Second Mission ⊕ [Dictated]

[fairlyclassichim]

[Archer generally keeps to himself, but he's at the end of his rope with being stuck in Paradisa. At the moment, he's at the shooting range, emptying round after round into the target perfectly, just like he has every afternoon for the past week. It's getting pretty mundane, but it's something to do. He finishes off another magazine, packs up, and leaves the range to find somewhere quiet to sit with his journal. This time, instead of just listening to everyone, he speaks up.]

So what do you people even do around here for fun? I swear to God I'm going out of my mind in this place.

[He gives a long, drawn out, overly dramatic sigh.]

I mean, like, some of you must have tried getting out of here before, right? I'm not sure what the story is with this... world... or whatever, but there's obviously got to be a way to get back home since we got here in the first place. What's the deal, huh?

Comments

[lucre]

Why leave a place that grants all your needs?

Dictated

[deductiongeek]

Did you try the library?

I've never heard of any successful efforts. Not in the three years I've been here, and not in anything I could find out about what happened here before.

Ditto

[fairlyclassichim]

[That gets a chuckle.]

Come on, man, I said fun.

[Sarcasm aside, he considers the option. Might not be a bad idea to look for some intel.]

No seriously though, how much information is there about this place?

[fairlyclassichim]

Who says this place is meeting all my needs?

Re: Ditto

[deductiongeek]

Have you looked at the back entries in your journal? There is another book in the library that has journal entries from further back.

Re: Ditto

[fairlyclassichim]

Oh, man. Those? You're telling me there's useful information back there between all the bitching and moaning?

[deductiongeek]

Maybe you should look at what people are complaining about?

[fairlyclassichim]

Wow, did you wanna be a little more vague, or...?

[lucre]

What does it lack?

[deductiongeek]

People usually complain about what the castle is doing.

[Did he really have to explain this?]

dictated

[heirofficium]

Ever play Quidditch?

Re: dictated

[fairlyclassichim]

Uh, no. [He pauses and re-thinks the dick comment he was about to make that he can't quite remember anyway.] Is it anything like lacrosse?

[fairlyclassichim]

Yeah, sure, but who has the patience to actually sit there and read all that?

[fairlyclassichim]

Uh, let's see. My friends and family, for one. Then there's my job, my house, my expense account...

[Sane people... seriously, he'd willingly hang out with Cyril at this point. For fuck's sake.]

[lucre]

Family is always dearly missed. What are expense accounts?

[both_neither]

Same way out as in, I'm pretty sure.

[fairlyclassichim]

Tell me about it. Expense accounts are like... company money you can use at your discretion to get the job done. Or... whatever.

[fairlyclassichim]

Well that's not fucking cryptic at all. Thanks so much for the insight. I'll be sure to put that to use right away.

[both_neither]

Wasn't meant to be cryptic. I only meant that it's the castle that sends you back the same way it brings you here. I'm sure you've heard about people going home from time to time. Chances are it will happen to you eventually.

[Chill out, dude]

[lucre]

An unlimited allowance?

Is that not what we have here too?

[deductiongeek]

Every decent detective I've ever met.

[fairlyclassichim]

Yeah, well, good thing I'm a spy and not a detective then, isn't it?

[deductiongeek]

Don't spies need to know how to gather information too?

[fairlyclassichim]

Well obviously, but shit like this? Come on. We have people for that.

[fairlyclassichim]

Yeah hopefully. Can't hurt to speed up the process.

[He'll just be over here, overreacting to everything ever.]

[fairlyclassichim]

[He pauses to consider it.]

I guess. It's just not the same.

[He's totally homesick okay don't tell anyone]

[lucre]

What of your job? Most would be pleased to be rid of their duties.

[fairlyclassichim]

What? No way! [He laughs] My job is awesome.

[lucre]

What do you do?

[fairlyclassichim]

Nothing special. I'm just, you know, the world's greatest secret agent.

[deductiongeek]

And you're not worried that information will be lost or altered when it is passed to you?

lmfao

[lucre]

An agent of what?

[both_neither]

You never know. It could.

[fairlyclassichim]

The International Secret Intelligence Service. ISIS for short.

[lucre]

Isis. [ She knows only Isis and Osiris but that's a different story altogether. ]

And what do you do for this ISIS?

[fairlyclassichim]

Oh, you know. Dangerous top secret things.

[Smug and coy do not even begin to cover his tone right now. Not even close.]