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Needa learn to take my mind off all the bad feelings, all the bad thoughts...Slowly slowly getting better.
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Yes I can. Oh god does that mean his doodle is out?
There's not much I can do for experiments or scientists that don't respond except terminate them after a certain time period. :p
One con of group rps.
One con of group rps.
"It is just Dr Note, and I would not proceed unless everything was ready and in order, Dr Watson" He said coldly, shooting a grim look over at his 'new' colleague, trying to look at her in a way that the screen of the hazmat suit didn't catch the glare of the lights. Did she think he was some foolhardy fresh faced novice? Inspecting him as if she expected there to be some flaw in the product. Well, he was hardly flawless and neither was anyone in any aspect, but he was certainly not incompetent in any sense. He didn't know what misguided impression or unfounded gossip the good doctor might have chanced upon, but he doubted she would find any truth behind it. And hopefully, he would find out who was responsible for spreading such nonsense as well.
"I advise you focus on yourself, Dr Watson. The board does not take kindly to any mistakes made, often they terminate them." He added the last with a hint of unintentional malice. Shrugging off the hand on his shoulder, he sent a glare to the man, starting to feel uncomfortable with the growing crowd. He was not good with people. "This is a place of work Dr Schwarzlitch not socialization, I suggest you hurry to your own ward." He muttered, stalking away from them down the long winding hallway, his attention returning back to his own clipboard, looking over the notes of patient #774. The young man's name and picture were underwhelming, his life story; worse than underwhelming. He glossed over those unavailing details and flipped the chart over to his medical history. Feeling his aforementioned nervousness grow as he scanned all the 'reassuring' details of the subject's violent history with the medical staff. Heavy depression...Dissociative personality disorder...Multiple personalities..Lapse in rational judgement, as expected...
Well, if their money had been well spent, he should have only one personality left, whether what remained was this violent sociopath 'Bruce' as named or 'Adam' still remained to be seen.
By the time that he had finished reading his file, he looked up to find the dark bold numbers '#774' staring him straight in the face, his colleague having already departed to a different part of the ward. Taking a breath, he signaled to the cameras before passing his identification card through the scanner, then punching in a code. Waiting for verification from the system and the security personnel. Things were tight here, not even a 10-pin code and personalized identity card could be trusted anymore. Doors had to be accessed remotely via an ever vigilant group of technicians/security. It was the 21st century for crying out loud and he needed to wait for someone else to open a door for him.
He pondered how backwards they had gone whilst the many intricate locking mechanisms behind the door clicked and whirled, magnetizing and demagnetizing. After the first door slid open there was a second door requiring yet another 10-pin code though it was at least it opened on it's own since there were no cameras within the confined space between both doors. Not exactly a good thing for any claustrophobics, as if the suit wasn't suffocating enough; he was starting to swear in there.
Taking a breath, he waited as the doors slid open to reveal experiment #774, butt faced to him. Now? There was a protocol for this, they had been briefed about this multiple times, but right now he couldn't remember a single thing of what he was briefed on. Well, he could remember the general steps. Check the subject's ability to respond to simple instruction and reaction to another sentient being
"Adam." He said, surprised that his voice didn't waver, "Please stand up and face the wall." He instructed, taking this as a chance to test the other's sense of balance and locomotion skill whilst he could. And if the subject could walk, then that was a good sign that he was healthy and not a bedridden rejection. Again, physical health was second to mental sanity, he waited for the subject to respond and from there he would judge if he was fit to continue the experiment.
He wasn't sure why it wasn't ending. He should be waking up at the bottom of the ocean now or in the morose hallowed darkness of the great dungeon. Closing his eyes, he found some darkness, but it felt completely unreal. Far too light and underwhelming. His heart quickened, unable to find even the vestiges of the real darkness. Had even that, left him alone?
"I advise you focus on yourself, Dr Watson. The board does not take kindly to any mistakes made, often they terminate them." He added the last with a hint of unintentional malice. Shrugging off the hand on his shoulder, he sent a glare to the man, starting to feel uncomfortable with the growing crowd. He was not good with people. "This is a place of work Dr Schwarzlitch not socialization, I suggest you hurry to your own ward." He muttered, stalking away from them down the long winding hallway, his attention returning back to his own clipboard, looking over the notes of patient #774. The young man's name and picture were underwhelming, his life story; worse than underwhelming. He glossed over those unavailing details and flipped the chart over to his medical history. Feeling his aforementioned nervousness grow as he scanned all the 'reassuring' details of the subject's violent history with the medical staff. Heavy depression...Dissociative personality disorder...Multiple personalities..Lapse in rational judgement, as expected...
