Check-In [Week 1]

[helborn]

All right, you know the deal. If you're yourself, psychically raise your hand.

Or, uh, if that doesn't make sense to you, just... let people know you're you. I'm myself, obviously, but I have no idea what the hell my archetype or role is. I was infiltrating last time as Ace -

- shit, I need to avoid him. Anyway! Yeah. Uh. ... Yeah...

[His psychic voice just trails off as the awkward overtakes him.]

Comments

[okanetendo]

What's up?

...Claudia. Given that I know what your pre-Traveller dayjob was, a storage unit for what, exactly? The chance this is relevant has reached the 'would bet money on it' stage.

[claudiometer]

'Sentient security system for a goddamn warehouse' is almost too on the nose, thanks. [Especially given what she knows about the Warehouse proper. Maybe it's a good thing Helena's not around right now.]

Construction materials, mostly, for whatever it is they're building planetside. The planet in question is more plastic in nature than anything else, so it's not even really fit for Hecatite habitation but they're determined to make something of it anyway. Besides, whatever non-Hecatites they deem worthy of helping can't grow their own material.

[okanetendo]

"Whatever it is they're building planetside."

Could you vague it up a little for me?

[claudiometer]

Not really. I don't think she has enough context to know what it is, and asking hasn't been a priority.

[okanetendo]

Betting money it's relevant, that you're in charge of THE Warehouse, not A warehouse. Mind looking into it while we work dreamside?

[claudiometer]

I think Hecatites are too rational-minded to stockpile supernatural tchotchkes.

But I take your point. I'll see what I can dig up.

[okanetendo]

Fortune smile on you, babe.

And if Grant's from Aratta, I will laugh all the way to the bank.

[claudiometer]

He's not. Alexandra's only seen him here.