[color=00aeef][h1]Doctor Cranham (Sam)[/h1][/color]
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[h3]Monitoring Room, Mentions: [@Ever], [@Almalthia] / Open to interaction [/h3]
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Eyes flicked across the many flickering lights before them, the flashing colors and ever moving pixels always followed by the eyes. The eyes belonged to the socially awkward and rather odd fellow known to his colleges as 'Dr.Cranham', though he honestly preferred 'Sam', feeling much to formal when being addressed by his last name. The doctor had been sitting at the monitors all night, observing the movements of the subjects, making notes of their behaviors and anything new. He did this quite often, often losing sleep over it, but he was rather fond of coffee, so this helped solve his tired demeanor and hide it from the other researchers within the facility.

Sam was always on the look out for sudden or odd changes in the subjects, waiting to see if the experiments had produced a side effect that might prove to be potentially dangerous, a newly gained power or ability, or many other outlying factors. He honestly was there just hoping that at some point, one of the subjects would demonstrate one of the signs he had been looking for since he had first taken the job, which involved a sudden feeling of youth, and endless energy, but so far, nothing as extreme as the symptoms he hoped to induce into the test subjects. He had been splicing genes from more then just animals at this point, splicing genes from past deceased test subjects, along with plants, and just about anything he thought might produce the goal he held in mind, but many of the serums he had crafted, he was hesitant to use on the test subjects.

Though that was all they technically were to the higher ups, they were still living beings to him. Sam hadn't been with the project for as long as some of his co-workers, only a few years, but he had been there long enough to accidentally be the cause behind some of the mutations caused with the subjects, and although most of them were fine as of now, he still felt somewhat bad about it. 

Movement catching his attention for a moment, he stared at Subject 624, otherwise known as the living microphone, or just Alice to the less formal, watching as she struck fear into one of the other researchers, seeming to take great enjoyment of it. He smirked lightly, taking a note down to keep a closer eye on her in case she tried anything funny, as she had before. He watched her for a few minutes more, and when nothing else occurred, his eyes moved to another monitor. 

Subject Double O Seven was sitting in the window frame of the library, she seemed to be both in deep thought, and reading at the same time. He blinked a few times, rubbing at his eyes and reaching over to the desk, lifting his coffee cup up to his lips, taking a large sip from it. Subject Double O 7, as he had jokingly referred to her once, or Beatrix, as she often said her name was, was one of the more unnerving of the test subjects in his opinion. This didn't mean he didn't like her, she was a decent girl, mostly anyways. It was her power that made him nervous.

Dreams were an odd thing, even science couldn't fully explain them, that couldn't fully be comprehended, and she broke every rule in that regard. She was one of his favorites, as she was one of the few with a possibility to live ten times as long as the average human lifespan, if not forever, but the dream sharing thing was something he could not and possibly never get over. It was a reason he rarely slept. He wasn't fond of the idea of another roaming through his dreams.

Taking a note to speak with her later, he resumed monitoring the subjects.