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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 0:18:13 GMT -5
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 0:19:29 GMT -5
((Got it!))
Rick smiled at her. "It's nice! You're not half-bad!"
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 0:28:32 GMT -5
Rick smiled a little, but it vanished as quickly as it came. "And if we don't get out of this d*** store, it'll remain just that. A dream." (( I've never been on the front of anything. *is honored*))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 0:34:40 GMT -5
Rick contorted his face a little. "Bec, you are a hopeless romantic. I seriously don't get you." He refilled his glass and took a drink. He set it down and stood. "Hey, I want to show you something."
((Also, you keep writing "Peti" and although I am petty, My name is "Petri". Just gonna say, sorry. XD))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 0:47:33 GMT -5
((Lol, ok XD and Sure))
Rick took her hand and walked her to the break room. All his notes and explanations were laid out on a table.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 0:49:26 GMT -5
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 1:01:49 GMT -5
((I mean, idk, maybe, is that still a thing?))
"Well, kind of... Look!" He pointed to a specific group of paper, "So, you know how we can't get phone signals or internet or water or sewage? But we can get electricity!" He pointed to the lights. "And you know how you look outside and see the world, but you can't interact with it? We are trapped in this place. But the limitations are on the physical building. Electricity is getting through though. I have a few theories as to why. First, there's one thing, something, someone, somewhere, I don't know, but SOMEthing is blocking exits from the building. Second theory, we're in some kind of time distortion bubble. We're either a few seconds too fast or too slow, so we can't interact with anything outside the bubble, which just so happens to cover all the exits. I'm not physicist, but it makes sense to me. I could be wrong, but I don't have a lot to go on. But..." He took a deep breath, "If we have any hope of escape it's either digging down.. Like REALLY far down" He motioned to one group of papers, "finding a way to interact with the outside world using only the basic electrical grid the store is using, " he motioned to another set of papers and then paused. "If you think that's difficult, there are two more options..." He sighed. "We... Demolish the entire building with us inside. We'll be buried in hundred of tons of concrete and steel and if it doesn't work, we're dead... Then... There's my fourth option..." He stopped.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 1:22:56 GMT -5
"Yes... And no. Ever heard of Schrödinger's Cat? Put a cat in a box with a bomb that will explode at some random time, and the odds of the cat being dead is 50% if you open the box at any time, therefore the cat is both alive and dead. There's an offshoot of that theory called 'quantum suicide.' It basically says that if you kill yourself, then even if there is a minute, slight, one in a trillion chance that you survive, there is a timeline where you are still alive. And your consciousness will always follow a time stream where you are alive. So if we kill ourselves, we might get out alive... In separate time streams. This is just assuming that, for some reason we are being put in a Hunger Games kind of situation by some sadistic entity or god. The only problem with this theory is... we will be the only ones living in our respective time streams. We'll live the rest of our lives with everyone here but us dead by our own hands. But we can assume that in some alternate time stream, everyone is alive by themselves, also responsible for the murder of dozens of people. So... Not really my favorite option."
((That just gave me an idea for a RP and I love it.))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 1:33:47 GMT -5
((I like this realstar guy. XD))
"Grr..." He crumpled up the paper and threw at the trash can, which was already overflowing with crumpled papers. He came up with stupid ideas when he was thinking too much about stuff. Especially when it came to life or death situations. "Yeah, it was a bad idea." He eventually said. He sat with his head resting on his hands and his elbows on the table.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 1:43:59 GMT -5
((( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Lol, I must have made a good impression for once. XD))
Rick sighed and lit a cigarette. He was stressed and didn't like having to stay indoors all the time. The artificial lights started to bother him after a long time.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 1:53:36 GMT -5
Rick nodded. "I think I will too, after I finish this." He said and he closed his eyes.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 1:59:59 GMT -5
Rick finished the cig. He put it out in an ashtray he kept in the break room and headed to his double wide hammock and slipped into the sleeping bag. He closed his eyes, stretching his legs.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 12, 2017 2:01:25 GMT -5
Ell fell asleep on the floor.
Tamara gt back with like 15 bottles of Smirnoff. She smiled when she saw Ell. Jet lag, probably.
Tamara and Ell are from Britan.))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 2:09:13 GMT -5
Rick shifted positions in his hammock. He was glad he set it up. Hammocks were far superior to alternative means of sleeping. How else do you float over the ground while you sleep? It literally felt like sleeping on air. So Rick sighed as he stared up at the ceiling.
Zara was in the garden area, blowing up an air mattress. It had taken her long enough to decide to do so. She could sleep on the ground, but she wouldn't sleep. So an air mattress it was.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 12, 2017 2:17:23 GMT -5
Tamara grabbed a blanket, carefully put it on her friend, and lay down beside her.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 12, 2017 2:18:03 GMT -5
Rick listened to the hum of electricity running throughout the store. It bugged him, but he tried to make it soothing. He shifted positions again.
Zara picked up the bed and carried it about 20 feet before it slipped from her hands. She pulled it out of the lawn section. it was far too cold in there. She moved it closer to where the bedding was. She put a sheet over it that looked warm and picked out a blanket as well.
((Oh yeah, so my manager thought it would be a good idea to say, "Hey if you don't have a receipt, you can't return your bedding, hurr-durr. Same with air mattresses." Like, I get people steal them a lot, but if you'd just let us do our job, we could actually provide good customer service while cutting down on theft! WOAH, IMAGINE THAT! *rant over*))
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