034 || written;

[workaphilic]

[It's some ungodly hour of the morning when a note appears in the journal, for fellow insomniacs or information gluttons who like to read new entries first thing. There's barely any ambient sound recorded; just faint bubbling from a nearby experiment, and the scratch of pen on paper.

(Whether that's out of respect for sleeping residents or something else, well. It's not that hard to say, with him.)]

What are you getting out of this arrangement?

If your first instinct is to say 'nothing,' don't bother. You obviously haven't been paying attention, and I'm not interested in being subjected to your blather. Keep your ignorant bliss to yourself.

The rest of you: there must be something. Paradisa wouldn't bother with you otherwise. If a portal appeared in the lobby tomorrow, ready to whisk you back to your world, your time, your life -- what would be the thing that kept you from stepping through it?

Don't be boring.

SH

((Tags will be slow! Thanks for your patience, everyone.))

Comments

[whichwayyoulean]

Usually 'volunteering' means you're made aware you're being used in a study.

Just an FYI there.

[workaphilic]

You're volunteering information in a public forum accessible to hundreds of people.

Forgive me if I'm not too concerned.

[Also, IRBs are for squares.]

[whichwayyoulean]

Wow and I thought I was good at being a jerk.

It's always nice to know there are people better at it than you.

[workaphilic]

I do try my best.

[He is Jerk Master Level.]