[Science Experiment] || [Collar Fluid Research Start] || [Open]

[doc_brown]

Characters: Anyone who's willing to work for SCIENCE.
Setting: The Workshop (Floor 15) for the IC questions to the scientists and the mingle thread. Then each group will be positioned on a different floor so as to not alert the administrators with a large group of people gathering at a single place for a long time.
Format: Prose or action, whichever you prefer.

Summary: This log marks the start of the research on the collar fluid! As was mentioned in the sign-ups post, words was passed around about the need of more people to help and study the collar fluid. Characters signing-up have all been divided into seven teams, which can be found here. ICly, Doc Brown made the team based on what he thinks is the most efficient. You can still sign-up here.

There will be a thread in case your character needs to ask a question or anything to the starter scientists (Doc, Waver, Sertoria or Sephiroth) and in parallel a mingle thread for all the characters during the 'recruitment', even if they end up assigned to different teams. And then obviously, there are the individual threads for each teams so the new teammates can get and know each other if they don't already.

For their first day the teams will be on different floors, but following this nothing prevents two teams from working closeby or on different floors. For reference, there are three set of scientific equipment, each containing a microscope, a small centrifuge, beakers, test tubes, many testing apparatuses, etc. They'll be shared between the seven teams depending on what they need for their researches.

Warnings: Nothing! There will be no NPC tags here, researches shouldn't be dangerous and this log is mostly for the characters to get and know each other, so this should be a relatively harmless log. Well, unless you're in the Violet or Orange team of course. In which case, good luck.

General Mingle Pre-Research || IC Questions to the Scientists

Violet Fluid Team (Floor 56 - Hospital)
Indigo Fluid Team (Floor 18 - Study Room)
Blue Fluid Team (Floor 03 - Library)
Green Fluid Team (Floor 15 - Workshop)
Yellow Fluid Team (Floor 19 - Research Library)
Orange Fluid Team (Floor 26 - Morgue)
Clear Fluid Team (Floor 27 - Laboratory)

Comments

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen's eyes narrowed into slits. He glared at Gamzee out of the corner of his eye for a few tense seconds before he turned to face him.

No. No, there had to be some mistake. He was not really going to spend untold amounts of his time with this waste of breath, was he? This was a joke. A huge, awful fucking joke.

He couldn't get angry. He had a room full of people he was trying to make a good first impression on here. How would he ever be able to boss them around properly if they didn't respect him, after all? He didn't want to be the victim of a mutiny. He was not a fan of dramatic irony, after all.

The look on his face could only be described as "slasher smile." His cheeks were split in a wide, automatic grin, his teeth were grinding against each other, and his eyes remained narrow and hateful.

This was gonna be a long few months.]

...I'm sorry?

[hystericull]

That auditory assault to the hear ducts that all just was. You motherfuckin' expelled some wicked righteous snot, did you fucking not?

[His response was nonchalant, and his only expression was a quick smile to note his rhyme. His attentions wandered to the setup of the room, and the other attendees.]

So, much motherfucking blessings on accounts of your shitty health and leaky honk hole.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[The corners of Richtofen's mouth twitched in his attempts to keep himself from scowling. His brow furrowed and he gave Gamzee a confused once-over.]

I did not sneeze, Dumm- [He bit his lip.] I. I am not sure what you're trying to do here.

[That was a loaded sentence. He didn't understand why Gamzee was suddenly trying to bless him for a sneeze he didn't sneeze, of course, but he was also confused as to why this idiot had showed up for a scientific research project. Last he saw Gamzee, he'd been boiling blood away with no rhyme or reason. He never seemed like the type to care much about the type of intensive research they were trying to accomplish.

He swore to god, if he had to try to investigate the collar fluid with that stupid troll breathing down his neck, he wasn't going to last very long before he stabbed someone in the kidney. He desperately clung to the hope that this was all a mistake, and the rest of the real team would toss Gamzee down the staircase before too long.]

[hystericull]

[Sorry, Doc. Survey says there was no mistake, and you are stuck with this babbling pile of mirth and homicide for the rest of the investigation. Watching Richtofen's façade falter with every passing second was hugely entertaining, and while Gamzee didn't quite understand the reasoning behind it, he would be sure to make a mental note to try to break it later.]

A brother's all thinking on how's he's at being trying to motherfucking pay you some cheer, when all it's seeming you ain't too motherfuckin' keen on receiving that shit, yo.

[He rolled his eyes.]

Head honcho all be saying what I'm stuck fuckin' beneath you. For, like, the researchy drippy droppy science thingy.

[Obviously fresh out of patience to give this taxing banter, Gamzee let out a heavy, irritated sigh through his teeth.]

Listen, seeing as how you got the tip-tops in mother fucking IQs all doled out to your bad self by the wickeds up high from all the day you was fucking hatched, a motherfucker be thinking on how it all needs no god damn hashing out on what how what we be motherfuckin' doing here be all sorts of, uh...

[Those knobby grey knuckles waved circles in the air, apparently trying to snatch a phrase out of it to accurately finish his sentence.]

Mutually beneficial.

And pimps in the crib what ain't seeing on that noise can be all considered by myself motherfucking blind as a witch's tits. You be needing fighters, you be needing helpers, and you be motherfucking needed some god damn pulp smashings pushed around. Whether you all fuckin' wanna be placing no trust in these words mine be all your motherfuckin' shindig, but to fondle my own rack, I be good at all of them things.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Oh, god, he was serious. Richtofen could only stare in growing horror as he realized that Gamzee didn't intend to ship himself off to some other team. Those stupid people in charge of this whole operation, he wanted to find them all and strangle them. First Jin, now Gamzee... Had they no sense of how to organize a proper team?

He listened to the rest of Gamzee's dumb speech with an openly sour look on his face. He could try to be polite to the rest of these people, but nobody could offer rewards steep enough to make him act civil toward Gamzee. There was nobody in the Tower he hated more, and with how much he despised Ganondorf, that was saying something.]

...Pardon me while I go puke.

[It was incredible. In one fell swoop, Gamzee had taken his glorious opportunity from him and crushed all his happiness. As a matter of fact, he was so outraged by how angry he was that he began to loop all the way back around to giddy again. A spiteful sort of giddiness, but giddy nonetheless.]

So. You are going to help me? [He chuckled. Putting it that way made it seem a little better.] You are going to help me. Well. [He gave a sickly smirk.] By all means, feel free.