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scientists - week 0





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.

jackhole: (pic#10153622)

[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-02 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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: <user name=mewtube site=livejournal.com> (cause I have lost the force to fight.)

[personal profile] alittlemaster 2016-10-02 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
alittlemaster: <user name=mewtube site=livejournal.com> (will end the story)

[personal profile] alittlemaster 2016-10-02 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
STOP THROWING THINGS, YOU BABOON.
jackhole: (pic#10315315)

[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-02 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
STOP BEING FIVE THEN, YOU BRAT.

[ HE'LL THROW MORE THINGS NOW. BALLS OF PAPER. SCIENCE BEAKERS. WHATEVER'S CLOSEST. ]
alittlemaster: me: nonono i can't let you do that (me: i want the thing)

[personal profile] alittlemaster 2016-10-02 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
jackhole: (pic#9981188)

[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-02 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ jabs a finger at ciel. ]

Five! And hah, as if! Jane can't do anything to me because I'm stuck here just like you. Hahahaha!

[ he actually looks like he won something there, crossing his arms real smugly for a moment. ]
alittlemaster: (Boy I was shaped for the fury.)

[personal profile] alittlemaster 2016-10-02 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
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I'll have her induce sleep, and we can just continue without any of your useless input.
jackhole: (pic#9980967)

[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-02 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ah. hesitates for a moment. ]

... You don't have that kind of power.
jackhole: (pic#9981067)

[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-02 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he'll go silent at that but this is the expression of a guy who is probably plotting to stab you in the back soon, ciel.

so, most likely familiar for you, huh? ]