>>5327458Feeling a little more comfortable with your new ability after testing it out a few more times on debris and Art’s sleeve, you finally remember that there are other people inside the lab with you.
So, you begin as you watch Teevor and Rodhi struggle to assess the damages in the control booth, what are you nerds going to do next, huh?
“As much as I hate to admit it, the <span class="mu-g">HIGH SCHOLAR</span> was serious when she mentioned those <span class="mu-b">CIPHERS</span> of hers…” The mage sighs as Rodhi fights a losing battle against the console’s remains. “As you can probably imagine she was a bit paranoid about dissent, so rebuilding this place might take time even <span class="mu-i">with</span> a self-repairing facility…”
Sure enough, as soon as the researcher mentions those words the bits of rubble lying around slowly drift towards their original places. “<span class="mu-i">LOTS</span> of time.”
“Do you require any assistance?” Sybil asks with a spark of enthusiasm in her voice! “Maybe someone who can learn some of the facility functions an-”
“Getting past Izitha’s security protocols could take <span class="mu-i">weeks</span>--time neither you or I have, as you can probably imagine.”
“He’s right…” Art nods, “We’ve officially got a shot at stopping this mess now, right Stan?”
Damn right, you reply with a toothy grin! It took a long time, sure, but you <span class="mu-i">did</span> it! Now all that’s left is to take the fight to <span class="mu-r">TIM!</span>
… and check out that party that Cliff and the others are having, maybe.
“Hm? Wha?” Teevor asks, glancing up from his work. “Where are you going?”
There’s a few other skeletons who have strong feelings about the current management, you explain–you might check in with them later.
“Ah. Glad I’m not crazy then.” The mage nods as he quietly returns to his work. Watching him prod at the console, you feel someone else prod at you! Ow!
“Quit whinin’, cupcake!” Groans Ly’s disembodied voice. “You wanna invite these goofs up to da’ <span class="mu-g">DRIVE-IN?</span>”
Watching the Atlanteans work, all you can do is shrug–they don’t seem like partiers, do they?
“Not really, but maybe Cliff could use ‘em?” Suggests your skeleton. “It’s not like dis’ place is goin’ anywhere…”
Sure, you frown, but you’d rather not leave that <span class="mu-g">TOTEM</span> unguarded-
“Then have ‘em use their golems or whatever!”
Brushing off his words, you ultimately decide to:
<span class="mu-b">ABILITY AND INVENTORY PASTEBIN UPDATED!</span>
>ASK IF THEY’D LIKE TO MEET MORE SKELETONS!>LEAVE THEM TO THEIR BUSINESS!>WRITE-IN!