[Willow/ "Michelle"] Research Time!
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crossing_lostrpWho: Willow/ "Michelle"
Where: The Staff - Security Room
When: Day 28, morning
Invited: Daniel and Alia when they are done in the office, anyone else who wishes to stumble in
Status: Complete
Michelle found her way to the security room relatively easily - she followed the metal wiring conduits that ran along the ceiling to their apparent source. Stepping inside, she knew she'd hit paydirt when she saw the bank of monitors. Several of the screens were blank, mostly the ones labeled as exam rooms. The remaining operational screens showed primarily public areas. /Whomever is currently in control here is privacy minded, at least,/ Michelle thought to herself, feeling slightly relieved.
In addition to the common areas inside the facility, there were several monitors which showed what was apparently the outside; likely the entrances. The scenes of jungle outside just added to the confusion surrounding their situation. If the jungle was a small surprise, however, it was the final bank of monitors which brought the biggest surprise - if appearances were to be believed, it was monitoring a series of detention cells. Cells which had absolutely no doors, yet which seemed to keep their prisoners in with no trouble. In fact, one of the prisoners was in the process of testing that idea; a man who looked rather ridiculously like he was dressed as a pirate was throwing himself at the doorway, only to be met by an invisible field and thrown back towards the wall. As Michelle looked on, horrified, the man-who-looked-like-a-pirate launched himself at the field with what seemed like full-force, rebounding back hard against the wall. He did not get up to try again, and if the dark puddle that was expanding around the man's head was any indication, he would not be getting up ever again.
Michelle tried to put the disturbing image out of her head - there was nothing she could do to help the unknown man, especially since she didn't know where the apparent detention area was located. For some reason she was pretty certain that it was not in the main complex, although how she knew that, she didn't know. /Focus, woman!/ she thought to herself. Turning to the remaining equipment in the room, she quickly identified the recording device - a desktop PC with the words '3R Technologies Power DVR' stamped on it. Feeling completely at home in front of the computer keyboard, she quickly maneuvered herself through the menu options until she found the playback section. Choosing a date and time at random, Michelle gasped as she brought up the recording - it was the cafeteria where they'd had the meeting earlier, and an unfamiliar man was shooting at the people inside. People that she definitely recognized as the others she'd met earlier, plus a few others.
Michelle was so engrossed in the playback that she didn't even notice that she was no longer the only one in the room until someone touched her on her shoulder.
Where: The Staff - Security Room
When: Day 28, morning
Invited: Daniel and Alia when they are done in the office, anyone else who wishes to stumble in
Status: Complete
Michelle found her way to the security room relatively easily - she followed the metal wiring conduits that ran along the ceiling to their apparent source. Stepping inside, she knew she'd hit paydirt when she saw the bank of monitors. Several of the screens were blank, mostly the ones labeled as exam rooms. The remaining operational screens showed primarily public areas. /Whomever is currently in control here is privacy minded, at least,/ Michelle thought to herself, feeling slightly relieved.
In addition to the common areas inside the facility, there were several monitors which showed what was apparently the outside; likely the entrances. The scenes of jungle outside just added to the confusion surrounding their situation. If the jungle was a small surprise, however, it was the final bank of monitors which brought the biggest surprise - if appearances were to be believed, it was monitoring a series of detention cells. Cells which had absolutely no doors, yet which seemed to keep their prisoners in with no trouble. In fact, one of the prisoners was in the process of testing that idea; a man who looked rather ridiculously like he was dressed as a pirate was throwing himself at the doorway, only to be met by an invisible field and thrown back towards the wall. As Michelle looked on, horrified, the man-who-looked-like-a-pirate launched himself at the field with what seemed like full-force, rebounding back hard against the wall. He did not get up to try again, and if the dark puddle that was expanding around the man's head was any indication, he would not be getting up ever again.
Michelle tried to put the disturbing image out of her head - there was nothing she could do to help the unknown man, especially since she didn't know where the apparent detention area was located. For some reason she was pretty certain that it was not in the main complex, although how she knew that, she didn't know. /Focus, woman!/ she thought to herself. Turning to the remaining equipment in the room, she quickly identified the recording device - a desktop PC with the words '3R Technologies Power DVR' stamped on it. Feeling completely at home in front of the computer keyboard, she quickly maneuvered herself through the menu options until she found the playback section. Choosing a date and time at random, Michelle gasped as she brought up the recording - it was the cafeteria where they'd had the meeting earlier, and an unfamiliar man was shooting at the people inside. People that she definitely recognized as the others she'd met earlier, plus a few others.
Michelle was so engrossed in the playback that she didn't even notice that she was no longer the only one in the room until someone touched her on her shoulder.
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[Willow/ "Michelle"]
Date: 2007-03-06 01:45 am (UTC)"I don't know, it doesn't seem quite right - there's something off about this footage. It was pretty hard to get access to, I had to do some pretty heavy computer mojo that I don't know how I knew how to do."
"Computer mojo?" asked Tara, smiling, "Is that what you call that?"
Michelle's face fell. "Did I do something weird again? Cause, before, in the cafeteria, I just wanted to try something small, you know, to see if I could do it, but things went all kerflooey and now there's a table molded into the wall, and that definitely shouldn't happen."
Tara giggled at how flustered Michelle was. "I don't know about the table in the cafeteria, but I did see you doing something I don't remember learning in my keyboarding classes. Not that I remember taking any keyboarding classes, that is. Don't worry, it didn't seem bad to me. I don't know why, but for some reason it sorta felt pretty nice."
Feeling that the conversation was beginning to head the same embarrassing direction it had gone earlier before Sam had come in, Michelle quickly changed the subject back to the unpleasantness at hand. "Did you find Daniel? Cause I think he should see this, and I don't think he could have gotten access to it from where he was, cause well hey, computer mojo here, not there."
"Yeah, I think he was going to join the group of people going out to help that poor injured man in the holding cell," Tara said. "I'm going too, we're meeting in the cafeteria if you want to come with."
"You go ahead," Michelle nodded. "I've got a few little things I want to check on here, I'll catch up." She returned to the seat in front of the monitor as Tara left for the cafeteria. With a puzzled frown, she studied the frozen image on the screen, trying to pick out what exactly was off about it.
"Oh my god!" Michelle said as she realized what it was.
Jumping out of the chair she ran off after Tara, leaving the image paused on the computer screen. The image that was stamped with the timecode 20041021101908....
(OOC - there goes Willow, jumping to conclusions over here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/129713.html).)