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towerofanimus2014-03-22 09:00 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2014-03-22 09:00 pm
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Teach the world
Characters: Open!
Setting: March 12th, secret floor
Format: whatever you want!
Summary: The hacking was apparently successful! After writing out his transcriptions into longhand, Enoch is ready to give everyone their due. A couple of people had a terrible time of things, after all, and he owes it to them.
Warnings: Nothing yet!
*At first he'd hidden his transcriptions and awaited punishment, spending what remained of that day and the next snatching up cups and plates and utensils from the cafeteria, storing them in the secret room. Whatever their punishment, they would be ready for this much, at least. After seeing what Xion and Richtofen had to go through to get what information they did, in particular, he owed it to his team.
When no punishment came, his first instinct was to worry. To anyone else, it may seem like perfectly natural paranoia - no punishment? That's too good to be true - but what Enoch hadn't told anyone about was his talk with Riki. He knew why it had been so easy to get where they needed to go. He had said not to spare them punishment to maintain his appearance. To avoid a repeat of what had happened to Dax. And after what had happened at Mitchell's terminal, he knew there was no excuse, no saying he hadn't known they were in there.
But in spite of his worry, he went on with the plan. He wound up enlisting the help of Asch and Lucifel along the way. So there was food better than what Zo had served (but there was a plate of dino nuggets anyway), mostly soups, stews, and bread. Lucifel had made cushions for the chairs and a tablecloth for the table he'd set up.
The table is set up by a wall where everything he's transcribed has been posted where the call to form a team once had been. He's working on making more copies even as he eats, but he's contributed, too - there are five bottles of red wine on the table from a prior month. A sixth is set apart from the others, with Richtofen's name on it, and because Xion is so much smaller, she gets a half-filled one. (Where did the other half of that bottle go? Who knows!) For him, personally, he's got a bottle of apple cider from Rick, and takes sips from it now and again as he writes.
There's still much to do, but this is an important step and food has always helped encourage morale and discussion.*
((ooc: From this point on, anyone is free to handwave knowing any of this information. Also this is the last time I use hideously inappropriate music for my titles and cut text, I swear!))
Setting: March 12th, secret floor
Format: whatever you want!
Summary: The hacking was apparently successful! After writing out his transcriptions into longhand, Enoch is ready to give everyone their due. A couple of people had a terrible time of things, after all, and he owes it to them.
Warnings: Nothing yet!
*At first he'd hidden his transcriptions and awaited punishment, spending what remained of that day and the next snatching up cups and plates and utensils from the cafeteria, storing them in the secret room. Whatever their punishment, they would be ready for this much, at least. After seeing what Xion and Richtofen had to go through to get what information they did, in particular, he owed it to his team.
When no punishment came, his first instinct was to worry. To anyone else, it may seem like perfectly natural paranoia - no punishment? That's too good to be true - but what Enoch hadn't told anyone about was his talk with Riki. He knew why it had been so easy to get where they needed to go. He had said not to spare them punishment to maintain his appearance. To avoid a repeat of what had happened to Dax. And after what had happened at Mitchell's terminal, he knew there was no excuse, no saying he hadn't known they were in there.
But in spite of his worry, he went on with the plan. He wound up enlisting the help of Asch and Lucifel along the way. So there was food better than what Zo had served (but there was a plate of dino nuggets anyway), mostly soups, stews, and bread. Lucifel had made cushions for the chairs and a tablecloth for the table he'd set up.
The table is set up by a wall where everything he's transcribed has been posted where the call to form a team once had been. He's working on making more copies even as he eats, but he's contributed, too - there are five bottles of red wine on the table from a prior month. A sixth is set apart from the others, with Richtofen's name on it, and because Xion is so much smaller, she gets a half-filled one. (Where did the other half of that bottle go? Who knows!) For him, personally, he's got a bottle of apple cider from Rick, and takes sips from it now and again as he writes.
There's still much to do, but this is an important step and food has always helped encourage morale and discussion.*
((ooc: From this point on, anyone is free to handwave knowing any of this information. Also this is the last time I use hideously inappropriate music for my titles and cut text, I swear!))
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[Yeah, Lucifel isn't so sure how he's supposed to argue with Enoch if the scribe is insisting that Riki helped them because he's a selfless guy. The archangel had his suspicions towards Riki after his return and hearing that he used residents to "keep the Tower powered".
But seriously, Enoch is giving him the worst headaches when he's like this.
That in the back of his mind he decided to focus on something else.]
What did you find out?
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Floor 101 was the sticking point for him. Riki had taken a risk when he gave them that floor - it had contained what they needed. In Enoch's mind, it spoke well of Riki's character either way. If he had known what it contained then he had wanted to help. If he hadn't, giving them the floor was a gesture of kindness and little else.
He gestures to the wall behind him, where his initial transcription is taped up.* See for yourself. We must protect Zo, regardless of anything.
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So he went to see what they have found out.]
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