[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

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen never really expected all of the people on his team to stay in the Tower for the duration of the research, but the losses in manpower have still been difficult to work around. As such, he's been doing some recruiting of his own. He's asked a few people on board - either ones who seem to have a scientific inclination, or ones who will be useful as bodyguards or movers.

Now, he stands before his team clad in a wrinkled lab coat, worn from two months of use (though most of the red and purple stains have faded away by now). The floor they're on today - the morgue - is where the team started work the first time they got together. How nostalgic.]

All right, mein Freunds. The loss of several members of our team has put a damper on our spirits, I know. But all hope is not lost!

[He smiles and spreads his arms out in front of him.]

I have taken the liberty of finding us new members. Everyone- [Directed toward the very few members of the original team who remain.] -please give them all a warm welcome.

((ooc: this is just a basic intro. feel free to make your own subthreads and stuff if you'd like!))

[terreifying]

[Rei might be the only one actually clapping for the new guys. She's in her plugsuit after her usual school uniform met with a scientific mishap. It makes her look a little like a retrieval unit, though not even retrieval units have her almost freakish pale pigmentation.]

Yahoo! Yay! New friends!

[She goes to pull a stuffed monster corpse away from the barrel of collar fluid.]

Now I don't have to stuff monster corpses to make it look like we have more people. And I don't have to booby trap what I stuff either!

[monstrueux]

[This is Gilles' first time in any kind of research group. He's not really known for his constructive behavior. Surely, this will help him in his quest to reform. As he was quite interested in alchemy in life, he's very excited about this new endeavor, and he beams, then bows.]

I thank you for the kindly introduction. I am Gilles de Rais! [He sees no reason to hide his identity anymore, and it's not as if he's a figure like Lancelot, who is so well-known. Surely comparatively less people know French ] I am honored to be your comrade. If you have need of my assistance, you need only ask.

[swordofzero]

[Suzaku nodded at the introduction.] Welcome, I am Suzaku Kururugi, I am one of the scientific assistants. It is nice to meet you.

[hystericull]

[Honestly, listening to all of these inane monikers over the years had Gamzee almost prepared for whatever the fuck this dude called himself. The kid tapped the end of his pen on the desk he was seated at, tossing an expressionless glance towards Gilles after his introduction.]

Yo, yeah, I need a lot of fuckin' assistance.

[He held up the pen he'd been tapping with. It had been gnawed on so much that it had exploded, and now refused to write properly.]

Be a good bitch and get a brother another mother fucking writing utensil, will you?

[midgarhorizon]

Gilles, huh? I guess we'll be guarding together.

[Reno just raises an eyebrow at the fancy manners.]

Name's Reno.

[morituramfides]

[To Jin's credit, for as dissatisfied as he had been with the arrangements, he'd performed his job surprisingly well; his Persona was steadily reaching even more unstable lines due to his returned reluctance to take his medication again, it at least meant Moros was strong enough to more than carry his weight. He'd even picked up on a few things from the studies (as much as he really did not want to increase his already reluctant library of scientific knowledge), and lent a hand here and there to a few of the teammates.

He would just be in a lot more of a happy mood if he didn't have to constantly be guarding Richtofen of all people.

So no matter how cooperative he was, he was still as petulant as ever, leaning against a few of the drawers that were closed inside the wall with his arms crossed, and peering over the crack in his glasses at their oh-so-glorious leader.]

I'm surprised you didn't just scrounge around in the trash for some extra hands and legs.

[The tone suggested that it was a thought to himself he was saying out loud, buuuut, given how loud he was being, it was probably meant to be heard.

Anyways!]

Name's Jin. The other original bodyguards have all flown the coop by now, so if you're here for protection duty, come to me.

[Honestly, he was kind of glad to not have to be the sole provider of defense anymore. But, whatever.]

[monstrueux]

[Gilles wasn't at all deterred by the petulance or Jin's body language, particularly as he was usually oblivious to such things.]

Is it possible to find spare limbs here?

[This struck him as a relevant question.]

I am more than capable of offering protection! I have a great deal of experience in--

[Well, killing things.]

Such matters.

[hystericull]

[Gamzee was busy both with ignoring Jin and also finishing copying down some notes from previous lab sessions. Organization was never, ever his strong suit, but mindless work like this was just mindless enough to keep him distracted from what a shit hand the Tower had dealt him this time. He felt that, in the great scheme of the Tower of Animus, the walls were crashing down and he was in the middle of it all, doing paperwork.]

[He was okay with this visualization.]

[There was enough pause given for him to look up from his work, keeping the pen between his spindly fingers, but resting the edge of his jaw on the meat of his palm. He batted his eyelashes.]

And what valiant motherfuckin' heroism you've motherfuckin' exuded thus far. Can only be calling on that shit all somethin' what's mother fucking exemplary.

[He'd managed a small smirk as the sarcasm flew between his teeth, but evidently he'd lost the energy for that, because his lips soon fell into a more comfortable scowl.]

My hero.

[terreifying]

Nah, he would've given the extra hands and legs to me. And they would've ended up here.

[Rei makes the stuffed orc wave at Jin with its stiff hand.]

Oh yeah, since we're all on duty today, thanks for using your pet to help protect everything. He looks pretty cool.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Hey, some people here happen to know people who have been made with extra hands and legs.

