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>Investigate the rest of the barn.
You consider it would be improper to ply the other elsen with… whatever they’re offering. Most people around here are usually so thin-strung anyway- it’s the nature of the job. It gets to people. The foot-tapping little stick bug looks like he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders anyway. Better to leave him be. Besides, you can investigate the rest of the barn for any insights on what's going on around here. As you leave, the diminutive elsen swigs from his drink again.
“I’m so gonna get fired…”
The barn, for the most part, is pretty orderly. Such spacious design allows for a variety of people to come and go from the place, making space for whatever need be at the moment. If you remember correctly, this place was used to store random crap that people had nowhere else to put, belongings and machinery and other random assortments. Now, however, it houses a variety of inspectors, all diligently dawdling away on their clipboards and devices. The hustle and bustle of the crowd gives the place an almost lively feeling, chirping, echoey chatter bouncing off the ever empty walls of the interior. You navigate your way to the back of the place, avoiding bumping into the worker ants as you do.
What catches your attention first is the radio static. Mountains of televisions, all haphazardly strung against the back wall of the farm- up to the ceiling- fuzz away in the background. Each display, as grainy as they are, makes clear the vision of an inspector. The views in each of the cameras are as frantic as they are diligent, toiling away routinely against the white static of the monitors.
