You decide there's nothing to it, then. Better agree to their request.
"Erm... yes?""Great, knew you'd agree!""Wait... you did?""Oh, come on. This place is boring! Who wouldn't want to blow this joint and do something more fun?""Hey... well, that's probably right.""Speaking of blowing the joint, where's the damn squid already? I'm dyin' here!"In about half a minute, the kitchen doors open. Jasmine Fifty Four brings in two plates of rather ingeniously prepared boiled imitation squid, though its ingenuity mostly lies in the fact that it resembles a real squid to an unsettling degree. Mr. Love pokes at it a bit.
"Wow, damn, that looks better than I expected. Better than when my buddy made it, certainly. Well, time to dig in."The two eat their boiled squid quickly, and Ms. Bartolucci quickly empties her glass of wine. Mr. Love, though, just takes the bottle with him.
"Good meal, would eat again!" Mr. Love yells in the kitchen's direction.
"Now let's get out of here," he says, taking Ms. Bartolucci by the arm. It is at that moment that you get another one of those odd shivers of yours. However, you shake it off for now and follow, heading out of the cafeteria and through the hallway to the elevator. You pass a Francis on the way, who looks at you dully. There's also three sitting by Ms. Bartolucci's office. They look rather put off when the three of you enter the elevator.
As you descend ten floors, Mr. Love hums cheerily. Ms. Bartolucci says nothing, so you decide to follow her example. In but 20 seconds, you are on the ground floor, and in a minute you have passed by the Jonathan manning the receptionist's desk. Jonathan smiles at you warmly as you pass him by. You'd probably appreciate this more if it weren't for the fact that every Jonathan you know smiles at you. The exact same way, even. And not for anyone else, oddly enough.
As you exit the building, you walk along the brightly-lit walkway affording a rather nice panoramic view of the lower quarters until you reach what is rather clearly a magnetic rail station. However, the platform is completely deserted apart from a single hobo sitting near a pillar, playing something resembling an electric didgeridoo in both sound and looks, all covered in blinking lights and vaguely ethnic inscriptions.
"Hm, wonder where everyone is.""Well, there's this... guy over there."Jerry sighs with discontent.
"Yes, Jules, I know.""Oh. Just thought you might... want to know, you know."You may focus on one item of news per unit of time, obtaining additional information on this subject.
- Scientists predict tectonic activity will intensify in coming years.
- Crime is at all-time low as world police force becomes 100% engineered.
- Engineered population booming, experts worried.
- YXW frontman Joseph Greenthaal dead at 32!
- The end is nigh, experts say.
- Breaking news: another massive magnetic rail accident in East City causes massive chemical plant explosion.
Name: Jasmine Thyme Model 376
Gender: Female
Attributes: heightened senses of taste and smell, increased manual dexterity, improved intellect, unobtrusively good looks, improved interpersonal ability, slight owner fixation, cranial netlink implant.
Skills: skilled chef, proficient at maintenance and repair, proficient at making smalltalk.
State of Mind: agitated due to uncertainty, internal emotional pressure.