[Collar Fluid Research] || [Open Mingle]

[doc_brown]

Characters: Anyone who's part of a science team!
Setting: Whichever floor your team is working on.
Format: Prose or action, whichever you prefer.

Summary: It's been two months and a half since the researches have started and they should come to an end by next month. At this point the scientists should be realizing they're getting somewhere, they just need more time to figure everything out. Because it'll end soon, this log is so every team can mingle and play out scenes of the research effort-- If that's not already been done!

The teams can all be found here. The list is not up to date, but it's a general idea of what the teams look like. Just, feel free to reply to the thread of the team you belong to! The threads may be backdatted, given the ongoing Sephiroth plot may make some character unavailable. As the team have to move a lot, there is no set floor so pick whichever one you want. If you'd like to participate, you can sign-up here!

Warnings: Absolutely nothing! Well, unless you decide to play out a monster attacking your team. Or if you are part of the Violet and Orange teams, maybe.

Violet Fluid Team
Indigo Fluid Team
Blue Fluid Team
Green Fluid Team
Yellow Fluid Team
Orange Fluid Team
Clear Fluid Team

Comments

Indigo Fluid Team

[doc_brown]

(( This thread is for those assigned to Indigo Team.))

[chainsawn]

[ Urotsuki's not too big on the research side of this all. It'll be a surprise if she actually knows half of the things that are going on. But since she has a duty as a bodyguard and all and she does know she's doing something important, she's right there at the meeting.

Except she's just sitting in a corner playing with her chainsaw. At this rate it looks like she might just accidentally hack one of her limbs off if you think she doesn't know what she's doing. ]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch is currently copying all the notes to bring to the other teams - and if needed, make more legible versions.

Though, every now and then, he'll put down his pen and take a few deep breaths through his nose, his expression one of pain.

Then it's gone, and, after rubbing his head, he goes back to it. The later in the day, the more frequent these pauses. Other than that, he's not doing anything particularly interesting, unless you want to try to talk about the results.*

[averytinyparticle]

[Quark double takes when he sees Enoch stopping in his diligent work to hold his head. He was already trying to be helpful where he could, but having joined the team late he was always looking for suggests as to what he could do next. Enoch certainly looks like he could use some help. Note taking must be really taxing when you're doing it for so long!

He comes over, then, looking concerned for the man.]

Are you okay, Mr. Enoch? You don't look so good. Would you like some help?

[warriorscribe]

I'm fine... *Enoch lowers his hand to look down at the papers again. He could do this for days if he had to...if he didn't have a little girl screaming in his head. This task was simply not distracting enough. It was easy to let his mind wander; he could probably even copy this report for another team with his eyes closed.*

I only have a headache. *A pause.* If you'd like to help me copy this for the other teams...

[averytinyparticle]

[A headache, huh? That didn't sound too good! Quark looks up at Enoch, his face contorted in a concerned pout, as he takes a seat next to him.]

Do you think maybe there's medicine in the infirmary that might get it to go away?

[The boy pauses, as well, to look at the indicated papers, then picks up a pen to get to work.]

Sure! I can do that. I'll try really hard to print nice and clearly.

[warriorscribe]

The medicine they have never seems very strong.

*But he's grateful for the help - now the amount of work being done won't suffer for his sake.*

[averytinyparticle]

[Judging by that response, Quark figures that Enoch must have a good amount of experience with the medicine that can be found in the Infirmary. For a while--or at least a few minutes, but it seems like a lot longer to the child who hasn't always been particularly good at staying patient, much to the annoyance of his Grandfather--Quark contents himself with quietly working on copying the notes.

Eventually, however, he can't help but speak. Enoch is a good guy, after all, and he's worried!]

So you've had a headache for a really long time then, huh?

[warriorscribe]

Now and again...it's only this place getting to me.

*Which may be true but it certainly isn't "only"...*