But she'll let it slide, especially since he's one of the bodyguards she's going to help.]

Veronica. I'm here to help you guys out.

[midgarhorizon]

Reno. You the guy in charge of guarding duty, then?

[He's not too thrilled about it being Richtofen either, but they didn't have much of a choice. At least Jin has company now?]

[midgarhorizon]

[What is this? Why is he even here? He has his own things to do and missions to accomplish. If Reno was questioning his own sanity last month, this sure as hell isn't comforting him at all.

But it was Richtofen, and that was worrying by itself. But why, why.

Giving a lazy wave, he attempts to look cool and unflappable.

Not easy with this crowd.]

Reno.

[That's it, that's the intro.]

[swordofzero]

[Suzaku wonders if someone should be taken note of who everyone was. Probably not but he wasn't sure how to even start. He nodded at Reno when he introduced himself] You're back? Or is this your first time here? [There had been two at one point] What have you been assigned?

[terreifying]

Heeeee~ey. I'm Rei. Welcome to the team.

[Rei beams at him, a little too cheerful considering the current environment and the fact that she's holding a taxidermy project.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[It was a bit odd to Veronica that she was in the morgue, but she didn't have to do any cleaning. Plus, she was already a member of the yellow team. And that was another mess of work that she had to deal with.

But then again, these guys seemed to really need the help. And she wasn't able to refuse.

So she stood there; a bit confused and nervous, trying to come up with a good introduction.]

Uh... hi. I'm Veronica.

[Nailed it.]

[terreifying]

Heee~ey. I'm Rei! You're cute.

[She holds out her hand to Veronica, expecting a handshake.]

[midgarhorizon]

Didn't I meet ya back at the party?

[Familiar face, at least?]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen fixes her with a friendly smile.]

Veronica! So nice to see you again. [Speaking like they're actually friends. What a creepy old man.] Which team is it that you normally work for, again?

[hystericull]

["With the Orange Team" was an interesting and unpredictable little item on Gamzee's list of places he wanted to be. Seemingly always at dead last on the list, it had made a stunning climb towards the top recently, as all of his comrades and relationships had been swiftly eradicated from the tower.]

[He hadn't spoken nearly as much, though his attendance had improved tenfold. If approached, he was every bit as caustic and aggressive as he had been previously, but his inspiration for instigation had definitely taken a nosedive.]

[The boy was hunched over a desk still in the thick of the group, though he paid little attention to anything coming out of Richtofen's mouth. He had a stack of papers in front of him, scattered messily over the surface of the table. If there was a rhyme or reason to the different piles he'd sorted them into, it wasn't apparent.]

[The large, horizontal pupils of his yellow eyes flicked lazily over whatever forms he seemed to be filling in, claws of the same hue scratching up the side of his already chewed-on pen. Paperwork was the only thing he seemed to be able to get himself to do these past few days. Littered on the floor were only a few crumpled-up pieces, where he'd written so hard he'd torn the page, or where he'd taken a particularly aggressive nibble off of one of the corners. In fact, most of the papers in his "good" stack were slobbered and bitten on in some way or another.]

[Pausing briefly from his work, as if he'd only just noticed a meeting had been called, the points of Gamzee's ears flicked a bit, and he lifted the large, messy snarl he called a head. Introductions? The only thing that needed to be known were his position in this stupid gaggle of blithering idiots.]

Motherfuckin' transcriptions.

[He leaned back a little in his chair, throwing an elbow over the backrest and tossing the pen he'd been using back on to the desk.]

You science bitches get all up to all be having them nifty little discoveries motherfucking made, you give them dingy stuffy lab sheets all handed at my wicked direction, and I'm all be turning that piss-tittied cluckbeastscratch into something what's all much motherfuckin' more legible.

[He frowned.]

Don't even get your mother fucking argue on at it. I know every one you bitches got trouble making your god damn letters.

[Neglecting to give his name was more out of forgetfulness than anything. Who needed a name to hand someone a piece of fucking paper? Besides, he was pretty sure being the only one on this team (or in the fucking Tower now, for that matter) with giant, candy-colored horns sprouting from his head made him sort of recognizable.]

[terreifying]

...I don't.

[Rei is currently flopping her stuffed orc around, making it do a twitchy danse macabre.]

I write perfectly fine. It's just that I'm never writing.

[midgarhorizon]

The hell happened to yer sweet temperament, Gamzee? [He says as dryly as possible.] You swallow someone's fist up your ass?

[But, Reno does look rather happy to see him.]

How ya been, sweetcheeks? Haven't really seen ya since the wedding.

[terra_nullius]

[Even if he didn't really know what was going on, an inlet into understanding was better than nothing. He doesn't really have any sort of formal training... though he's not really one to let that stop him. There's more here to learn than one would think, and that's highly pleasing.]

Xehanort. I'm ready to start whenever you are.

[midgarhorizon]

Oh hey. That's a familiar face. Swimming last time, right?

[Now he's got a name to the face. Last time he didn't quite remember...

Wait a minute. Wasn't there a guy last year that also went by the name of Xehanort, but was really old?]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Trying to be as welcoming as possible despite his team's awful behavior, Richtofen approaches Xehanort with a casual smile on his face.]

That is what I like to hear! Now, are you a fighter, or a thinker? I will assign you a job. [He rocks on his heels.] Or jobs, if you are feeling ambitious, I suppose.