OOC: I'm sorry it's taken me so long to getting to mentioning, but as of now I'm gonna be absent for three weeks on holiday. You are free to make my characters follow or move around in any manner necessary, but obviously not to the point of playing them yourselves, unless anyone I like volunteers today...?
IC: Slash shook his head "I only just got in here, so I haven't much idea of what's going on, other than the Vykker here-" motioning to Dek "complaining about the Snoozer preventing recontainment of two Mudokon suspects and generally causing an irritating distraction. It would seem that the Snoozer disobeyed orders from him to stand down, also, and decided to wait for you, the head of security". The Snoozer seemed to have missed this information out, curiously. Either it regarded the conversational remarks irrelevant or it perhaps didn't want to give a negative impression of itself?
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Unfortunately, his cohort was quicker to move, so Silph got up with an irritated groan to follow him to the basement.
Silph saw what #7 had meant. A pair of conveyor belts ran through the basement, currently unactive obviously. Some crates remained unmoving on them from yesterday, one having been broken into by animals. A number of other such older crates lay on the floor. They didn't seem to have the courage to go for when it was moving yet, obviously to frightening for their simple minds. So it seemed even more unlikely with their presence during the day. He supposed under the regime, alternating night shifts would be set, a couple of guards a night doing a walk of the factory, to keep the animals off the un-moving cargo and a general oversight of the factory (otherwise all sorts of people and animals could invade the factory at this time, surely?). But then, the crates said otherwise. Not that he was going to voice his thoughts to anyone, of course. Didn't affect him at all. But he did seem displeased at the mess down here, the fact the animals had access to a working part of the factory was shocking in itself, and the fact it remained intact with their presence also. He might try to clean up somepoint, maybe board up holes in the walls and keep them all out, which would also give himself less to worry about and maybe earn him something extra. But for now he couldn't be bothered. He sat down next to the opened crate on the belt and opened a Paramite Pie packet. He didn't mind cold food, as he had been used to it before.
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