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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, DOCTORIZE FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 018.07.154.55 *** DOCTORIZE has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN01. <USER> LISTEN01 AUDIO MESSAGE PLAYING... <doctorize> This is the line for Dr. Daniel Dickens. If you'd like to leave a message, please do so here. I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible! | ||||
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[But otherwise, he'll sit still and wait for her return!
While she's typing up her message to Zack, is she going to snoop around some more?]
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So. Here's your laptop, doc. She tried really hard to not goop it up, wasn't that nice?]
Would you be able to hold off and call for me if you wanted to hurt yourself when I'm in another room? [There's shit to do.]
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[A sentiment that might be sweet, if it was coming from literally anyone other than Danny maybe.]
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Congratulations, you found the room where he's keeping all of his medical equipment and other shady shit. There's several unfriendly looking tools either hanging up, organized in a drawer, or on a shelf nearby, and a couple of lab coats hanging up. There's also an examination table set up in the middle of the room with an overhead light, very similar to the one you might remember from Danny's floor. However, it's clean in here and doesn't look like there's any sign someone died on this table... at least, not recently.
... Oh, and did I mention the eyes? Because they're in here too: there's a display case where he's keeping his jars of eyes that he's collected from some of the humans he's killed in this place. The room is colder in comparison to the rest of the apartment so as to keep them from withering or rotting too quickly. There's also a filing cabinet (which is locked) but if she somehow manages to open it, it contains his notes and observations of the eyes in his collection and who they previously belonged to.]
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Back to chores and also digging through his room for clothes or blankets that might need any sewing done, she gives no fucks.]
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There's a few shirts and pants with tears in them in the bedroom that she can probably find and sew, what with the amount of fights he got into with Zack before she came back, or just from general mishaps when dealing with less than cooperative meals--I mean, humans.
There is three notable things about the bedroom that makes it stand out from other people's, though: the mirror has a sheet hanging over it, and it looks like there's something written on the wall in direct eyeline of where someone would see it when waking and getting up for the day. The bedside drawer also has some of his glass eyes in them, of various colors depending on whichever one fits a look he wants to go for on a particular day.]
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Who are you really?
You should ask yourself this.
Who am I? The real self, or the one I believe myself to be?
An angel? Or a sacrifice?
Know thyself, and new doors will open to you.
... Why on earth does he have this written in such a spot??]
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Welp. Might as well make sure there's nothing super wrong with the mirror while she thinks on what impact these words might have for Danny, of all people. What point was there in questioning who he was... And hey, what harm was a mirror in helping to figure that out!! Really, doctor...]
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Rachel? What are you doing?
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Sewing practice.
[messing with yo shit]
Something wrong?
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[He's not used to having company just... quietly existing in his house, okay.]
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You...want me to make noise while you're trying to work?
[sounds super fake]