ｓｃｉｅｎｔｉｓｔｓ － week 0

[judgejudy]

SCIENTISTS & OVERSEER WEEK 0 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

[jackhole]

Yeah, but we're not going to like, kill our overseer, are we? Jesus, guy, [ he's going to condescendingly tap at his temple here now ] think about it a little.

[puffing]

[ just going to. stare at Ciel for a good ten seconds. ]

[puffing]

―that remains to be seen, kid. You get the honors of trying to wrangle this circus show together. Best of luck.

[ suddenly not all too envious of his job right about now. ]

[puffing]

Better than complaining about every other goddamned thing in existence.

[ he will earn no sympathy from Bigby, no siree bob. ]

You're shit outta of luck, because you are here. ―With us. ―All night. So again. Please.

Shut the fuck up.

[puffing]

[ this is Bigby right now, upon the realization that he is the oldest here by miles. please help him. or don't. maybe it's best to just let him sulk. ]

[judgejudy]

You *did* break his nose, Rhys. I believe that is deserving of blame.

Though my records indicate that the "timing" was fortunate in this case. I would have been cross to lose a scientist so quickly, as it's my understanding from your profile that the Jack of your time is considerably more violent.

[puffing]

I have.

[ take that as you will. ]

[jackhole]

[ there's a few conflicted emotions rolling over his face for a minute before he crosses his arms and breathes heavily out of his nose with a huff.

in a weirdly steady voice, he responds, staring right back at bigby. ]

I. Am going to complain. Because it makes me feel better. If you don't like it? You can, and are very welcomed to, suck my dick. Bro.

[jackhole]

but it wasn't like i MEANT it omg

oh. SEE. SO THERE IS A TIME THING GOING ON HERE

WHY DIDN'T YOU

YOU COULD'VE SAID

AND NOW I HAVE TO TELL HIM THIS AND OMGGGG YOU ARE A BITCH

HE HATES ME NOW, JUDY :(((((

[ at least he got her name right ]

[puffing]

[ just gonna make a huff of his own before pinching at his nose. ]

I can't do this. Just... fuckin' kill me now and get it over with. For science, or what the fuck ever.

[alittlemaster]

Can the two of you stop being idiots for five seconds? [THIS IS WORSE THAN HIS SERVANTS.]

[judgejudy]

You didn't ask, but I also wouldn't have been able to communicate it securely. I imagine you would have preferred discretion.

But that is correct. He is from a few years before your time, Rhys. I don't have the full records, so you will have to find out the details yourself, but he is still a programmer for Hyperion rather than the CEO he will become.

What you choose to tell him is up to you, of course. But my personal advice is that you should consider the power you have, Rhys. :) That is why you were hired.

[alittlemaster]

Unless anyone else has any good suggestions, we should all vote for Charles, the boy in apartment two. I questioned Alice's motives, and can use it against her for framing purposes. Plus, she's not staying in her assigned apartment, which will seem suspicious when someone from ours is affected.

For now, this is the simplest and easiest method.

[alittlemaster]

Get away from the terminal and do your job before I have Judy put you to sleep.

[jackhole]

[ he has nothing helpful to add except -- ]

Also, he insulted my robot? Who, like, who does that? About a guy's robot? What kind of person do you have to be to insult a robot? Robots are like, a hundred times better than people.

[ a pause and -- ]

Yeah, humans suck.

[alittlemaster]

Your "robot" is a piece of floating rejected metal, and I could make better toy Lincoln Logs, but regardless--Charles is one of the few subjects best suited for the task currently.

[jackhole]

[ jabbing a finger at ciel now ]

He is not a toy. He is a murder robot and you should respect that.

[jackhole]

[ squints

what does that even mean, bigby ]

[jackhole]

shit shit shit

you!!

what else aren't you telling us, man

if jack kills me, it's your fault.

[alittlemaster]

Find a way to make him a silent murder robot, and then I might change my mind.

[jackhole]

[ hisses at!! and curls a little more around the terminal because look, this is none of your business, ciel. ]

Oh, buzz off. I'm not bothering anyone.

[jackhole]

No. He should be able to express himself like anyone else.

[jackhole]

Charles. For taking up space and insulting robots.

[judgejudy]

I don't think that's very likely. His point in time was selected to avoid that possibility.

I can tell you more with specific inquiries, but the information I'm working with is limited. But as I'm here to assist the science division in whatever ways you may request.

[turinged]

Interesting in what way? I have noticed several atypical personalities and mental states. Perhaps we could compare notes.