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Dark Angel said
@spiderlegs: Don't worry, Marie will make sure you don't drown too many people.


Oh, good--he really does have trouble with that, and people do get so upset when they find out the lifeguard goes about drowning folks.
Sure, why not?

I'm quiet in large groups and people often mistake me for being timid/boring and are shocked when I contradict them, crack a joke (my humor is a bit black) or swear (I swear like a sailor). I can actually be quite intense when I get into a subject, and, to be honest, I enjoy having an audience (someone once told me I speak like a preacher--but in a good way). I'm not afraid to make light of myself, but I also poke fun at others--my dad's fond of saying that I've got a "stiletto tongue"--though I'm careful to tread lightly with people I don't know as well. I only lead things if no-one else is willing/capable, which means I usually end up in charge sooner or later. I enjoy thinking theoretically at length--I often invent entire worlds for my amusement, and I'm the kind of person who thinks way too hard about minor background details in my favorite books/movies/series. I'm fairly oblivious to other people, and while they often rely on me to get shit done, they don't often turn to me for comfort.

So. Any guesses?
Leviathan said
Spi, I will finish my post later tonight. ^^Mattis is such a gentleman. XD


He does his best, when he's not creeping on people or drowning folks. ;)
Dragonydas said
And my post is done. I hope you all get a kick out of it just as I did while writing it.


*groans* . . . very punny. A stand-up job, really.
A splash instantly drew Mattis's attention and he turned to find his docile pool disturbed. At its bottom swirled a cloud of white hair and colorfully-dyed cloth. Muscle overriding mind, he dove, long body arching over the pavement before slipping smoothly beneath the water. Chill calm flooded his thoughts, and he felt momentarily content to sink until his fingers brushed the smooth tiled floor. A few yards further, he recognized Miss Akari with a start. She sat perfectly still and seemingly unperturbed except for the slight reddening of her cheeks. Meeting her red eyes with his black ones, he blinked for a moment, trying to register that familiar, almost pleasurable sensation of drowning. Nothing, not yet. Shaking off his inaction, he lunged forward to scoop her into his arms. Though he couldn't be certain, he'd learned by trial and error (mostly error) that people didn't generally go for a swim fully clothed. From this he reasoned that Miss Akari's swim was accidental. So he would remedy it.

The pair broke the surface in moments as Mattis dragged them both skyward by way of the ladder, Miss Akari clutched against his shoulder. Water pouring off them both, he was suddenly aware of the weight of a sodden kimono. For a brief, perilous second he glanced back at the inviting depths and reconsidered his rescue. Imagined the last air forced from her lungs, the flavor of panic and cool silence of death. He shuddered and closed his eyes. No. Stop it.

"Are you okay, Miss Akari?"

Laying Miss Akari gently on the ground, noticing her breathing. If he remembered correctly, this was a Good Sign. Wiping water from his face, he hauled the long train of the kimono out of his pool and gently raised her head to rest in the crook of his arm. She felt so tiny resting there! He bit his lip briefly.

"Are you at all injured?" he asked in lilting Norwegian tones as he peered anxiously into her pale face. "I do hope not. If you are, I have good knowledge of First Aid!"
Hmm, I wasn't quite sure what to do about the NPC-experiment (666). Are the extra subjects supposed to fail? Or do we keep them around?
"It is just Dr Note, and I would not proceed unless everything was ready and in order, Dr Watson," De Note snapped, turning his steely gaze on her. She held it just long enough and calmly enough to preserve her pride before glancing aside, assuaging his. "I advise you focus on yourself, Dr Watson. The board does not take kindly to any mistakes made, often they terminate them."

The threat hung on the air, and Iesha met it with silence, the muscle in her face tensing as her sole reply. She would make no mistakes. De Note shrugged off their coworker with similar irritability before striding off, presumably to see to his ward. For a moment, she watched him go, weighing his response. They'd had some scant interaction in the previous months, from which she'd come away generally unimpressed. Her opinion had not improved.

"Do you know what happened to him?"

"Hmm." She tapped her fingers down the length of her clipboard, staring at nothing as she came to some decision about De Note. A small man, but not a useless one. Peering sideways, she took a few seconds to observe Schwartzlicht as well. She tried on a smile, but it didn't quite fit. "You heard the man," she replied, nodding in De Note's direction. "We've work to do. Doctor Schwartlicht," she nodded, preparing to take her leave as she noticed the intern had joined them. "Doctor Winters."

The latter seemed distracted, Iesha decided. Or perhaps simply focused on the task at hand, she amended, wincing a little. After all, the blowhard had a point: they had their duties to attend to. Squaring her shoulders, she waved slightly at the camera before producing her ID and keying in the code, long since memorized. The first set of doors opened almost reluctantly.

Entering the hallway beyond, she paused as her migraine pulsed threateningly at the reek of disinfectant. She forced the corner of her clipboard into her side until she no longer felt queasy, and began making her way towards her charges. Here--#666. It took a moment to get the door open, and another for her to register the scene. As she watched, #666 spasmed, back arching. Gritting her teeth, Iesha hurried to her side and quickly assessed the situation: grand mal seizure. Lips pressed thin, she signaled to the technical team--hopefully they had already begun to time the event. Moving the IV closer to the shuddering subject, she checked to make sure the thin tube was still securely inserted and stood ready to catch her should she seem in danger of rolling off the cot. Padded bars, she thought distantly, to make sure their precious experiments didn't spill themselves across the floor. That would be a good investment, surely.

In less than forty seconds--Iesha counted--the jerking movements had subsided to perfect unconsciousness again. Placing two fingers against #666's neck, she easily located a fast, but steady, pulse. A quick examination showed that nothing was broken, though perhaps there would be some bruising. Pursed lips loosened, the doctor proceeded to turn the subject on her side. Jotting her observations of the incident, she sighed inwardly. Seizure--not a great sign. The subject stirred, coughing wetly. A closer look revealed nothing more serious than a bit of spittle. She breathed normally. Satisfied, Iesha wrote this down as well.

//Edited//
Dark Angel said
Finally posted! And Gin, stop watching people, that's creepy.


Lol, she and Mattis have that much in common. Creepy watchers for the win!
ThePaintBlob said

Hey there--welcome aboard! Looks like now Iesha has someone to share the department with. :)
Mattis lounged. So far, nobody had had any interest in using his pool today, despite the glorious weather. He'd checked the pH and the salinity, skimmed the pool twice and dislodged a stray Frisbee from the filter. Now, he was bored: the major drawback to his job. Staring up at the blue sky through four or five feet of water, he released the lungful of air he'd been keeping and watched the sigh bubble up to the surface. What time was it anyway? Lunch time, perhaps? Wading over to the side, he grabbed hold of the bottom rung of the ladder and heaved himself up.

Thirty minutes. Darn. He considered skimming the pool one more time, but the surface gleamed as cleanly and clearly as the sky it mirrored. Kicking one of the lounge chairs aside, Mattis slouched over the fence surrounding the rooftop and gazed out onto the town below. More people should swim, he decided, frown settling heavily over his eyes. Why don't more people swim? Maybe they don't like me. Maybe they're afraid of me. Biting his lip, he reflected on this for a moment.

Is that Miss Hoshi? He stood up a little straighter, squinting down at the black-haired girl. She seemed hesitant and--oh, it was Campana! A short-lived smile lit his face for a second, quickly replaced by a frustrated huff. What was going on? He slouched over again, watching intently for lack of anything else to distract him from his darkening mood.

"Why not come swimming?" he muttered, wishing the distant figures would hear his suggestion. "The water's lovely and the lifeguard's bored!"
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