towerofanimus | answers and questions [open]

Characters: Dax, Riki, Jason, and Zo; open
Setting: cafeteria, after lunch, February 10
Format: either
Summary: Some of the administrators answer questions.
Warnings: possible language, possible violence

This question and answer session was obviously hastily-planned. Ruana isn't here, but the others are, though for the most part they don't look quite at their best. Zo looks half asleep and distracted, having slid his chair close enough to the wall that he can lean on it to catch a bit of extra sleep in the middle of this session. Jason, usually improbably neat for his often messy, bloody profession looks wrinkled and tired, like he's been spending one too many nights in surgery. Dax looks entirely exhausted, and every time the lights in the cafeteria flicker that exhaustion only seems to grow worse as he looks more concerned. Only Riki seems himself--but then again, he's always been stoic and silent, so reading him in general is a difficult task. It's Dax who speaks once enough people are assembled.

"Greetings, residents--I'm sure you know the four of us by now. And guests, welcome--you probably don't know of us. I'm Dax, and these are Riki, Jason, and Zo." Dax gestures to each one in turn. "We are four of the administrators of this Tower. As you may have guessed, we weren't exactly planning on visitors, and you weren't brought through the same channels. Still, we thought this would be a good time to answer a few questions. With the network--down--we have opted to speak to you in person."

"If you try to attack us, you'll regret it," Jason says from his seat, and while Dax looks sidelong at him neither man can seem to muster the energy for a proper verbal sparring.

"Okay, the floor is open to questions," Dax says, just barely managing a smile. "We will answer what we can."

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Diarmuid's eyes flick to Dax for a moment after catching the reaction, but he doesn't say anything. He still has doubts of his own about the man's good intentions, but Diarmuid also knows it would be foolish for Dax to start a fight with his fellow administrators in public. Especially with everything else going on.

If he had, it would be a good sign he was trying a little too hard to look like he was trying to help them.

"Not that I think you will listen, but maybe you should. You might have fewer problems with the people you keep here if they don't think you're a total asshole. Then again, you're probably used to it. You don't seem like the kind of man who lets much of anything phase him."

"My habits and work requirements make everyone's attitude toward me more or less unavoidable," Jason said. "When you specialize in medical research of this nature, you get a thick skin."

"And what exactly is the goal of all your research? Does it benefit you and your colleagues? Because I sure can't imagine it benefiting us," Diarmuid's trying to keep his voice even, though it is hard. He had five children in his first life. The idea of any of them being hurt for one man's research makes him sick. "What is so worth all of this pain and all of the hate you have to put up with as a result of it?"

"I keep all of you functioning, and so knowing how you all work is important, for one," Jason said. "It's also interesting to me."

"How long have you been like this?" The question is out before Diarmuid realizes it, and it's something of an abrupt change of topic. However, if Jason can be so curious about how they all work, they have every right to be curious about how he does.

With the question out, Diarmuid pushes aside his anger and lets that burst curiosity fully slip in. He had always been a thinker in a world of fighters and right now, he knows anger won't get him the information he wants.

"What I mean is, have you always been so desensitized to all of this? Just how long did it take you to grow that 'thick skin' of yours?" They are simple questions with weighty answers.

Scientist or Monster? Which is Jason really?

It had taken Tohko awhile to reach the cafeteria floor, as she had spent some time in the library, trying to calm down and feel better after everything that had happened to her..but when she saw and heard Diarmuid arguing with one of the Administrators, she started watching him. While she agreed with everything he said, arguing with them like this probably wasn't going to help anything, and it would probably make him an even bigger target for when another Jason month rolled around.

However..she wasn't quite sure what to do right now, so she just watched and waited.

[Diarmuid notices Tohko slide in the crowd nearby and nods at her slightly. He doesn't say anything, though. His attention, instead, is fixed on the administrators.]

Tohko nodded back and decided to take the opportunity to help out, in her own way.

There was no way they could stop Jason at this point in time. He held most of the cards, while they held very little. However..she had an idea. It was a small one, but it could help spare some of the kids.

"Jason, the aging process is still normal here, right? If it is, then can't you wait until these children get a bit older until you start experimenting on them? I imagine that most will be the same, even after five or ten years."

answers and questions [open]

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Pardon the random lurker, ready to back up and save Diarmuid if it becomes necessary.

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