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Nicki said "Dip into my Psyche supply and I won't hesitate to remove every single limb from your body whilst using my medical skills to keep you awake whilst I do it. But I...I look forward to being able to learning more about you."


As Nicki walked away, the emphasis on "more" echoed in Scott's head. With his wild imagination he must have pictured at least half a dozen different... less than decent... scenarios in his mind as he raised an eyebrow in interest. Half out loud and half to himself, he said "You could put me to sleep and I'd still see it coming." He smiled at his remark, and then fixed his tie and jacket. Something to take his mind off of what just happened. He raised his voice to address everyone else now, "Alright, did I offend anyone else just now? Because I would very much like not to be killed by anyone with an IQ lower than 200 on this mission."
Stitches said
I can see Scott and Nicki becoming good friends merely because they'll be so in-touch with each other and have a lot of empathy for each other.Scott will have immunity against Nicki's snide remarks and cynicism (along with someone who he can talk to about Psyche addictions and how being too smart isn't always a good thing) whilst Nicki doesn't get any sexist remarks and is treated with a decent amount of respect; it'd be a mutual relationship.Unfortunately, Nicki doesn't see the point in love, so that's a no-go.


Scott's not one for "meaningful" relationships anyway, at most he'd take fwb or one-night stands. He has eyes for everyone, but a heart for only one.
"Yeah, I did. It was only a joke though, just a guess," Scott replied in an attempt to play off what he had just done. "Why, is she a Psyche or something?" He took a quick glance at Nicki, seeing that she didn't look so good compared to everyone else. After a moment the pieces fit together in his overactive brain, his face becoming brighter to match. "Oh, I see. F Sharp..." He continued to speak as he returned to facing Caelum, "The Hulk thing was actually from a really old Earthling movie about this big green guy, he liked to-" By now he realized that she hadn't listened for the answer, trailing off, "...smash things."

At his point he turned around and walked straight toward Nicki, once again taking no consideration for anyone that might be in his way by way of scuffing and weaving past them. Scott nearly knocked Tide's breakfast over as he did this. In the moment before speaking to her he gave her the up-down look, followed by a very soft bob of the head. "F Sharp, right? Sorry about before, I didn't realize that you and I were... the same." Here, though a rare occurrence, Scott was actually speaking genuinely. So many years in that damned facility gave him a deep understanding of just what kind of pain and torture the life of a Psyche was every single day. For once he would have the extended company of someone that he could actually relate to. At any rate, it was always a good idea to stay on good terms with any Psyche if it could be helped.
I'm sorry, In a later (probably the next) post I was going to clarify that the nicknames were not due to his Psyche, but rather lucky guesses. I thought this would add to his characterization of being condescending and the kind of person who likes to piss others off for his own amusement. I can scrap that part though and add the nicknames as he learns more about the characters.
"HEY, HURRY THE FUCK UP! I'M KIND OF RUNNING LATE HERE!"

Scott Riley, his tall and slender physique hunched over in the back of a compact taxi transport, had been yelling like a madman for nearly the whole trip. Today he wore a rather expensive-looking suit complete with tie and leather shoes, the works. Between his awkwardly parted legs (which had no room to stretch at all) was an average-sized briefcase, a sleek black metallic case that made a distinct low thud with each bump and shake of the cab. To add to his frustration the gyrating of the vehicle caused him to bang his head on the roof. Definitely no good for the noggin.

"We're almost there, relax!" the driver shouted back.
"Look, Tony, or whatever your name is, I am heading off to space to go on some crazy mission I know nothing about. SPACE, DIPSHIT! I sure as hell am NOT going to be late for fucking space, got it pal?" Scott leaned over, in between the driver and passenger seat. This particular cab didn't seem to have the protective gate to prevent such behavior.
"Hey, you wanna come up here and drive? 'Cuz I'll come over there and show you how hard it is to drive one of these things!" the driver turned his head to meet Scott's fuming face.
"You know, if I was allowed to fucking drive then maybe I would do it myself. I hired you to get me there pronto, and I don't see pronto right now!"
"I'm over the speed limit by 15 units, you gotta be kidding me! And sit back down, you're distracting me!"

It was at this point that the cab had reached the road to turn on, leading into the forest housing the (in)famous Frontier 60. However, they simply passed it, continuing on the main road. "OH, COME ON! YOU MISSED THE TURN!" Scott yelled as he slapped the dashboard repeatedly, turning his head to look through the rear-view window. The driver promptly slammed on his brakes, jerking Scott forward until they stopped short. Needless to say this caused yet another head injury for Scott. "Gee, I wonder why," the driver remarked sarcastically. "Get out of my cab."

