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7/20/2025, 10:22:14 AM
Yeah, no, you HAVE to clean this place up. You may not have many (or any) cleaning supplies to work with BUT! You have to do something. Get a head start. You pray that your lungs aren't already infested with spores.
Wait - No, it's slime mold. Maybe it's different? Hm. Guess you'll have to study that later. You're an accountant, not a scientist, after all.
You scan around the lab for anything that could be remotely useful for this task. You luckily managed to find a discarded broom resting against one of the book shelves. Nothing else - It's better than nothing. That's probably one of the few things this organization bothered to give you.
You aggressively scrap at the floor with your broom. The slime mold is stubborn but friction's a powerful thing. The broom's bristles are rapidly caked in brown, sticky gunk. You shake off what you can into the trash can you found before starting over.
Scrap, shake, scrap, shake. Your mouth forces itself into a grim smile. You get kidnapped by some shadowy governmental branch that apparently deals with the supernatural...
And you're cleaning slime mold off. There isn't exactly any other choice here. You got no clue where you are, what the layout is, how much security it has, etc etc. You guess playing along is all you can do for now.
Scrap, shake, scrap. You wonder why their budget got cut. If anomalies ARE real, wouldn't you want to invest money into counting them?
Scrap, shake, scrap. Fuck. Are you even going to get paid beyond that lump sum of $2000? Are you going to have to do this shit for free?
Scrap, shake, scrap. What a 'promotion' this is, huh? What a fucking scam. You were fine being a wageslave at an accounting firm.
You finish up cleaning before your thoughts could linger too long on your current predicament. The broom is beyond gunked up, you might as well throw it away once you're off the clock. The good news is that the floor is now cleansed of any CIGARETTE MOLD! You even got some off the walls before the broom got too gunked up.
The lab still looks like horse shit. You CAN say that you did the best you could. It was also a good way to relax, really. You hate how much you enjoyed the monotony but it's what you're used to. Day in and day out. That's just life.
>MENTAL HEALTH is now CONTENT
>It'll be easier to check for airlocks tomorrow!
The lights rapidly flicker between on and off. The sharp, electrical fizzle of the light bulb filament struggling to stay on echoes through the lab. The old Macintosh desktop shuts off and, well, it doesn't turn back on.
You expect the light bulbs to fucking explode with how much noise they're making but the flickering stops before they could.
Okay. Yeah. You got to check the anomaly. The file said it messed with electronics. You're like 90% sure that's the source behind this nonsense.
You discard your ruined broom into the trash can alongside with the slime mold. Time to see what's up with this anomaly.
Wait - No, it's slime mold. Maybe it's different? Hm. Guess you'll have to study that later. You're an accountant, not a scientist, after all.
You scan around the lab for anything that could be remotely useful for this task. You luckily managed to find a discarded broom resting against one of the book shelves. Nothing else - It's better than nothing. That's probably one of the few things this organization bothered to give you.
You aggressively scrap at the floor with your broom. The slime mold is stubborn but friction's a powerful thing. The broom's bristles are rapidly caked in brown, sticky gunk. You shake off what you can into the trash can you found before starting over.
Scrap, shake, scrap, shake. Your mouth forces itself into a grim smile. You get kidnapped by some shadowy governmental branch that apparently deals with the supernatural...
And you're cleaning slime mold off. There isn't exactly any other choice here. You got no clue where you are, what the layout is, how much security it has, etc etc. You guess playing along is all you can do for now.
Scrap, shake, scrap. You wonder why their budget got cut. If anomalies ARE real, wouldn't you want to invest money into counting them?
Scrap, shake, scrap. Fuck. Are you even going to get paid beyond that lump sum of $2000? Are you going to have to do this shit for free?
Scrap, shake, scrap. What a 'promotion' this is, huh? What a fucking scam. You were fine being a wageslave at an accounting firm.
You finish up cleaning before your thoughts could linger too long on your current predicament. The broom is beyond gunked up, you might as well throw it away once you're off the clock. The good news is that the floor is now cleansed of any CIGARETTE MOLD! You even got some off the walls before the broom got too gunked up.
The lab still looks like horse shit. You CAN say that you did the best you could. It was also a good way to relax, really. You hate how much you enjoyed the monotony but it's what you're used to. Day in and day out. That's just life.
>MENTAL HEALTH is now CONTENT
>It'll be easier to check for airlocks tomorrow!
The lights rapidly flicker between on and off. The sharp, electrical fizzle of the light bulb filament struggling to stay on echoes through the lab. The old Macintosh desktop shuts off and, well, it doesn't turn back on.
You expect the light bulbs to fucking explode with how much noise they're making but the flickering stops before they could.
Okay. Yeah. You got to check the anomaly. The file said it messed with electronics. You're like 90% sure that's the source behind this nonsense.
You discard your ruined broom into the trash can alongside with the slime mold. Time to see what's up with this anomaly.
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