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vatheon2013-09-15 12:37 am
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[If you've visited the island any time in the past week, then you would have had the briefest conversation with Station Master in the elevator, right before you stepped off onto the island, demeanor as polite as ever as he speaks--]
I'm trying out some new cookie recipes and wanted to know if you wanted to try some. Stop by, when you and your friends are able. I’m thinking of baking up a big batch on Saturday and pass them out where we met before. You really should come.
[--before the doors of the elevator will close, dissuading further conversation. He certainly looked far too serious to be talking about cookies.]
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[For those who take Station Master up on his offer, he'll be waiting by the warehouse up on the island, distracted, before waving people inside. Inside are cookies, muffins, and cups of water, but those aren't the real reason he's summoned you here. When Station Master steps inside, he removes his hat, but his gaze is still distant, as if he has other thoughts preoccupying him.]
I’m sorry for calling everyone here on such short notice. I’m afraid I had little choice though and my message is not an enjoyable one.
[His expression is serious now, very serious.]
This morning I intercepted a message meant for the Head Nurse from the lead scientists who are behind this experiment. I was able to erase the message, leaving her unaware of its existence for now but I’m afraid I’ve only been able to buy us some time, nothing more.
[He’s reaching into his pocket now, drawing out a folded piece of paper. The message for those who’d rather read it black on white.]
It said they have gathered all the data needed and are shutting down this project. They’ve also given her the all clear on eradicating all left over assets. That is to say… you.
((Now with a summary))
I'm trying out some new cookie recipes and wanted to know if you wanted to try some. Stop by, when you and your friends are able. I’m thinking of baking up a big batch on Saturday and pass them out where we met before. You really should come.
[--before the doors of the elevator will close, dissuading further conversation. He certainly looked far too serious to be talking about cookies.]
[For those who take Station Master up on his offer, he'll be waiting by the warehouse up on the island, distracted, before waving people inside. Inside are cookies, muffins, and cups of water, but those aren't the real reason he's summoned you here. When Station Master steps inside, he removes his hat, but his gaze is still distant, as if he has other thoughts preoccupying him.]
I’m sorry for calling everyone here on such short notice. I’m afraid I had little choice though and my message is not an enjoyable one.
[His expression is serious now, very serious.]
This morning I intercepted a message meant for the Head Nurse from the lead scientists who are behind this experiment. I was able to erase the message, leaving her unaware of its existence for now but I’m afraid I’ve only been able to buy us some time, nothing more.
[He’s reaching into his pocket now, drawing out a folded piece of paper. The message for those who’d rather read it black on white.]
It said they have gathered all the data needed and are shutting down this project. They’ve also given her the all clear on eradicating all left over assets. That is to say… you.
((Now with a summary))
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They could just drown us or starve us or drop in an army of bunnies to slaughter us all.
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There's a problem with that though. Some of us have those weird shirts that let people breathe underwater. [He remembers getting one from Zelda when he returned to the city, but he's never worn it.
He doesn't even know how to swim yet.]
As for starvin', people'll get desperate and start eatin' their own kind or start trying to hunt. Of course they'll run out of a food source, but if they drop... bunnies down here, that'd be fixed. [A beat.] What's so scary 'bout rabbits, anyway?
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Bunnies only look harmless. They're actually very sinister and- oh god, I'd rather drown.
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[It looks silly on him.]
Sinister? You make it sound like you're describing shit from Hueco Mundo! ...Guess I'll just have to kill 'em to keep you in one piece, huh?
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[He's joking.]
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[She can't tell. Bunnies are serious business.]
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