After a pause and a moment of disbelief, Scott angrily stumbled out of the taxi, reaching back to grab his case. It was the only item he brought with him, along with its contents of course. As he passed by the driver window he reached into his pocket and pulled out some coins, mixed with it some scrap paper and lint. In a careless swipe of the hand, Scott flung the contents of his balled up fist at the cab, clearly not intending to aim at the window itself. "Here's your fare, go fuck yourself!" he shouted at the closed window as the cab drove away. A good ten seconds passed by before Scott finally started the arduous trek into the woods. It would be at least a half an hour to walk there, and he didn't have time for that. Realizing this, he reluctantly picked up the pace to a "healthy" jog. Somehow it didn't occur to him that he was still wearing a several hundred point suit as he sloshed through the muddy trail leading to Frontier 60.

Finally arriving at the damned place, his suit now ruined by mud and sweat stains, Scott proceeded through the front door. Wiping the sticky sweat from his forehead using his tie, he made his way toward the receptionist. She glanced at him from where she sat, with a look that clearly read "wait, they're not all here yet?" As she opened her mouth to greet him, Scott loudly initiated conversation instead. "Hey lady, files please, chop-chop." He rested one arm on the desk, and then eyed her up and down before cocking an eyebrow and donning a smirk. "So what's a little thing like you doing in this dump, huh?" Attempting to ignore him, though visibly annoyed regardless, she relinquished the files. "Here you are, Mr. Riley," the receptionist said in as professional a tone of voice as she could manage at this point. She had clearly had enough with today. Gently taking the files between the thumb and index fingers on his free hand (still holding the case in the other), Scott changed the tone on his voice to match hers as if to mock her, "Why thank you, miss. I am ever so grateful to you for providing your humble service." He rubbed his chin and added a question, "By the way, where are the guys n' gals, huh? Please point to the direction they went." Before the receptionist could so much as lift a finger he began again, "Oh, so that's where they went. Thank you for showing me the way. Have a good one, Nancy!"

Leaving the receptionist flabbergasted, Scott began to make a beeline for the Medusa when he spied Thomas still sitting at the cafeteria table. He stopped briefly, pointing to the man and calling out loud, "Jar-head!" before moving on. Upon arriving at the Medusa he continued straight through the small group of people that happened to be his crew-mates. As he passed each one, he called out more names while gesturing to them:

"Psychopath!"
"Pirate!"
"Quiet Quincy!"
"Hulk Smash!"
"Trigger Happy!"
"Klutz!"

Stopping an arm's length away from Caelum and extending his files toward her (practically shoving them at her, actually) he finished his slew of nicknames. "Aaaaaand Take-a-chill-pill. Scott Riley, reporting for duty."
I can't wait either, I'm working on my debut post as we speak. He may think he's a ladies' man, but it would take a very "special" woman to tolerate his antics.

EDIT: First post is up, feel free to start hating Scott from the bottom of your souls lol.
I was accepted! Here's may CS, tell me what you all think!
>Accessing classified files; please input name and password below
>Dr. [NAME REDACTED]
>*************
>Password accepted, please input file number
>[FILE NAME REDACTED]
>Bringing up selected file...
>Done

SUBJECT #SPP034 - GU class ID: Enceladus
BIRTH NAME - Scott Riley



GENDER: Male
AGE: Estimated to be about 22 in Earth years
DATE OF BIRTH: Unknown
BIRTHPLACE: (Specific Birthplace unknown, found in a small settlement near the southern border of the Tharsis region on Mars)

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Subject #SPP034 has noticeably pale skin, as well as short, pure white hair. His eyes are typically a deep blue color, though experimentation has shown that they can become a vibrant purple color under extreme stress. Stands at 6'00'' and weighs 178 lbs. About 17% body fat measured since last therapy session, eyesight 20/20 recorded as well.

PERSONALITY: Subject #SPP034, although secluded from the other test subjects, engages in conversation with staff through the intercom frequently, concluded to be extroverted. Subject is also quite cynical, sarcastic, and tenacious. Several of the female staff have reported feeling uncomfortable testing the subject due to borderline-misogynistic comments made through the intercom during testing, such as "You guys are the ones who enjoy looking at me do weird shit naked... this must really turn you on, right? Come inside, and we can have some fun if you know what I mean!" This has been recorded as an attempt to reason with staff as a means of escape, though several staff are content with simply calling him a pervert. Foul language is used frequently as well as verbal threats, and on several occasions the subject has exhibited violent behavior in the wake of a failed test or reaching a critical stress level due to prolonged focus on a single task. Highly intelligent and cunning, extreme caution is advised when conversing with the subject, and no personnel below [RANK REDACTED] may occupy the same room except for specific testing purposes. Communication should strictly be over intercom or through video.

