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citylogs2023-12-11 12:02 pm
keepgodwaiting) wrote in citylogs2023-12-11 12:02 pm
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[open mingle] I do my crosswords in pen
WHO: Constantine (keepgodwaiting) & you!
WHAT: Metaplot deciphering!
WHERE: The Welcome Diner
WHEN: Early December
WARNINGS: Probable discussion of human experimentation
Another month, another weird new building, and Johanna has been thinking. If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, then they ought to try some new things, right?
Trying to stay away from the dorms at Halloween didn't work. Trying to escape the mall had mixed results. So maybe it's time to abandon the avoidant strategy and see what happens if they approach things a bit more head-on. Starting, in her case, with investigating every open door she could find in the Science Center until she found the director's office.
(Yes, she did just get told off by several friends for running into potentially dangerous situations with no backup; no, she did not alert anybody that she was going to do this; but hey, it was completely uneventful and therefore she has not broken any promises to anyone!)
The most interesting thing in there, by far, is the unlocked computer, and with a little digging she found a very interesting email. More carefully redacted notes. And she wonders ...
So one evening -- around dinner time, after sunset, in the hopes of being available to the most residents -- Johanna posts up in the welcome diner with a stack of notebooks, pens, and her phone. She's hand-copying the redacted file from her phone onto paper, with XXXXXs to indicate the number of characters in the redacted words. It's an arduous process, and every so often she straightens up from the work with a groan to crack her back. After she gets the whole thing copied down, she picks up her phone to make a network post:
[ ooc: Feel free to treat this like an open mingle, converse with other characters, hop around, etc! I'll be making a top level with the text of the two redacted files from the newsletter, in which we can crowdsource guesses about what the missing words might be!
ETA: Feel free to put guesses in this document! ]
keepgodwaiting) & you!WHAT: Metaplot deciphering!
WHERE: The Welcome Diner
WHEN: Early December
WARNINGS: Probable discussion of human experimentation
Another month, another weird new building, and Johanna has been thinking. If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, then they ought to try some new things, right?
Trying to stay away from the dorms at Halloween didn't work. Trying to escape the mall had mixed results. So maybe it's time to abandon the avoidant strategy and see what happens if they approach things a bit more head-on. Starting, in her case, with investigating every open door she could find in the Science Center until she found the director's office.
(Yes, she did just get told off by several friends for running into potentially dangerous situations with no backup; no, she did not alert anybody that she was going to do this; but hey, it was completely uneventful and therefore she has not broken any promises to anyone!)
The most interesting thing in there, by far, is the unlocked computer, and with a little digging she found a very interesting email. More carefully redacted notes. And she wonders ...
So one evening -- around dinner time, after sunset, in the hopes of being available to the most residents -- Johanna posts up in the welcome diner with a stack of notebooks, pens, and her phone. She's hand-copying the redacted file from her phone onto paper, with XXXXXs to indicate the number of characters in the redacted words. It's an arduous process, and every so often she straightens up from the work with a groan to crack her back. After she gets the whole thing copied down, she picks up her phone to make a network post:
Anyone good at crossword puzzles? I've got a doozy of one I'm working on in the diner and could use some help.Anyone who cares to join her and try to decipher the redacted words, or make additional hard copies of the file to share out, is more than welcome to do so. Or just grab a cup of coffee and share theories with each other.
[ ooc: Feel free to treat this like an open mingle, converse with other characters, hop around, etc! I'll be making a top level with the text of the two redacted files from the newsletter, in which we can crowdsource guesses about what the missing words might be!
ETA: Feel free to put guesses in this document! ]
no subject
[ Different political systems, different worlds, different geography and biology and faiths and relationships... it's all too complicated for someone to think up for each and every one of them, over and over again. ] But I'll admit that the rest of it makes little sense either, so we can't rule anything out.
[ He sets his pen loudly on the table between them, breathing out a long, low sigh. ]
Screwing with the simulation, as you put it, means working outside of the perimeters of this little experiment of theirs. They clearly expect and are perfectly fine with things dissolving into violence and chaos. [ He stares down at the paper, frowning. ] Not that I would advocate with that even if it would put a wrench in their affairs. No point in punishing them in a way that also punishes us.
I know one person has made it out of our programmed geographical limitations. If we can do that, keep on doing that, maybe we'll get somewhere.
no subject
They got out? When? What happened?
[ This is the first he's heard of it. ]
no subject
[ Kim folds his fingers together atop the dingy table between them, looking off to the side. ]
He was... insensible, enraged. I couldn't get much out of him. And he vanished shortly thereafter. Whether that's by design or by chance, I couldn't say. Maybe he found a way out and they didn't want the news spreading?
[ It's just a guess. He didn't know Wrench very well. ]
All I managed to glean from him is that he somehow made it out beyond the barrier. All that waited for him was fog, mist, nothingness. He walked, trying to find a way out, until he found himself walking directly back from whence he came.