[Locked Event]
Oct. 11th, 2020 09:06 pm[So, Labrys, you've agreed to turn to the on-again off-again mad scientist cousin of Wakahisa for help, letting him effectively try and study you to get an idea of how Barians are to be repaired, so that the two of you can theoretically help Failnaught.
The OOPARTS building on the mainland isn't hard to find, and when you arrive, there is a bubbly cheerful receptionist who gives you a guide to elevators that take you to Sub-Level 2: Research and Development.
When you get there, you'll see one wing closed off temporarily, next to an office that reads "RESEARCH DIRECTOR: J. GRAVE", and another wing that branches off, with signs reading "EXPERIMENTAL TEST LAB - CLEARANCE BY DIRECTOR HAITA REQUIRED BEYOND THIS POINT".
Of course, passing that, you reach a state-of-the-art lab that has a juxtaposition of very clean and elegantly-crafted machines, as well as some machines that look like they are deliberately more form than function, built together in a makeshift workshop. The two different types of machines seem to interface with each other without any trouble, as the reddish-brown hair peeks out from behind an oversized terminal.]
Labrys! I didn't hear you come in, or I would've made sure to greet you, sorry! I hope this lab will uh, suffice? I don't exactly know what I'm looking for, so I've brought out a little of everything.
The OOPARTS building on the mainland isn't hard to find, and when you arrive, there is a bubbly cheerful receptionist who gives you a guide to elevators that take you to Sub-Level 2: Research and Development.
When you get there, you'll see one wing closed off temporarily, next to an office that reads "RESEARCH DIRECTOR: J. GRAVE", and another wing that branches off, with signs reading "EXPERIMENTAL TEST LAB - CLEARANCE BY DIRECTOR HAITA REQUIRED BEYOND THIS POINT".
Of course, passing that, you reach a state-of-the-art lab that has a juxtaposition of very clean and elegantly-crafted machines, as well as some machines that look like they are deliberately more form than function, built together in a makeshift workshop. The two different types of machines seem to interface with each other without any trouble, as the reddish-brown hair peeks out from behind an oversized terminal.]
Labrys! I didn't hear you come in, or I would've made sure to greet you, sorry! I hope this lab will uh, suffice? I don't exactly know what I'm looking for, so I've brought out a little of everything.