2025-01-08 - Are You The Angel, Or Am I The Devil?

[TXT to Tig] Reese: Antigone Fitzgerald. Your name has been listed on the employee roster alongside my own for nearly a month now and I've yet to see your face in the lab. Would you care to enlighten me as to why this is? Assuming this the number listed in the employee directory is, in fact, listed accurately?

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Tig, please. Only my mother gets to call me Antigone.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Probably because I've spent most of my time out in the field at night doing maintenance so I can get familiar with what we've got.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: Aha. Night shift. That would explain it. While I've certainly heard rumors connecting myself with a variety of cryptids, the kin of Vladimir Dracula and Nosferatu I am not. In fact, I had considered briefly that such rumors might be the reasoning for our lack of encounters, but it's refreshing to know that your skills have been instead put to work! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Reese Robinson. I, too, am an animatronics engineer at this park.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: I kind of figured. 😃

[TXT to Reese] Tig: I mean, that you're another animatronics engineer.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Not that you're a vampire or anything. This place is weird, but I don't think it's that wierd.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: Either your powers of deduction are in working order, or like me you programmed the park directory into your cellular's contacts lists. Which would be prudent. Both excellent qualities to have in a working partner.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Er...

[TXT to Tig] Reese: It's also refreshing to see that you, too, have not been bamboozled by the stories that pervade these islands. I was reading just the other day that someone was claiming to have fangs, but I suspect our makeup department might simply have some missing prosthetics... it sounds like something my old classmates would have done as a prank.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Um.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: There is literally another me out there going grocery shopping while I'm at home working on a personal project.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: Yes?

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Wild, I know.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: You're implying you have a twin? 😲

[TXT to Reese] Tig: I'm implying that I have a clone of myself. I'll show you if we ever meet face to face.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: I'll be more than happy to put your claims to the test, because... cloning shouldn't be possible on a human scale at this point yet. We're not that far departed from Dolly the Sheep, although I'll admit my field is robotics, not bioengineering.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: It's not like a scientific kind of clone. She can only exist for about a week before we have to merge back together. It's bizarre. Handy, but bizarre.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: That... is fascinating and I would love to see how you do it at your earliest convenience.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: I'd be happy to. Eventually they'll put me back on days and I can work in the shop.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: It will be good to have you in the lab; we had a visitor just the other day who was looking for both of us and wasn't sure which one I was.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Yeah, well, 'Reese' and 'Tig' aren't exactly the most gendered of names.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Who stopped by?

[TXT to Tig] Reese: Do you know Aisley?

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Not off the top of my head.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: Works at the hotel. Appreciates our work and needed a favor; I should be able to handle it without too much trouble between shifts, though.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Oh? What'd she want? I'm thinking about cobbling together a shoulder dragon for the Black Knight.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: Battle bots that could be operated by adolescents in times of boredom. I studied the works of Imahara and friends while I was in college, so... well within my wheelhouse. A shoulder dragon sounds interesting. Fully independent, or more of a puppet?

[TXT to Tig] Reese: One of my roommates is a knight, I think, if you need a test subject.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: the terms 'battle bots' and 'adolescents' sound like a lawsuit waiting to happen.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: It'd be a puppet, I was thinking.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: That, my dear cohort, sounds like a challenge which I'm perfectly willing to accept.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: Makes sense. More interactivity that way than can be easily programmed in. Could probably use wireless controls to best sell the illusion... hmm. I wonder how fireproof that armor is...

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Making a shoulder dragon that breathes actual fire also sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: I see you're here to fill the role of the angel on my shoulder. Or I the devil upon yours. Maybe both? Either way, it makes for balance.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Somebody's gotta keep you from turning this park into Five Nights at Freddies.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: More like Five Nights at... oh... what's the proper lore... Princess Snugglebear's?

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Five Nights at Snugglebears? I like it. Maybe we could do that next Halloween.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: Do we pitch it to the actress first or the event planners?

[TXT to Reese] Tig: I would say the event planners.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: They're the ones who have an HR department.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: I'm sure we can convince one of the Princesses to participate.

[TXT to Tig] Reese: Fair. Get past the fun police first then the games can really begin.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Exactly!

[TXT to Tig] Reese: I foresee brilliant schemes in our future.

[TXT to Reese] Tig: Indeed.