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Jon, Martin, Tim, and Sasha are currently stuck in Document Storage. Jane Prentiss is outside the door, knocking and waiting. All the crevices have been sealed but at times, a few worms manage to crawl in.
Jon and Sasha made a small defense system that sprays C02 into the entire room to kill the worms. Jon gave them all gas masks so they wouldn't pass out or die from the C02 while waiting for the air pumps to filter out the air. When he was asked why he has gas masks, all he said was, "Past experiences." and mumbled something about the moon.
They have a good amount of food, enough to last two months surprisingly. None of them know how long they're going to be trapped. The first three days, Martin was very paranoid and on the brink of a panic attack but being stuck with other people helped him calm down.
It's the tenth day now, at least the clock on the wall says so. It felt almost sad how no one haf come down into the archives or realized their situation. Jon read the statements stored there a lot. Martin normally sat in a corner, zoning out. Tim and Sasha tried to make conversation at times but it usually fell.
Currently, they were all taking off their gas masks off. It felt more like a routine now. Everyone was tense and tired. Jane kept knocking and knocking. Jon looked around at his friends coworkers. Then a he did, or rather sang, something. Just to lighten the mood.
"Gassed last night," he started. "And gassed the night before." Tim, Sasha, and Martin look at him. "Gonna be gassed tonight if we're never gassed no more." Jon doesn't realize he's smiling. The other three do.
"When you're gassed, you're sick as you can be, 'cause novichok and mustard gas are much too much for me." Jon thinks he probably looks stupid but he didn't care. Yet. "They're choking us, they're choking us." He almost expects to hear GPT and TS to sing with him but no other voices rang with his.
"One respirator and it broke on us. Thank your lucky stars that the pumps still work 'cause coughing up your lungs can be a chore." Jon finished, remembering the war and the Kaiser. Good memories.
Tim spoke up first after the little song, "Where'd you learn that?" Jon looks at him, Tim. Not the same Tim but it feels like it. "An old friend I had made it. He liked making situations light with silly stuff like that." Jon answers.
"What did you and your friend go through to have that song apply to you?" Martin asks, bewildered. Jon chuckles and says, "Don't worry about it yet. Just know that my heat resistance and durable lungs didn't come from nowhere." Martin looks concerned.
"Awww, can't we have a little more Jon lore?" Sasha says, playfully. "Alright, I can tell you one more thing. But that's it." Jon says then sighed. "Hmm. What's the most vague yet concerning thing I can tell?" He says jokingly.
Tim elbows him and Martin gigglesa bit. "My last name isn't actually Sims." Jon says. "And I have a gun." He adds and leans against a bookshelf and picks up a random paper, skimming over it.
Tim chokes on surprise. "I'm sorry????" He basically semi-shouts. Sasha and Martin look just as bewildered. Jon cackles and says, "You heard me, Timmy." Tim's jaw drops.
Jon didn't mean to call Tim that, it was instinct to. He chuckles again at Tim's absolute surprise. He considered his little plan to lighten the mood a success. Even if he's letting people get closer than he originally wanted.