Round 67 Transcript

Silra's pencil scratches furiously across the blueprints, tracing circuits and potential energy pathways. The building's demand for energy can be met through mechanical vibration rather than direct... She trails off as another rumble shakes the suite—louder this time. Jeane lurches forward, her eyes flashing with barely contained impatience. Enough theory! We need action now or I'll find my own solution to this problem! Halie steps between them, her voice calm but firm. Stopping the building is our priority. Silra's mind is our best asset right now—let her work. She turns to the elf. How long until you have a viable schematic?

Silra scrawls across the blueprints with furious precision, her mind racing through calculations and possibilities. The building wants energy—we've established that much. But not just any kind of energy. It needs a specific resonance frequency, something that mimics… she pauses, looking up at Jeane with a calculating gaze …something that mimics organic connection. She pushes the blueprints aside, revealing a half-assembled contraption of metal fittings and reinforced plates. I don't have time for your theatrics, succubus. I'm close—really fucking close—to cracking this. But I need quiet and space to work, not threats about going rogue. Halie's attempt at mediation barely registers; Silra's focus is razor-sharp. You want progress? Then back off and let me think. She grabs a welder, the blue flame igniting with a hiss that mirrors her irritation. I'm not interested in your alternative solutions—they're messy and inefficient. This building isn't some perverted entity demanding gratification; it's a machine with glitches in its programming. We solve machines with engineering, not… she gestures vaguely at Jeane …whatever the hell you've got planned. The welder sputters as Silra works, her movements controlled and deliberate. Two more hours—give me two fucking hours to finish this circuit board and we'll see if my solution doesn't make your threats obsolete. Unless you'd rather I just… she pauses, a smirk tugging at her lips …let the building have its way with all of us? Because that's where we're headed if you keep interrupting progress. Halie tries to refocus everyone; Silra barely acknowledges it. This isn't about ethics or comfort—it's about survival. And right now, my brain is our best tool for getting out of this mess alive. So either sit tight and let me work, or find a corner to… she glances at Jeane …pout in.