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]

[ shut up, who cares about gods when you have capitalism?? but rhys sneers a little, arms crossing over his chest and very specifically making sure his robot arm is in view here. it's not a threat, just an assertion of i know tech more than you. ]

Bandit.

[ vault hunting sucks and he won't budge on that fact. fiona was a bandit and she abandoned him and the thought still stings more than anything else. he wonders if it hurts more than jack's betrayal sometimes. ]

And what do you think? Point is, buddy, Hyperion's gone. Doesn't really matter how it went.

[chiseler]

[When your dad's the god of merchants who needs capitalism? He eyes the robot arm curiously, almost a little uncertain because he's not sure what this means, but he's not scared. Really.]

Whatever. [He lifts his eyebrows.] It matters a lot, actually. If you just bought them out, okay, any company can do that. But if you did something a little more interesting, I might be a little more impressed and think you can actually handle yourself here.

[…no he won't, but whatever.]

[jackhole]

[ on one hand, he wants to prove he's not talking shit by bragging. on the other hand, luke sucks. there's a twitch to his eyes here that's showing he's trying not to take the bait.

but ohhh, the bait's so close. he wants to take it. he's going to take it. so very flatly: ]

I killed all their employees, their CEO, and crashed their space station.

[chiseler]

[Oh. Well this is something. He seems satisfied that Rhys took the bait but he's keeping his expression carefully aloof as he nods in response.]

See, that's the kind of thing I'm talking about. So what was it? Hyperion had something you wanted? Or you just wanted to take out the competition?

[jackhole]

[ he grits his teeth then, annoyed at this line of questioning but also still weirdly prideful? he made something of himself. that says a lot, doesn't it? ]

They fired me.

[chiseler]

So it was revenge. [And now he smiles, sinking back in his chair. Someone please just kick him over.] You and I are more alike than I thought. Isn't that great? [Gods. No.] That was all you had to say.

[jackhole]

Well, yeah.

[ of course it was revenge, man. they fired him?? he was ready for a promotion?? what the fuck. ]

... Aaaand no. I don't even know you, kid. You're like, smug and weird and annoying so no. We are not alike. You're just weird.

[chiseler]

[He's sort of staring...]

You're going to call me weird and annoying? Really?

[jackhole]

[ you want him to self-reflect?? haha fuck you no. he WON'T out of SPITE. ]

Yes.

[chiseler]

...[He's just dragging a hand over his face.] You've gotta be joking. [Fuck it, somebody else can deal with Rhys now. He'll just...scoot away in his chair byeeee.]