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ｓｃｉｅｎｔｉｓｔｓ － week 0
 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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[ 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.
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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.
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I can't do this. Just... fuckin' kill me now and get it over with. For science, or what the fuck ever.
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