[open] // do what we must because we can

[fionnuisce]

Characters: Waver and open
Setting: Floor 27, cafeteria, dorm floors
Format: Either
Summary: Tea, science, and sleep are Waver's priorities. In that order.
Warnings: None yet.

[floor 27]

[Waver had spent the majority of his time in the laboratory; being the leader of the group researching the clear collar fluid, he might have felt obligated even if it didn't fascinate him. Luckily (for some value of the word), he was a researcher that often became utterly absorbed in his work to the point of forgetting everything else. 'Minor' things like sleeping and eating, for example.]

[Though he hid it the best he could, if the ponytail-wearing magus looked exhausted that was likely no one's imagination. Today he was looking over his own hastily-written notes and narrowing his eyes at the container of fluid itself as though it had perhaps insulted his mother, thin cloud of cigarette smoke hanging in the air in front of him.]

[cafeteria]

[It was a remarkably simple thing, tea. Last time it was available, Waver had taken quite a bit of it to store in his trunk (along with a whole lot of alcohol.)]

[Then, glamour failure. If asked for one petty thing Waver would never forgive the administrators for, he would always answer with that.]

[Needless to say, he'd finally dragged himself away from his work long enough to enjoy the shift in provisions. Today in the cafeteria one could find a magus in a black and green suit sitting by himself, looking over near-incomprehensible notes with a cup of tea in his hand.]

[And if one happens upon him in the evening, it's likely he's minding his own business and leaving with a bottle of wine or two, liquid mercury maid trailing a step behind him.]

[dorm floors]

[Only at some ungodly hour did Waver finally give up for the night and leave the laboratory, Volumen Hydragyrum behind him carrying two bottles of wine. If he was willing to stop at all, it was likely he'd reached his physical limit or damn near to it. Sure enough, it had been several days since he slept a full night--or slept, period. As a result Waver was pale and walking just a little unsteadily, but at least he didn't seem ready to drop dead.]

[Drop into a coma when he got to his room, sure. But not drop dead.]

Comments

[fionnuisce]

[He'd largely ignored Nue for the most part since they began; she seemed troublesome, to put it simply. It was easy enough for him to tell she used some kind of illusion skill, but he hadn't bothered to question it or attempt to undo it. Waver didn't particularly care what Nue could be hiding or what her intentions were, as long as she didn't get in the way.]

[She was likely getting involved for some reason, and with any luck that reason wasn't trouble. Although...the staring was getting on his nerves quite a bit.]

...Is there something I can help you with?

[undefines]

I'm supposed to move things around once you're done, right? So I'm waiting for you to get finished.

[The truth-to-sass ratio of this statement is perhaps somewhat ambiguous.]

[fionnuisce]

I appreciate it, but you don't necessarily need to stare at me.

[do you want sass you can have lots of sass.]

[undefines]

Oh, is there something you would rather I stare at, then?

[...She's just bored, okay. He's taking too long, so she's really bored.]

[fionnuisce]

Something that will lead you away from annoying me would be preferable.

[undefines]

[...snickers]

Maybe if you'd hurry up, I wouldn't have to bother you to keep entertained.

[fionnuisce]

This isn't the sort of thing one simply finishes in an afternoon, you realize.

[undefines]

I've figured as much. [She doesn't know much about science, but that fact is more than apparent by now.] But every extra hour your stay in the evening is an hour I could be out playing, so you have to take responsibility.

[fionnuisce]

If you're so eager to leave, go right ahead. I can get someone else here easily.

[undefines]

Nah. That fluid is mine, you know. You can't use it without my permission.

[Which is as good an explanation for her interest as anyone ever gets.]

[fionnuisce]

...Care to run that one by me again?

[undefines]

I'm the one who stole one of those containers, so it's mine.

[Obviously, Waver.]

[fionnuisce]

I fail to see what benefit there is to laying claim to this.

[undefines]

Maybe there isn't any, but it doesn't change the fact that it belongs to me. So, you can't use it unless I say you can.

[So there!!]