffling, sits, waiting. Turning knob reveals that the shed is unlocked, and stepping inside... it doesn't feel any different from the outside. A chair sits in the center of the room, a strange contraption strapped to the head of it. It looks like it would lower itself upon the head of whoever dares to sit on it, and wires from it's bottom curl up towards the machines attached to the screen. Several smaller desktop screens sit beneath the giant monitor. They, too, are hooked up to the machines scattered around the room, to the ominous one perched on top of the medical chair, and they blink, as if fighting to stay alive without use. Pressing the giant monitor on, it lights up, and displays, strangely enough... a security camera feed. You push the button. It switches to another room. Again, another room. Again, another room. So on and forth. You peeping tom! But no one can blame you, in the end. You might as well digitally haunt the rest of the ship until the game ends, and AL-2955 can clean out the trash bin. ...Right? rule book taken characters information cards |
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For the love of-- Would it kill to at least leave a light out?!
[ Ugh, he's getting up and feeling along THIS wall now. Where does it lead us? It better not lead to a grue. ]
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Sadly, Machias is not going to get a helpful light to aid him on his way. What he gets instead is another shelf. The biggest difference between this row and the previous one is that the air feels much less stale here, as if there were an opening somewhere nearby.
If Machias chooses to press forward by clinging to the shelf instead of pursuing what might be an open area, he'll find that the shelf is much too long for its own good. It stretches for roughly the same length of time as the previous one before once again, shockingly, coming to an abrupt end.
Feel for that open area, follow the new wall, or other! ]
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[ You can hear the sarcasm dripping from him. Fine, fine. He'll blindly brave through the open area and pray he doesn't meet an unfortunate end. Or land on his ass a third time. ]
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And whoops! As Machias steps ever-closer to what can only be called "comparatively fresher air," he'll come across a thick, stone railing. If he places his hand on the banister, his fingers will come into contact with a thick, oily liquid. Called oil. Machias has (potentially) officially found the source of the oil smell! The railing runs parallel to the bookshelves Machias has been following.
Bending down and reaching through the balusters will show that there's no floor past the rail. This open area is quite literally open! And across the way (yes, from the direction Machias came from) there's a light in the distance.
What now? ]
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Upon touching this mysterious oily substance (that may or may not be lamp oil), Machias wrinkles his nose, quickly drawing back his hand. Some of it got onto his fingertips, but even feeling the texture isn't going to tell him anything else he already knows. Besides it being oily oil. ... It's fucking oil, right.
So what would happen if someone decided to set the oily substance on fire, anyway? ... No, let's not. Machias, at least, has far better impulse control than that and he doesn't want to risk burning the house down in case someone did decide to pour lamp oil all over the place. Goddess knows why someone would be insane enough to do that-- oh.
Let's... cautiously be aware of potential hazards here and stay alert and shove whatever unnerving thoughts that might have crawled in just then aside. Since this cradle appears to be trolling Machias (why, even he doesn't know - wait, yes he does), he's going to make note of that mysterious light for later. But for now: new place, who dis. Let's look around this room! What else can we find here? Anything remotely resembling tables or something that can be used as a lamp in here? ]
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Alas, there is absolutely nothing visible in this hallway! There's no new furniture, only the same bookshelves as before. The shelves appear to be lining the walls and, what's worse, they don't even have the decency to be set up in an interesting pattern. As far as Machias can tell, this is a straight shot from one location to another.
Of course, Machias could continue feebly feeling around to try and avoid stubbing his toe (or falling on his ass), but clearly this cradle is out to get him.
This is a straight shot from one location to another and Machias has yet to find exactly where that second location is.
Luckily for him, his fumbling gets someone's attention. One of the less distinct footsteps echoing in the library starts getting a lot more distinct. There's no light accompanying this set, but they're consistently coming from the same direction: somewhere in front of Machias, which would be the area he's yet to explore.
If he waits around, he should bump into someone in roughly forty-five seconds. Of course, he could always run away or meet them half-way. Or maybe he wants to jump over the railing? ]
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Ugh. I don't believe this - not even a single window either?!
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Where the hell is the exit?!
[ BANGS HIS FIST TO THE WALL. Well, the bookshelf. He probably knocked off some of the books too. ]
Is there even an exit? ... What, they couldn't be bothered to put one in here?! Because it's a simulation?! How are we expected to get anything done here if we don't have a single clue as to what we're doing?
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...?! Who's there?!
[ Let's just immediately place that hand over the pouch on his belt. You know, just in case. ]