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.

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an announcement from judy

[judgejudy]

[ Maybe Judy was working on paperwork when Luke started spinning around in his chair, who knows? But regardless, once they're all assembled, Judy will calmly speak up to welcome them. ]

Welcome, Complex staff. It's good to see you all together again. For the sake of getting things started, I would like to quickly review our staff. Our science team is composed of Ms. Ava, Mr. Bigby Wolf, Mr. Luke Castellan, and Mr. Reese Lastname.

[ Look, Judy may have a small petty streak, leave her alone. ]

Your overseer for this project is Mr. Ciel Phantomhive. I am here to facilitate the project and make sure things go as planned. If you have any questions or concerns, you may direct them to either of us, though matters of the facility should be primarily directed to me. That is all.

[jackhole]

[ throws the nearest thing at wherever judy's voice is coming from since he's not wearing his shoes. ]

WHO THE HELL IS CIEL PHANTOMHIVE.

[ rhys, come on. ]

[alittlemaster]

Me.

[jackhole]

[ he just freezes at that for a moment before making a strangled kind of noise and throwing something at ciel instead. ]

No. No, no, no. You're like, what, five years old? This isn't going to work. Juice, put someone else in charge right now!

[alittlemaster]

[alittlemaster]

STOP THROWING THINGS, YOU BABOON.

[jackhole]

STOP BEING FIVE THEN, YOU BRAT.

[ HE'LL THROW MORE THINGS NOW. BALLS OF PAPER. SCIENCE BEAKERS. WHATEVER'S CLOSEST. ]

[alittlemaster]

[WHAT THE HELL, RHYS!] I'm THIRTEEN, idiot, and twice as old as you're acting! [He slams his fist on the console table.]

Keep it up, and I'll have Judy get rid of you.

[puffing]

[ Bigby's kept unusually quiet for the first few minutes of their meeting, but at the sight of who their supposed Overseer is, he is quickly snorting out in equal parts surprise and dismay. ]

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

[alittlemaster]

I can do the job fine. I wouldn't be here if I couldn't.

[puffing]

Really. [ not a firm believer, this one. ] I'm real interested to seeing your skills. Happen to carry a résumé with you?

[alittlemaster]

I don't need one. I have the skills, and that is why I'm Overseer. If you could do any better, you would be instead.

Now decide who should be first in the assessment.

[puffing]

Please, for the love of fucking god... stop screaming.

[ this guy has been shouting and spewing and throwing shit the moment they woke up. he didn't even have to be directly interacting with Rhys in order to hear him!! ]

We aren't going to sleep for shit because of this job, and you're not helping.

[jackhole]

[ he's having a HARD TIME, okay, bigby? and the lack of sympathy for his struggles is not making him very pleasant. do you know how hard it is to be a mildly straight white guy? come on. ]

Oh, you complaining about your beauty rest? Woe is you, maybe some of us rather not even be here. I don't even know why I signed up for this thing! I was doing just fine on my own!

[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.

[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.

[chiseler]

[He even stops spinning but the chair probably crashes into something else because what.]

Are you serious? Who decided that?

[judgejudy]

My superiors.

[ Judy sighs ]

It's unorthodox because of his age, but I've seen his resume. He's more well-suited to this than it would seem. I advise you take his guidance into consideration.

[chiseler]

It's totally unorthodox. [Says the other teenager in the room.] ...think we could take a look at his resume too?

[judgejudy]

If he agrees, then I am authorized to provide it, yes.

[turinged]

Judy.

It is my understanding that children are more emotionally unstable than adults, and lack maturity. Would you elaborate on your choice?

[judgejudy]

It was not my choice. I do not pick the overseers, Ava.

However, the interviewers notes on file relate Ciel's background and particular skills into being well-suited to this task. I'm at least inclined to agree. That said, I can't elaborate further, since I don't want to breach his privacy.

[turinged]

Is there a method with which we might appeal this decision?

[judgejudy]

No, there is not.

[ She's just blunt on that one, since sorry guys, you're stuck with this punk ]

[turinged]

I understand.

What duties and responsibilities does he have that differ from the other four of us?