Post by Victor Adelai on Aug 2, 2015 22:19:20 GMT -8
I seem to have misplaced my assistant. I know they issued me an assistant. They always do. I can't for the life of me find him or her. Keeping my appointments in order has been simply ghastly.
I find myself in the company of morons and brigands. The outfit seems to have decided that Seattle is either a warzone or about to be. Suffice to say, I have plenty of work ahead of me, and I do so love to keep busy. I've listed which of my associates are most likely to cause problems down the road, but my assistant seems to have wandered off with the list. There's the tall sociopath. The well dressed sociopath. The mouthy sociopath. The police officer (which is, point of fact, much worse) with the fetching eyes and drinking problem. A convict seems to have joined with his entire clan as well. The former prisoners seem to be among the most effective, and certainly the most motivated to keep our affairs in order. All and all, I believe we'll benefit from their guidance.
The first real mission that I was assigned was the recovery of some missing persons. I was able to secure half of them before losing interest with the affair and retreating back to my offices. The Syndicate has provided sufficient facilities to achieve at least basic results in sample grouping for a variety of experiments. I'm eager to begin the sleep experiments again.
My assistant also seems to have scampered off with my colored pens, so this report will be dreadfully drool.
I have taken the liberty of capturing two of the guards that were watching the prisoners. I never bothered with their names, but I'll assign them something easy to remember once they're sufficiently docile. I'm sure they have some information about the greater entity responsible for these kidnapping. I liberated some video footage of a possible accomplice or mastermind as well; pretty brunette, we don't have a name for her yet, but I would assume it's something exotic. Like Tabitha. Or Ester. No, wait, Ester is one of the middle management here. Maybe her name is regal. Elizabeth or Victoria.
The most interesting find in the church (aside from the horrific smell) was a pretty young teenager named Abigail. We'll call her test subject Alpha 0049. Her recent captivity offers a unique opportunity to test various conditioning theories. Testing counter measures might be equally productive, though ultimately less rewarding. I believe I'll start with assessing her current condition later this evening and begin the more subtle techniques. Testing conditioning methods on formerly captive peoples is fairly ingenious. They're already in a state of altered consciousness and you may be seen as a figure of importance in their life after. Perhaps I can find a way to artificially replicate these conditions. Certainly there are some two-bit thugs about looking to make names for themselves.
Alpha 0049 awaits. Now if only I could find my assistant with the tape recorder.
I find myself in the company of morons and brigands. The outfit seems to have decided that Seattle is either a warzone or about to be. Suffice to say, I have plenty of work ahead of me, and I do so love to keep busy. I've listed which of my associates are most likely to cause problems down the road, but my assistant seems to have wandered off with the list. There's the tall sociopath. The well dressed sociopath. The mouthy sociopath. The police officer (which is, point of fact, much worse) with the fetching eyes and drinking problem. A convict seems to have joined with his entire clan as well. The former prisoners seem to be among the most effective, and certainly the most motivated to keep our affairs in order. All and all, I believe we'll benefit from their guidance.
The first real mission that I was assigned was the recovery of some missing persons. I was able to secure half of them before losing interest with the affair and retreating back to my offices. The Syndicate has provided sufficient facilities to achieve at least basic results in sample grouping for a variety of experiments. I'm eager to begin the sleep experiments again.
My assistant also seems to have scampered off with my colored pens, so this report will be dreadfully drool.
I have taken the liberty of capturing two of the guards that were watching the prisoners. I never bothered with their names, but I'll assign them something easy to remember once they're sufficiently docile. I'm sure they have some information about the greater entity responsible for these kidnapping. I liberated some video footage of a possible accomplice or mastermind as well; pretty brunette, we don't have a name for her yet, but I would assume it's something exotic. Like Tabitha. Or Ester. No, wait, Ester is one of the middle management here. Maybe her name is regal. Elizabeth or Victoria.
The most interesting find in the church (aside from the horrific smell) was a pretty young teenager named Abigail. We'll call her test subject Alpha 0049. Her recent captivity offers a unique opportunity to test various conditioning theories. Testing counter measures might be equally productive, though ultimately less rewarding. I believe I'll start with assessing her current condition later this evening and begin the more subtle techniques. Testing conditioning methods on formerly captive peoples is fairly ingenious. They're already in a state of altered consciousness and you may be seen as a figure of importance in their life after. Perhaps I can find a way to artificially replicate these conditions. Certainly there are some two-bit thugs about looking to make names for themselves.
Alpha 0049 awaits. Now if only I could find my assistant with the tape recorder.