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[writtendestiny]

Does anyone know anything about panic rooms?

private to Peter Parker;
Where are you, I need to talk to you.

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[theweakhavepurpose]

Uh.. it stands for .. something doctorate. It's like a high end fancy degree after going to school for a decade.

I kinda zoned out and started thinking about sandwiches, so I missed most of what he's saying.

[He kicks a panel they pass, hoping to hear a hollow thud that indicates a room.]

[writtendestiny]

Oh, I see.

[An education thing, then. She can't help but smirk when Pratt continues talking.]

Sandwiches? What kind?

[A harmless line of conversation. Poison watches him kick against the panel and chews her lip thoughtfully.]

I wonder if we could use the maps in the computers to look for places the rooms might be.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Caprese. Toasted bread with tomatoes, basil, a thick slice of mozzarella, with drizzled balsamic vinaigrette on it. Fucking delicious.

Then grilled cheese with swiss.

And after that sauteed mushroom and onion with horseradish au jus. He kinda talked for a really, really long time so I went through a lot.

There's maps? Like beside the one on the phone?

[writtendestiny]

[She isn't sure what half of those things are, but she nods along and makes mental notes. Something to discover for herself, later.]

Mm. In the computers. I'm not sure how accurate they are, though. A lot of the data is... damaged.

[theweakhavepurpose]

It's something though. When this place was up and running before... whatever it was happened, someone must have had schematics. Or been in charge and needed to know where everything was.

Hell there might be hidden caches of supplies.

Which computers? The ones we found with the cameras?

[writtendestiny]

[She gives a non-committal shrug of one shoulder.]

Any of the computers here... but I'd bet the ones Joe has are more up to date.

[And she wonders, briefly, if he has a map of the vents... or if that's just in his head.]

I could ask him...

[theweakhavepurpose]

Would he tell you? And even if he knows he might not be able to. Seems he's kinda.. not all there anymore. Probably from being all alone here for decades - that'll drive anyone crazy.

[writtendestiny]

I think he would try to tell me. [She presses her lips together.]

I think he knows more than he want to know. Something terrible happened here, and he saw all of it.

[theweakhavepurpose]

You can only see so much trauma before you break. Happens to anyone.

Happened to me.

I dunno we're gonna find anything without his help, this place is just too big.

[writtendestiny]

It is big, isn't it...

[She looks around them, up to the ceiling and the expanse of hallway around them both.]

I wonder if it was ever full. It doesn't feel like it was. Like... it was meant for something that never happened.

[theweakhavepurpose]

If this place was bustling at one time it must have had.. I dunno, thousands of people? And where'd they all go? There aren't thousands of skeletons around.

A lot of stuff here is dusty and old, but it also looks like it's never been used?

[writtendestiny]

No, and there should be. Bodies can take a decade to decompose into skeletons, but the skeleton itself can take much longer... and there would have been no weather in here.

[She scans the wall as they walk by, then stops.]

There, what's that?

[A thin, barely visible line running up the wall from floor to ceiling.]