text. un: archivist.

[question]

A moment of your time, if I may. I only just arrived, so I'm endeavoring to answer all the requisite stupid questions — I've never been in space before, I don't remember coming here, I want to go home, and so on. But I understand that we're all in the same boat, so I'll spare you the crisis.

However. I looked over the staff positions, and after some exploration through this filthy maze of a place, I have come to the conclusion that offering to play librarian is pointless when I cannot find the damn library. Has anybody come across it? If not, have we managed to open anywhere that's locked off? Several of the crew floors have recreational facilities, but not the 5th, so that's my best guess for our missing library.

Finally. I'm actually recording this from spoken word to text as I appear to have superglued my fingers together with this- this space glue-gun. Does anyone know how to dissolve the stuff? Or should I resign myself to losing the skin of my fingertips?

Message ends.

Comments

[thieving]

Could have been the whole hand. Lucky lucky you.

Have you considered a knife? Something sharp to perhaps separate it? Are they stuck skin to skin or is there some visible gluey substance in between that you could at least try to sever?

[question]

There's a little bit of the substance between them, varying by positioning of the fingers. I did make some attempts with some broken glass, but I came very close to simply cutting myself. I don't have an actual knife, and if I did, I'm not ambidextrous enough for precision work.

[thieving]

Cutting yourself on glass seems a small price to pay for freedom of your fingers.

[ coward!!! ]

Perhaps there are scalpels in the medbay. Or a knife in the mess hall. I'd be happy to be of service if you haven't found yourself someone else who can help.

[ trust a stranger with a knife. yes. ]

[question]

At the very least you can help find me something sharp to work with.

[ he'll assess whether he wants your help with the cutting part once he actually meets you, thanks. ]

[sospita]

Your answer to everything is "a knife".

[thieving]

As if it's a terrible answer.

[sospita]

Just volunteer to cut his fingers free already. I know about your stockpile of cutlery under the bed.

[thieving]

[ GESTURING VAGUELY................ ]

I just offered. I'm not a cad!

As nosy as ever, I see.

[sospita]

[ OFFENDED: ] It's not "nosy" if it's a public comm.

[thieving]

It's nosy if you're a detective.

[sospita]

I'm off the clock, until further notice.

[thieving]

You wouldn't know what off the clock was even if I placed it in your hands and closed your fingers over it.

[sospita]

Crime doesn't sleep and neither do I, VELVET.

My ribs still hurt, anyways. I'm no good for anything if I can't raise a glass, let alone a gun.

[thieving]

No need to shout, Juno.

I'm glad you're listening to your bodily needs at the very least.

[sospita]

Finger slipped. It's easier to type than "Sigourney" anyways.

Whatever. If I don't stay still, you won't stay still. Are you going to help the genius who glued his fingers together?

[thieving]

We'll wait and see what our esteemed Archivist says. I'll see to him if he wants, gentleman that I am.

As for the lady, how's your pain? Is this a subtle call for me to fluff your pillows again for you?

[question]

A police detective? Or a PI?

[ guess who else is a nosy fuck. ]

[sospita]

The second. Don't have my license on me, but Velvet can vouch. What's it to you?

[ takes one to know one ]

[question]

Just curious, I suppose. I've been investigating this place as best I can; I want to record what we know of it. Having the input of someone more experienced in the practice would be helpful.

[sospita]

The best thing we all can do is fall back on old habits.

There's plenty TO investigate, at least. What do you have, so far? Velvet and I have a door we can't open we're working on. There's been odd objects in people's bodies and sounds in the walls, both of which I've heard of, but not experienced. I'm thinking when we were shifted in from wherever we came, some of us

missed landing in the right area. Teleportation pads are shit technology, no matter what.

@gamoras

[recce]

I was going to suggest the same thing.

[ if brute force didn't work. ]

And I have a dagger.

[question]

[ RAPIDLY GROWING CONCERNED FOR HIS FINGERS.

who just has a dagger, anyway? ]

[thieving]

Perfectly logical train of thought! You see? Knives solve a lot of problems, dear Archivist.

Much better than the hard plastic cutlery in the mess.

[recce]

[ finally someone sensible!! ]

Blades solve most problems.

[ broadening from knives to include her two faves: daggers and swords. ]

It's unfortunate that the station is so ill-equipped.

[ she had been livid at having to make do with plastic and glass until she found her dagger. ]

[thieving]

[ why are people so afraid of sharp and pointy things. cowards. ]

You would think there'd be a solid blade of metal in the kitchen, but nothing at all. Dreadful, really. It makes me wonder what exactly happened, if perhaps they're behind one of those locked doors on board or if this place was ransacked before our arrival.

Suppose we'll have to make do with what we have. You'll lucky.