Introduction to Science 1 [Bow-Wow, Sie]

Bow-wow

Bow-Wow felt… apprehensive, confused, and downright despairing after the introduction of the wardens. Ei looked far too stern, reminding him of the ancient math teacher he always had to stay behind to receive lectures from, and Bea… Bea was, well, Bea. She seemed nice, and yet, he… felt weird about said niceness. Like it was transactional.

Sie was the only one that Bow-Wow felt he could talk to on a level where he didn't think he'd be ridiculed, tormented, or otherwise negatively impacted. And so, that leaves him seeking them out.

He figured the best place to start was knocking on the Wardens' door, and hoping that Sie was the one to answer.

Knock knock!

MILGRAM

The response from behind the door was quick. Within a few moments, a small clicking sound could be heard, followed by the door opening to show a distinctive head of white hair.

"Hello there, Mr Wow. Is there a problem? I'll do my best to help."

They certainly appeared to have a very unintimidating demeanour, not particularly fitting of a prison warden. Their soft voice, though steady, seemed unsuited to giving orders any time soon.

Bow-wow

"Hello!!!" Bow-Wow greeted incredibly politely. "Just Bow-Wow is fine! Mr sounds… so formal!" He waves his hands, before lowering them,

"I would like to ask a favour, if that's okay? I'm still real confused 'bout this whole…" He gestures. "Weird hologram stuff."

Quietly, he adds, "I'm too embarrassed to ask someone else."

MILGRAM

Just two polite folks here! Sie bows their head demurely.

"As a guard, I don't really know if it's appropriate for me to be so familiar… Is 'Mr Bow-Wow' an okay compromise, perhaps?"

They nod with a sympathetic smile towards Bow-Wow. That's a more than reasonable question in their eyes.

"Of course. It's a lot to take in all at once! So… by hologram, did you mean the projections? We're going to call everyone in one-by-one, and the MILGRAM will help us wardens view your memories and thoughts surrounding the murder you committed. It shouldn't take any effort on your part, really."

"…I imagine it will be one of those things that's easier to explain as it happens."

It's not as if they have the most solid idea of what it all entails, either.

Bow-wow

"Yes! That's fine!" It still felt a little formal for his liking, but… they made a good point, he supposed. That they probably shouldn't be overly friendly with the prisoners. It might make them biased, or something, he guesses.

"Okay, uh, I think ya lost me again. How… does that thing work? Makin' its way into our minds…? Is it some kinda weird magic force?" Despite thinking they probably wouldn't know, or give the answer, he decides to ask anyway. "Have ya seen it workin' before now? Did that weird rabbit thing talk?"

"…Do any of you know us? What do you know? Do y'all know just the information about our… y'know. Or…" He blinks. "D'ya know what my name is- like, my, real name???? And… did y'all choose what outfits ta put us in?"

Sorry, Sie, he's got… some questions!

MILGRAM

"Apologies, Mr Bow-Wow… I'm not sure I can answer that. I wish I could, but it's not something I really understand. Hopefully we'll all learn more as time goes on."

"Oh, but that's something I can answer! Yes, Jackalope spoke to us wardens. It's why we know we're the wardens."

As more and more questions came their way, they did their best to listen without getting overwhelmed.

"…Er. Okay, I'll try and break that down… No, I don't know any of you, and I don't think the others do either, though you might have to ask them. We don't really know much… though we have been informed about your real names. Not that I'm going to share that, don't worry!"

They hasten to reassure Bow-Wow, waving their hands as if to ward off any concerns before they could strike.

"And… no, we didn't choose the outfits… Maybe Jackalope did…? I wouldn't know…"

Bow-wow

"Sorry for all the questions!" Bow-Wow feels bad, he's definitely just rambled on about god-knows-what to poor Sie, who seemed to be almost having trouble keeping up with his quick-fire interrogation.

His brows furrow, and he taps his finger against his mask thoughtfully.

"A bit weird they grabbed some random folks an' gave 'em ambernesia…" He really struggles with 'weird' words, it seems. "But… thank ya for respectin' my privacy an' all that!"

He laughs a little, "Hoo-ey, you're much nicer than those other two. They're real scary. What was ya name again? Sie?" He offers his hand for a handshake. "We ain't gotta be pals, 'cause y'all are here ta watch over us an' all but. I appreciate ya bein' the nice one."

MILGRAM

"Ah, that's okay… this is a pretty confusing situation for us all, isn't it? I think respecting people's privacy is basic courtesy, as much as is possible in a prison. And… er, did you mean 'amnesia'…?"

Truly, Sie is being so niceys.

"Oh, I don't know… I just like to be kind. Even - maybe especially - to a group of people who have all probably been through a lot recently, or done bad things. Ei is professional, and I admire that, but I hope I can give a bit of grace while still properly serving my role."

Bea goes tactfully unmentioned.