Eleanor's Office

[chemicalromance]

You step into the designated office of your host. It's an executive suite, quite like all of yours, save for the fact that it's meant for one person... and it's safe to say that this room has probably seen better days. The room is lit, but the light tends to flicker. The tiling on the floor is cracked, water running through the rifts from a waterfall originating out of a hole in the ceiling in the right corner. Don't worry. It's fine. Eleanor doesn't pay it mind. She's got a desk set up in the middle of it all, with her bed pushed off to the side. She's minding to her own business.

To your left, the wall immediately gives way to long glass windows reinforced with steel to withstand the ocean's crushing depths. Through coral and bio-luminescence, Rapture squats in the distance, like crumbling, electric obelisks.

Make yourself comfortable.

Comments

[inaclearing]

[Brett will enter fully and take a seat, though his brow is still furrowed.]

Couldn't you move to a different room?

[chemicalromance]

[There's chairs for him to sit! They're certainly luxury, even with a little water damage.]

I was assured that the state we are in will not last very long.

[inaclearing]

...because we're intended to die quickly?

[chemicalromance]

What do you think?

[inaclearing]

I think that's too uncertain to make you wait on it.

[Brett can't...quite say he's certain that no one will die. How could he assert something like that? People die all the time, in far less predictable ways than this.

But if nothing else, there's a lot of them.]

How long have you lived here like this?

[chemicalromance]

Here? Not always.

[She's lost interest in the running water. The ocean outside is far more of a spectacle, wouldn't you say?]

But I was born under the ocean. Rapture is my home.

[inaclearing]

...that's the city before this one? I guess I never thought of it as a place where children would be born.

[Hard to imagine, just from this place. If the other one was a failure compared to here, well. Still, he's trying to be neutral.]

Was it a lot like here?

[chemicalromance]

Indeed, it is. There were many children born there. People spending their whole lives never knowing sunshine.

[She starts to speak. Then stops. Then, starts again.]

In certain ways. The founders of the other Rapture were also very driven.

[inaclearing]

I guess you'd have to be, to build something like this. Especially to build the first one.

[Or maybe especially to try again, after the first failed.]

What was it meant to be? Some kind of utopia?

[He thinks it was probably a company town thing, looking around here, but you know. People usually try to dress these things up.]

[chemicalromance]

More or less.

[Her lips thinly curve at the word, utopia.]

It was meant to be the place for all the best people in the world. The smartest, and the strongest. "No gods or kings, only man".

Little did they know that utopia does not justify the means.

[inaclearing]

Oh, so all the Ayn Rand floating around isn't ironic. Good to know.

[He'd kinda figured it wasn't, but. Sure were just using Atlas Shrugged as a how-to, huh?]