week one, lab

[digestif]

Have you figured anything out?

[ Mizuki's been in here a couple of times over the past few days - as far as investigating, the computer room is simply the most logical place to look for someone from their time period. Books are basically extinct. Even if they haven't been able to get anything out of the old computers yet, they have to at least keep trying.

And they've seen this guy in here a few times, tinkering with something or other. Concentrating on their own plans, they'd left him alone; now, not having much success, they finally approach, in seemingly light spirits. ]

You always seem like you're tinkering on something in here.

Comments

[menially]

No kidding. Can't really take it back right now, though.

[With their request, he simply turns his chair to face them more openly, awkwardly adjusting his arm for them to examine. It's odd, trying to position it without accidentally injuring himself from the lack of sensation.]

Sure, go ahead.

It's not showing signs of rot, as far as I can tell. I just can't feel or move anything.

[digestif]

I'm more wondering how it's possible for them to do this to you.

[ Mizuki's not a doctor or anything; nonetheless, they take his arm, gingerly feeling for some sort of implant or something along those lines. ]

They haven't attached anything to us, as far as I can tell. Some kind of subdermal mechanism, maybe...?

[menially]

[IT SURE FEELS LIKE AN ARM. Outside some light scarring near his shoulder, they won't feel anything abnormal.]

Hahah-- what, you mean some sort of machine that just turns the nerves off?

Interesting idea, though I'm not sure how much I want to think about the implications of that.