[H2][color=82ca9d]Amadeus Worthington![/color][/h2][hr][hr]
Amadeus' day began like any other average joe scientist's would. At around 5:00AM, his alarm clock went up to tell him that it was time to stop whimpering and aiming his multi-tool at the vent next to his bed, and get to his morning routine. He swung his legs out of bed, and plodded about his salvaged USG lifeboat evacuation pod wearing only his USG Crew Member sweater and his favorite (read: only) pair of clean briefs.

He approached the makeshift mirror he constructed from a medical drone and stolen rear view mirrors. The thing held the various pieces of reflective glass up with multiple extendible arms, some that creaked and retracted, others that fizzled and fell off. He checked his mask-adorned face and tousled his hair before giving out a vocoded sigh.

Then he pressed his CommLink's receiver button and 'Sweet Home Alabama' by Lynyrd Skynyrd started blasting through his helmet.

He jigged and jived as he brushed the front of his mask with a toothbrush, before proceeding to take out a disposable razor to try and get at that pesky 5 o'clock shadow on his breathing apparatus. In the shower, he howled out of tune to the song like a baboon in distress, taking care to get at all those creases and crannies on his mask with the loofah. Breakfast was easy, he thought as he uncapped a tube marked "Gud Gunk" and squeezed its entirety into the input port on his mask. The greenish brown gunk dribbled out from beneath and down onto his neck.

[color=82ca9d]"Awwh cripes."[/color] He said as he moved back into his bathroom and gave his mouth a proper wash. Difficult but at least his breath, and mask, would smell minty fresh.
[hr]With that done and dusted, he stepped into the suit storage unit and let it dress him in his usual attire, EVA auxiliaries and all with a clean sweater and clean pants to match. He promptly exited his evacuation pod to the alley it had crashed in, just a few minutes walk from Mr. Phillips' (or as he liked to call him, Dr. Phil's) swanky laboratory. Amadeus entered and commenced his daily morning routine of checking on everyone in the building.

[color=82ca9d]"Mornin', Dr. Phil!"[/color] Engrossed in his readings as always, such an inspiration. And one of Amadeus favorite scientific journals too. What a swell boss to work under.

[color=82ca9d]"Mornin', Ms. Suya[/color]!" The roll of her eyes means that she's having a good morning. The distant look of longing and the sparkling flick of her rainbow hair meant that she was hungry or something. Amadeus would get her a bearclaw later.

[color=82ca9d]"Mornin', Mr. McAllister!"[/color] He was always so chipper in the morning. Amadeus knew they shared a special bond. Especially with the all the nicknames they had for each other. Like how Amadeus would call him 'Mr. Mac' and he would call Amadeus 'bloody nuisance' and 'useless slime'.

Such a special bond.

[color=82ca9d]"Mornin', Ms. O'Beirne!"[/color] He didn't have any scrap for her to chew on, but he'd find some soon enough. For now he could only offer some Jolly Ranchers. They were a pretty good substitute in his opinion.

[color=82ca9d]"Mornin', HAT!"[/color] The triggerhappy bot put him on edge with that laser pistol, but it was great to see him all the same. He couldn't offer HAT a Jolly Rancher to he resolved to just saluting at him.

He finished the greetings by heading straight to the coffee machine and starting up a brew.

It was there that he was confronted with the massive form of his good buddy Worogoro, killing a whole pot of joe in one go. He was impressed, as always. His blaring rock music ensured he couldn't hear the terrifying roar that he made before, so his nerves were fine. He popped a pill and squeezed it beneath hs mask to be sure. Now was the time to socialise, his favorite part of his job.

[color=82ca9d]"Well hey there, Mean and Green! I see your enjoying the brew to start the day! Y'know I really do favor that there double shot espresso, but I see you take yours black! I never could do that myself, far too bitter for too long. Quick and painless is how I work."[/color]

He tried his best to shuffle around the massive bulk of the Ork to get to the coffee machine, voice practically smiling for him in place of a face.