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gahhh thanks lol I'm a very dedicated person once I see something I like, It'd be pretty rare of me to drop something I really enjoy but yea keep it up you two! I really dig what ya'll got going on here~

@icecubes

quick run down of everything in this building:

  • you cant go to certain floors without a special keycard - this is why they need amelia's keycard for the higher up floor, but her keycard doesnt go thaattt far so thats why they have to take the emergency stairs for the rest of the way - its like different levels of keycards you feel me
  • emergency stairs, when u open the doors it sets off an alarm throughout the whole building as if theres a fire or something dangerous, that is where anubis's hacking comes in and the whole timer thingy

I swipe Amelia's card and press the highest floor we could go to. The elevator rode up, leaving us in silence. Finally, the machine slowed down and the doors opened. I stepped out and walked to the emergency stairs.
"So, I actually don't have anything planned after this," I confessed, opening the doors, a sense of relief falling over me as no alarm was sounded. We slipped through and the door shut behind us. We ran up the stairs and into the floor that held Vincent's office, with a minute left.
This floor looked different from all the others. The ground was of carpet, a deep red color, and the walls were mostly glass windows. I struggled to remember where Vincent's office was. "It should be somewhere over in this direction. He has to have the documents we're looking for. Hopefully it's easy to get through his office doors," I muttered, silently hoping Jean wouldn't kill me for winging half of the plan. It wasn't like me, but ever since Jean and I forgot about the whole thing, I have been anxious and my head was constantly clouded.
We went deeper and deeper into the building, when somebody stopped us. "You two are meeting with Mr. Vincent, correct?" he asked us, clipboard in hand. I furrowed my brow, exchanging glances with Jean.
"Yes, actually," I nodded. No, no we aren't. What luck.
The man smiled and started to lead us towards an office. ok u can make up what the office and shit looks like idk lmao

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

whoa is that a., post

"Of course you don't," I utter coldly at Anubis as we make our way through the mazes of halls.
As we step into the office, Mr. Vincent appeared to be typing something up on his computer. The office itself wasn't exactly as swanky as some offices I've seen before, so I wasn't too impressed, but it was definitely more grand than the offices in the lower levels. Behind Mr. Vincent was a large window for a wall, providing a view of the landscape below.
Mr. Vincent's desk itself looked like some modern design that seemed to have more style than actual function, but he seemed to work well with it. His eyes flickered from his computer to the two of us and he sits up, leaning into his chair and crossing his arms.
I sure hope Anubis gets one of his bright ideas soon.

@icecubes

sorry this is super long but it needs to be

I think it started after the institute.
I remembered this specific feeling that I didn't ever have before, one that I didn't really understand. For a month or two I didn't take up any jobs. I didn't do anything. Anything. It was rough, and completely against everything I 'd ever believed in. I always put my health before any other priority. But that entire period of time I only spent thinking. And doubting my existence. Is there something… wrong with me? Am I really as healthy as my physical body is? When have I ever doubted that?
After that time, I went back to my good habits and regained myself, but the thoughts never went away. I don't know why, but at this moment, they hit me the hardest.
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to talk, but Vincent began. "It amazes me that you got here so fast. I just told my adviser to get you and he came back in less than a minute." He had such a particularly specific voice. The authority was there, but it had a sharp ragged feel to it, as if there were rocks trapped in his throat.
I chuckled and shrugged. "What did you need us for, sir?"
Suddenly the phone on his desk started ringing. He held it up to his ear with a rather annoyed face. "Apologies," he muttered after hanging up. "I have a duty to take care of. Stay here." He stood up and left abruptly.
I turned my attention to Jean. "Something's wrong," I said. "Wouldn't you think there would be a guard in here?