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[surethingboss]

*pacing the hall in the apartment, cigarette dangling half-ignored between her teeth*

What the fuck is going on out there?!

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[not_spock]

*glowers, uh, in general* That's what I want to know.

[surethingboss]

*didn't notice him as she was passing until he spoke, and she comes to a stop -- which is more like a half-skid as she tries to wheel around to face him*

Sorry, didn't see you there. *points a thumb behind her -- more to indicate the intercom than anything* Can you believe this?

[not_spock]

*grins* I'm good at blending in. *looks serious again as he glances at the intercom* A great act of violence used as an excuse to keep people in line. *muses* The Reichstag. They're hiding something from us, and everybody's content to go right along with it. *looks at Birdy* How about you?

[surethingboss]

Reichstag? Y'mean like Nazi Reichstag? I thought this was the fifties.

[not_spock]

February 27, 1933, the Reichstag building was set ablaze. The day after the fire, the Reichstag Fire decree was signed into law, suspending civil liberties, particularly among those who didn't agree with the Nazi Party. A month later, Hitler became dictator of Germany.

*comes out of "serious lecture mode" and grins*

Just making an allusion, is all!

[surethingboss]

Uh huh. *crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the wall behind him* So you think these people are going to be dumb enough to try that here? They may have the firepower, but not all the people here are exactly helpless.

[not_spock]

*shrugs* Why not? People will do anything you tell them to, if you come off with an air of authority. *smiles, from personal experience* Trust me on this. Everybody I've seen here so far seems to be content to sit around and accept what they're told, no questions asked.

[surethingboss]

I don't blame them if what I heard about the outside is true. *looks down at the cigarette in her mouth and sighs smoke out of her nose* And I feel that from some people. Haven't met many yet. They're afraid of the outside, more than they are of guns.

[not_spock]

Yeah, but this? *gestures around* This is a temporary solution. A bandaid stuck on a gaping wound. What're we going to accomplish, sitting around here like livestock? What's the point of this place? It obviously called us here for a reason. But we're never gonna find out what that is if we just listen to the 'big scary voice' on the intercom.

*grins*

Don't you agree?

*wants to go ouuuuut*

[surethingboss]

Y'got a point, jeeves, but what do you propose in the longrun? Sure, sneaking out of this building is one thing. But what after that?

[not_spock]

Information can be found all over the place! Especially while they're distracted. Me, I'd like to get a look at these "zombies" and see what they're really about.

[surethingboss]

I'd rather not get a close look at those things without my ammo replenished, to be perfectly honest. And I haven't got my rations yet.

[not_spock]

Fair enough; *holds up a hand as though he's taking an oath* I won't poke the zombies. But aren't you the least bit curious about why they're trying to keep us in here, what sparked this? You could think up a million excuses to stay inside, or you could go out there, where the action is. *needs a wee blonde stand-in Rose* I'm going outside either way, but, well, it's more fun with two. *totally not hitting on her*

[surethingboss]

*smirks*

Again, point, but what makes you think you're going to find more about why we're here outside of the complex? It's not like the people that brought us here are out there.

*shrugs*

Not trying to rain on your parade or anything, but I like to at least pretend I thought things through before I go on crazy adventures.

[not_spock]

How do you know that? You don't know who brought us here, after all-- and, if you do, I'd really appreciate it if you could point 'em out to me.

But what about those men in the white robes? The Temple? The "mysterious" "president"?

We're not going to get anywhere if we don't jump head-on into the situation. Besides, *pulls out the sonic screwdriver excitedly* I've got this! *totally expects her to be impressed by it*

[surethingboss]

*skeptical look* ...You have a laser pointer? That's going to help us do what?

I mean --

If we were trying to distract my boss, I could see that working out real well, sure...