The Labs seemed empty as I approached the door. Caution was my byword, however.
What Dark Arts are practiced here? I attempted to read the book that was floating in mid-air, to see if I could learn any of Dr. Mason's arcane knowledge, but it was written in a runic script.
The small Tesla generator and nearby control panel gave an indication of how much power is needed. The bloodstains on the floor under the gurney... I bowed my head and said a prayer for the unlucky soul that spilled it.
Be careful if you dare to visit Mason Labs. Any move could be your last.
6 comments:
Doesn't anyone know how to KNOCK in blasted town? You could at least give out a HOOO. I can't get any work done on Tuesdays from your phallically-fixated farce of a parliament!
Dr. Mason, if you want a secure lab, you need to place a lock on the door and close it firmly. Letting just anyone walk in when you're not about is an invitation for trouble. At least I didn't touch anything. And, given what I've heard about homeless couples using residences for, um, amorous activities, I can honestly say that the thought of using the autopsy drawer in such a fashion never occurred to me. :)
"Phallically-fixated farce of a parliament"? While I love the aliteration, I didn't know we had a parliament - I thought the Caledonian form of government was general chaos, overseen by a benevolent Guvnah. And sometimes just chaos.
Oh, lovely - International breaking and entering....
No, wait a minute! Entering, yes, breaking no! The door was open, I say!
Nonetheless, noting the litigious Babbagers these days, I'm making a note to avoid Steelhead for a while. Does anyone know how long the statute of limitations runs?
I've not had any trouble with interlopers once I gave over the bottom floor of the keep to hounds. Keep 'em hungry, I say.. good for security.
I've tacked up a reminder to arrive at the O'Toole residence with a big piece of meat laced with a sleeping agent - along with my trusty pistol. :)
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