Entry #A-15: "Accomplishments" [Video]

[dead_black_eyes]

[Lazarus' number is written on a blackboard with a piece of chalk, opening a connection to the network. Dim light streams in through the high, dusty windows, falling on broken-down desks in a decrepit, once-grand lecture hall. A broom leans in the corner, along with several trash bags; Lazarus himself is wearing crummy clothes and more than a little breathless and sweaty. You would be too, if you'd been working on solo renovations for hours.]

If any of you are familiar with the building that was formerly the Willow Ridge Boarding Academy in Locke City... like back in the 1970's... it's ours now. It was briefly a linen processing facility but it wound up being foreclosed on when the company went bankrupt, so I went ahead and bought it from the bank. Under a different name, of course.

[He takes a second to shrug out of his sweater, draping it across one of the desks.]

The building's big, with a spacious basement. I want to move Project Jump as soon as possible to this new location, since both I and Espresso Yourself are too well-known at this point and I don't think it's safe for it to remain. I can rent a truck but the more discreet the move is, the better. It has to happen very soon. In the meantime... I'm going to continue to work on renovations. Security. Furnishing accommodations... on that note, if anyone has any computer monitors, servers or any other equipment they're willing to sell or donate, I'm more than interested.

[He returns to what he was doing before he opened the connection, which is, apparently, using an axe to break apart unsalvageable desks and bagging up the resulting debris to clear some space.]

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[dead_black_eyes]

Yeah. I get you.

[The response sounds automatic, like he knows it's expected, rather than genuine. This is an area where their experiences are very different; L's made some bad choices, but by the time he got around to seriously sabotaging himself, he'd been screwed over majorly by people he'd formerly trusted.]

Kids are capable of more than people give them credit for, though. Whether it's messing things up or fixing them. When I was "just" a kid, I felt exactly the same as I do now... I'm just bigger now, and afraid of different things.

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[brotimaeus]

We ain't the same people.

[Different experiences, even if some of the bases they touched were the same. He fixes the plasterboard in place and steps back slightly.]

I was capable of plenty, and all it got me into was more trouble than I could handle. I was just lucky I got out before it got me dead.

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[dead_black_eyes]

No, we aren't. I see our differences more and more, as we associate.

[He steps back and away to survey the wall, further than Richard, crossing his arms over his chest as he studies their handiwork.]

Yes, that was very lucky for you. I'm glad it turned out that way.