A time to vent, a time to breathe [Open]

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate was back up from the city, her knuckles now abraded and bloodied. Her hands were sore and likewise so from the stick she found. The clockhouse was there, but they were gone. It was over. Still feel like crap, but going down there helped in a big way. Now she was just walking around, some of the earlier weight lifted a little.

Or at least it was easier to hide any vulnerabilities now.

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[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

Brenda frowned a little at that, considering.

"Well, the place seems to have been made with a crew in mind. I mean it's got a media room, the common spaces, bunks such as they are... As far as I can tell all of us in the pods weren't supposed to wake up. There's not nearly enough space in the living areas for how many bodies are in the pod caverns, and that's just the ones I saw myself."

"Plus the Special Weapons division looks like a tornado went through it so something must have been in the 'crew' areas before us." She looked up to the ceiling as if searching for something. "You'd think there would be security tapes somewhere with the way this place seems to 'watch' people. It's just a matter of finding them. Who or whatever built this place probably had big plans..."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"True. I haven't checked the Special Weapons division."

Kate considered it, and then added, "If there are, I'm sure they're probably classified too. Need some quality hackers to try."

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

Brenda lifted a hand and tapped one of the walls lightly with her fingers.

"I wish Hector and Nadia were here. Nadia installed Ubuntu on a Kitchen Aid mixer once. I'm sure she could have done SOMETHING with this place."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate had no idea what Ubuntu was. Maybe Billy or Teddy might, but she wasn't up on alternate OS.

"Ok? Probably? At least we do have some tech people, going by that meeting."