Well, if their money had been well spent, he should have only one personality left, whether what remained was this violent sociopath 'Bruce' as named or 'Adam' still remained to be seen.
By the time that he had finished reading his file, he looked up to find the dark bold numbers '#774' staring him straight in the face, his colleague having already departed to a different part of the ward. Taking a breath, he signaled to the cameras before passing his identification card through the scanner, then punching in a code. Waiting for verification from the system and the security personnel. Things were tight here, not even a 10-pin code and personalized identity card could be trusted anymore. Doors had to be accessed remotely via an ever vigilant group of technicians/security. It was the 21st century for crying out loud and he needed to wait for someone else to open a door for him.
He pondered how backwards they had gone whilst the many intricate locking mechanisms behind the door clicked and whirled, magnetizing and demagnetizing. After the first door slid open there was a second door requiring yet another 10-pin code though it was at least it opened on it's own since there were no cameras within the confined space between both doors. Not exactly a good thing for any claustrophobics, as if the suit wasn't suffocating enough; he was starting to swear in there.
Taking a breath, he waited as the doors slid open to reveal experiment #774, butt faced to him. Now? There was a protocol for this, they had been briefed about this multiple times, but right now he couldn't remember a single thing of what he was briefed on. Well, he could remember the general steps. Check the subject's ability to respond to simple instruction and reaction to another sentient being
"Adam." He said, surprised that his voice didn't waver, "Please stand up and face the wall." He instructed, taking this as a chance to test the other's sense of balance and locomotion skill whilst he could. And if the subject could walk, then that was a good sign that he was healthy and not a bedridden rejection. Again, physical health was second to mental sanity, he waited for the subject to respond and from there he would judge if he was fit to continue the experiment.
He wasn't sure why it wasn't ending. He should be waking up at the bottom of the ocean now or in the morose hallowed darkness of the great dungeon. Closing his eyes, he found some darkness, but it felt completely unreal. Far too light and underwhelming. His heart quickened, unable to find even the vestiges of the real darkness. Had even that, left him alone?
OscarioTheGuy said
Friendly reminder to add Mr schwarzlicht to the op :)
All done! Waiting on Sheeplon, preacher and clucker for a post, most Sheeplon Sorry ViridianHue (Ah I' mixing up my character @-@) for Emma so I can post my next ^^"
I'm not gonna keep the departments too segregated, but I suppose it'll give you all something to talk about :p
Accepted! But ah, funny thing you mention claustrophobia. Ah never mind, not a big detail.
WELCOME TO THE FACILITY MR Schwarzlicht!
Be sure to hide your dementia and insanity before something finds it delicious :3
Will you please check on experiment #937 in lieu of an absence for Dr Noth?
Please be informed that you may be taking over Dr Noth's duties for the time being.
WELCOME TO THE FACILITY MR Schwarzlicht!
Be sure to hide your dementia and insanity before something finds it delicious :3
Will you please check on experiment #937 in lieu of an absence for Dr Noth?
Please be informed that you may be taking over Dr Noth's duties for the time being.
OscarioTheGuy said
Alright, made my introductory post. Hope you enjoy!
If you wrote was what I thought you wrote,then you are a braver person than I. I lost it at 'doodle'.
Well, why not? Keep your intentions a little on the down low though, the director doesn't appreciate....disobedience nor would your fellow scientist...but be warned,all actions have consequence and sometimes, a character takes on a life of its own....
Just create a CS and we'll be gold to go once its accepted :3
Just create a CS and we'll be gold to go once its accepted :3
I will, have her come aboard, the more the merrier, especially if she's willing to play a scientist. :3
OscarioTheGuy said
Why is everyone talking about Vegemite when it's not even a Canadian thing? For those of you that want to know, Vegemite is a paste made from yeast extract and is made in Australia. It tastes nice, slightly like beer but saltier.
Was just wondering, since outside of Australia and Singapore, people seem to despise the stuff. Another weird thing we have native to Singapore is Durian and we love it! Though I've seen people absolutely loathe the smell and taste. I guess it's just funny to watch people gag over something you're so used to. Anyway, I haven't seen much activity from 'preacher' and 'Clucker' as of late, so I'm worried we may be starting two members less than we initially expected.
sheeplon said
i've never even heard of vegemite before, what is it? o: it looks weirdalso, nice ref in the ic, like how you sneaked it in there
It's sort of like a condiment? Can I say that? It looks like a thick black goo, but it doesn't stain your teeth? If you've ever watched an asdf movie...you would know. And what reference might that be my dear? :3
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