LIKES: Subject #SPP034 is rather fond of women, coming off as a philanderer. The subject also enjoys hot food of any kind, heavy metal music, puzzles/strategic games such as Chess or Mahjong, and manipulating others by means of interpreting their actions before they have taken them. It seems the subject's goal in these cases is simply to embarrass the other person.
DISLIKES: When asked to multi-task, Subject #SPP034 more often than not refuses or responds poorly to the request. Normally the subject is quite scatterbrained, although the difference between flipping through random thoughts and deliberate focus on more than one task simultaneously is enough to coax this response. The subject has also shared with staff on several occasions that he does not enjoy mathematics, the facility itself, and music by a particular artist from the Earth's 2000's by the name of "Miley Cyrus". Unresponsive when referred to by GU ID.

TALENTS: Subject #SPP034 can utilize long-range weaponry more efficiently than 96% of all test subjects, specifically in the use of high-caliber sniper rifles. Can also take down persons of varying physical and mental constitutions in martial combat, though untrained with any specific weapon or in any particular style of martial arts. Has proven to be incredibly intelligent and clever, solving most advanced puzzle-based tasks faster and in fewer moves than 91% of all test subjects. While menial by comparison, test subject's living quarters are astonishingly well-organized and clean as compared to other test subjects on average.

PSYCHE DESIGNATION: Precognition, GU class. Exceedingly large area of effect, though limited by line-of -sight to target. Cannot use Psyche based solely on sound or through indirect visual contact (such as video or hologram) for the purpose of predicting physical actions, but can however make use of it through reflective surfaces as long as the target itself is physically visible. Subject is adept at predicting and reacting to the movement patterns of a person, and can also predict with surprising accuracy the other person's thoughts through subtle body-language and conversational cues. The subject is still capable of reading thoughts based solely on sound to some degree, though it is speculated that this is merely a latent talent of the subject and is unrelated to his Psyche.

FAMILY: Younger sister by about 3 years named Michelle found with subject upon initial discovery, left behind due to a deemed "lack of potential" from the head operative of the recovery mission named [NAME REDACTED]. It is not known whether she is still alive today.

HISTORY: Attached is a recording of Subject #SPP034's personal account of their past life before being brought to the facility, and their experience regarding the facility until the time of the recording:
>Accessing sound file
>Playback beginning:
"Is it recording? Alright, well, before you fucks came along and stole my life, I lived in Tharsis with my sister, Michelle. Oh, Michelle, how I wish I could see her just once, all grown up now. She had the most beautiful long white hair, and she was so kind... We used to play around in the red dirt, getting all messy and everything. Those were the good ole' days. Then I got a visit from one of your goons, and he took me away. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I just watched as my sister ran after the transport, getting left behind to live by herself. See, we had no parents. They died when we were little, so I had to take care of her. I like to think that she didn't survive, only so that she wouldn't have to suffer through the Martian poverty you 'saved' me from all by herself. Anyway, so I got here and they gave me a dose of that new drug Psyche. I'll never forget the feeling I had that first time, it was like I could see everything everyone was doing, but they hadn't done anything yet. I was so confused, and apparently I almost killed someone with my new power. I can't remember that at all though, must have blocked it from my memory or something. Pretty fucked up, right? A kid half your size almost murdered someone using their mind, and all because you gave him a shot. This whole place is sick, and before long I'll be out of here. Don't believe me? that's fine, since the satisfaction of seeing the looks on your stupid faces as I escape will be more than worth trying."

FILE UPDATE: Subject #SPP034 has since succeeded in his attempt to escape, current whereabouts are unknown. Search party [NAME REDACTED] has been sent to recover the test subject, estimated chance of success is less than 18%. Considered to be a top-priority target of the recovery team.

Director's note: Subject #SPP034 seems to react to this particular song quite well, can perhaps be used as an incentive to cooperate on future tests.
>Accessing sound file
>Playback beginning:
Alright, I sent in my CS, let me know what you think.
Sorry I disappeared guys, I got sick and had to rest for a few days, no electronics. I'm back now and I got caught up on the IC, and since the crew hasn't left yet perhaps it would still be alright to submit a character? If so I'll edit this post with the CS if it is accepted.
Hey guys, is it too late to join? I have an idea in mind for a psyche character if a spot is still open for them. If there's no psyche spot open now but my character can become one later that is also fine.
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