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Sun Island
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>Go get that job!
>Go to Mx Stibbs office and check whether they're actually in there or not.
You decide to go ahead and try to get a job from Mx. Stibbs. Following the directions you recieved, you go down the hallways first a right, then a left and another left, you head up, and then backtrack because you were supposed to take a down. With that, you find yourself in a dead end with several doors with names on them. Some even have over-wrought titles, however either Stibbs hasn’t bothered putting it’s title up on their door or they haven’t been in this office for long enough. Regardless, you knock on the door and it automatically slides open, seemingly set to allow for visitors.
The room inside is rather dimly lit, with just a couple of work lamps dutifully lighting only their respective stations. There is a undiscernable scent in the air, of solvents, cleaners, and particulates circulating around before getting picked-up by the overworked filter unit. Floating at the other end of the room from you is a pyramidal frame with balled points. Almost like a model of some sort of molecule. Inside the pyramid shape is a soft glowing cloud that ebbs and flows about, dimming and brightening, contracting and expanding on some unknown whims. Descending out of the cloud and below the pyramid structure is what appears to be a clear, glove-like appendage with four fingers wrapped around a heavy looking wrench. While the whole of the creature doesn’t react towards you, the large tool is swung in your direction upon you entering the workshop.
“Who the fuck are you?” They demand.
It’s a bit hard to describe it’s voice. It sounds... large. Like there’s a giant creature in the room trying it’s best to speak at a volume that won’t destroy your eardrums and only slightly succeeding. It’s irritated and impatient tone only amplifying it’s presence of sp
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