ｓｃｉｅｎｔｉｓｔｓ － nights 9 & 10

[judgejudy]

SCIENTISTS & OVERSEER NIGHTS 9 & 10 Unlike everyone else, you know exactly why you're here. You've been hired to do a job, and it's time to carry it through. Sure, it's a bit odd to wake up with all the residents you were going to be overseeing, but it doesn't really matter. Once everyone is asleep, you have a chance to slip out. After all, the curfew doesn't apply to staff. Once you've left your assigned apartment, Judy's calm, even voice speaks up from the ceiling. "Good evening. It's time to get to work..." She directs you down to the first floor, through a courtroom and an eerily clean room where there's a number pad. You know the code already: 6227#316. Down you go into the operating theater, and through it to the program labs. Here, you'll find everything you may need to carry out your work from the terminal describing that work to a wide variety of tools to be used in the operating theater. After all, none of this is unfamiliar to you. Since you woke up, you knew what you were going to be doing here. You just had to wait until the curfew was in place. The drugs that effect everyone else don't bother you, since you received your shot to resist it. Though, oddly, you know you have that resistance, but you can't quite remember when you got it... Welcome, science team. It's time to get to work so that you can go home all the quicker.

Comments

[puffing]

[ enough people have been prone to flipping fingers at others today. it's good to let it rest. also, maybe you should keep control of your eye considering you lost the other one?? yeah?? ]

Sounds like you're safe for the most part. Going to tell me where I can look for you at night so that I know you're not dead, or...

[ also a shame that Ciel was pretty much devoid of any social interaction at this point. more and more time spent in this complex and this fucked up experiment he had signed up for, and he's realizing he isn't all too happy with what it does to people. regardless of the Overseer's intent, malicious or otherwise, he is still some boy that could no longer talk to anyone but a bunch of killers. ]

Are we even sure Rhys is going to make it much longer? There aren't enough medical tools to fix what happened to him. And I don't think he wants to be fixed.

[ he has his own problems with Rhys and the path he decided to take upon being found out, but that's another conversation altogether. Bigby instead studies the last few words written by Ciel, curiously scribbling a reply. ]

What do you mean, nothing? Nothing of what?

[alittlemaster]

[Look, it's hard playing a cyclops when always playing two-eyes!! At least he covered it with the eyepatch!!

Ciel gives Bigby a look, but, though strange, it's somewhat unreadable in meaning. It quickly twists away, and he slams his fist against the table.] I don't care. [People who give up piss him off so much!!] I'll make him live until he finishes the job.

[GOD! He rubs his forehead with a few fingers, eye closed, then lowers them when it opens. After a sigh, he writes, in heavily pressed pencil:] Everything. Outside of here, there's nothing left.