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not my problem
Who: Lina and open!
When: Just before noon
Where: Shed outside
This morning’s surprise had been annoying, but they had all volunteered to come here and put up with occasional annoyances. Lina had posted her stupid answer, gone for her morning run (she’d actually found some decent trails in the woods), and had returned to the house for a solitary breakfast. A shower. And then she’d allowed herself to check the journal system again. She was not terribly pleased with what she’d read. The wheels in her mind started turning, and she couldn’t get them to shut off. Something had left a bad taste in her mouth.
She had tried to find a distraction inside the house, and had been unsuccessful. Finally, she decided she’d head out and try and get a little speed. She had not been lying this morning. She did miss her car. Driving made her feel better. On a bad day she could drive out of town to the little places the cops didn’t care about, and put the pedal to the floor. A while of that and she usually felt a little more centered. She didn’t have her car here, but there were the snowmobiles. She returned briefly to her room for her snow-boots and heavy coat, and headed outside with all haste. There were some new tracks in the snow – she definitely wasn’t the only person choosing to spend a lot of time outside. Maybe people liked the idea of potentially escaping the cameras. The guys in charge had picked a good location for this, though. Not a lot of people would be willing to brave the elements for a little time to themselves. Lina herself had never minded the cold. She was well used to it by now.
‘Shed’ was not the proper word for the smaller building slightly northeast of the house. One could have fit a couple of cars and boats with ease. There were vehicles – bikes, dirtbikes (one of these in particular caught Lina’s eye, and she stared at it longingly as she wished for an early spring), ATVs, snowmobiles, even a dune buggy and a couple of go-karts. There was a closet marked ice skates. There was patio furniture and grills for the summertime. And just about any kind of sporting equipment you can imagine. Lina briefly humored the idea of hitting up the journals to see if anyone knew how to play hockey and was interested in a pick-up game, but dismissed the idea. There may come a day when she felt the need for social interaction, but it wasn’t today.
Lina made her way over to one of the snowmobiles, all of which were identical. She had a feeling it was pretty much fated for some idiot who had never been on one before to give it a try and end up really fucking themselves up. Again, she briefly hesitated offering to give lessons, and dismissed this idea as well. Yes, people were going to get hurt. No, that wasn’t her problem. It was the scientists’ problem. She started looking around for a gas can, thinking that maybe she’d take the rest of the day to go as far as a tank would get her just to see what there was to see, when something else caught her eye. The ‘shed’ had all sorts of cupboards and closets, some marked and some not, but when she saw a partially obscured word on a nearby one she felt compelled to check it. She pushed aside a box of croquette mallets (fucking Shining references, they were everywhere and she didn’t like it), and saw the label clearly. Snowsuits. Lina clicked her tongue and stared at this for a moment, internally debating with herself what to do next. Not my problem, she reminded herself. Not up to me to make sure someone doesn’t accidentally freeze to death because they’re too stupid to know better. I can still get on the snowmobile, get out of here for a while, and figure out what’s bothering me. Not my problem. Sighing, she opened the door anyway. Yup, snowsuits. Of all adult sizes and colors. None of them would be particularly flattering on any human being, but they were all warm enough for anyone who hadn’t brought cold weather gear. I could pretend I hadn’t seen this, Lina thought. “Aw, fuck it,” she mumbled, and she looked around for a container big enough to take them all back to the house in. She could just leave them in the kitchen for people to find for themselves. No one had to know she’d done it. She sure as fuck didn’t want a reputation for being ‘helpful.’
When: Just before noon
Where: Shed outside
This morning’s surprise had been annoying, but they had all volunteered to come here and put up with occasional annoyances. Lina had posted her stupid answer, gone for her morning run (she’d actually found some decent trails in the woods), and had returned to the house for a solitary breakfast. A shower. And then she’d allowed herself to check the journal system again. She was not terribly pleased with what she’d read. The wheels in her mind started turning, and she couldn’t get them to shut off. Something had left a bad taste in her mouth.
She had tried to find a distraction inside the house, and had been unsuccessful. Finally, she decided she’d head out and try and get a little speed. She had not been lying this morning. She did miss her car. Driving made her feel better. On a bad day she could drive out of town to the little places the cops didn’t care about, and put the pedal to the floor. A while of that and she usually felt a little more centered. She didn’t have her car here, but there were the snowmobiles. She returned briefly to her room for her snow-boots and heavy coat, and headed outside with all haste. There were some new tracks in the snow – she definitely wasn’t the only person choosing to spend a lot of time outside. Maybe people liked the idea of potentially escaping the cameras. The guys in charge had picked a good location for this, though. Not a lot of people would be willing to brave the elements for a little time to themselves. Lina herself had never minded the cold. She was well used to it by now.
‘Shed’ was not the proper word for the smaller building slightly northeast of the house. One could have fit a couple of cars and boats with ease. There were vehicles – bikes, dirtbikes (one of these in particular caught Lina’s eye, and she stared at it longingly as she wished for an early spring), ATVs, snowmobiles, even a dune buggy and a couple of go-karts. There was a closet marked ice skates. There was patio furniture and grills for the summertime. And just about any kind of sporting equipment you can imagine. Lina briefly humored the idea of hitting up the journals to see if anyone knew how to play hockey and was interested in a pick-up game, but dismissed the idea. There may come a day when she felt the need for social interaction, but it wasn’t today.
Lina made her way over to one of the snowmobiles, all of which were identical. She had a feeling it was pretty much fated for some idiot who had never been on one before to give it a try and end up really fucking themselves up. Again, she briefly hesitated offering to give lessons, and dismissed this idea as well. Yes, people were going to get hurt. No, that wasn’t her problem. It was the scientists’ problem. She started looking around for a gas can, thinking that maybe she’d take the rest of the day to go as far as a tank would get her just to see what there was to see, when something else caught her eye. The ‘shed’ had all sorts of cupboards and closets, some marked and some not, but when she saw a partially obscured word on a nearby one she felt compelled to check it. She pushed aside a box of croquette mallets (fucking Shining references, they were everywhere and she didn’t like it), and saw the label clearly. Snowsuits. Lina clicked her tongue and stared at this for a moment, internally debating with herself what to do next. Not my problem, she reminded herself. Not up to me to make sure someone doesn’t accidentally freeze to death because they’re too stupid to know better. I can still get on the snowmobile, get out of here for a while, and figure out what’s bothering me. Not my problem. Sighing, she opened the door anyway. Yup, snowsuits. Of all adult sizes and colors. None of them would be particularly flattering on any human being, but they were all warm enough for anyone who hadn’t brought cold weather gear. I could pretend I hadn’t seen this, Lina thought. “Aw, fuck it,” she mumbled, and she looked around for a container big enough to take them all back to the house in. She could just leave them in the kitchen for people to find for themselves. No one had to know she’d done it. She sure as fuck didn’t want a reputation for being ‘helpful.’