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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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[writtendestiny]

Can you tell me about them?

[abheirrant]

They're where you go when you want to remain safe from something else, hence the name. I cannot say what a technological one would look like, but the few safe places we had throughout the estate were well-hidden. You don't want just anyone finding them, after all, or they'd know where to look for you.

And if they do find you, such a room should be ready to protect you from external threats, either by a sturdy barrier or supplies inside the room.

Why are you asking about this?

-> ;private

[writtendestiny]

[She thinks about it.

She wonders if she trusts Carlisle - THIS Carlisle - enough to tell him what she's seen and heard. Her thumbs tap against the sides of her phone and she locks the conversation to just the two of them.]

Because I know there are some in Anchor. Maybe lots. I want to find some in case someone decides it's a good idea to break through to whatever is locked up down in that maintenance area that just opened up.

It could be really bad, Carlisle, but I know there are enough idiots here to make it a risk.

[abheirrant]

Oh.

[She's been talking to the weird fellow on the network, then.]

Do you know what is locked up down there, by chance?

[writtendestiny]

I don't know exactly.

But I think it has something to do with what happened here; why everyone is gone. Why it looks like it was so violent.

And what happened to Joe.

Sometimes doors are locked for a good reason, and sometimes they should stay that way.

[abheirrant]

Is that his name? That fellow with the eye and the teeth said something like that, how it's what 'made it all go bad.' I assume even if he isn't completely mad, it's a bad idea to go sniffing around areas like that for now.

Not that that will stop certain individuals, of course. I expect one man in particular to already be gleefully plotting his next excursion.

[writtendestiny]

That's what he says his name is, and that's good enough.

I expect several people to start playing treasure hunter. What do they think they could find here that is possibly worth more than making sure we don't all end up with whatever happened to him happening to us as well? It's like they think they can take it all somewhere.

[abheirrant]

I suppose they hope to barter with whomever is left after the madness takes them. They are fools.

[writtendestiny]

I couldn't have said it better. I could say they would deserve what's coming to them, but I don't think that whatever gets out would discriminate.

[abheirrant]

I suppose we could ask those running the security systems to see what they can do to protect those areas.

[writtendestiny]

Would you know how to do that?

[abheirrant]

To run the security systems?

[writtendestiny]

You were the one who brought them up.

[abheirrant]

If I did, I would not have suggested asking someone else.

[writtendestiny]

I'll have to ask Peter. He'll know what to do, if there's anything that can be done.

[abheirrant]

He does seem to be a smart lad. Does he work on them alongside Mister Qubit?

[writtendestiny]

Sometimes.

And yes, he's very smart.

[abheirrant]

Smarter than Mister Qubit?

[writtendestiny]

That isn't really a fair question.

[abheirrant]

How so? Can they not be compared?

[writtendestiny]

Not to me.

[abheirrant]

Far enough. I'll compare them for you.

Peter has better hair.

[writtendestiny]

[Hah!]

Yes, Peter definitely has better hair.

[abheirrant]

I would say he is likely more amicable, though Mister Qubit has his moments.

[writtendestiny]

I suppose he does. We haven't spoken that much.