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Post by joefoxx on Sept 30, 2010 0:22:31 GMT -5
Ivan’s boots clicked as he came to a halt before the laboratory door. This was the first place he came after boarding this ship. Social protocol generally demanded that he greet the captain and other officers at the bridge; but he was the liaison for CERN’s Dimensional Research Division to the Venia’s research crew and he was going to meet them first, social protocols be damned. He ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair, let loose a preparatory sigh, then grinned and attempted to step through the sliding doors.
Ivan’s feet caught one against the other and he spiraled through the entrance, smashing headfirst into the floor. The briefcase he had been carrying soared across the room smashing against the opposite wall and loosed a myriad of documents scribbled with notes, several pens, and a single black cat doll across the laboratory floor. He lay for a moment in a heap, then slowly pushed himself to sitting position and wiped a trickle of blood from his nose. Squinting his watery eyes from the pain, he shifted on the floor to address the room, “Good morning, my name is Dr. Ivan. It will be a pleasure working with you all.”
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Post by somerandomhippie on Oct 3, 2010 21:52:54 GMT -5
Katy had been hanging out in the lab for a little while now, simply playing with all the cool little gadgets hanging around. Everyone else seemed to be out doing something, so that gave her a little free rein around the ship. With a grin, she finally placed the last two cards on her tower, and sat back. Finally.
Just then, someone stumbled through the door, slamming into the floor and sending her card tower flying. She sighed. "I suppose that was bound to happen," she muttered. The man sat up, wiping up his bleeding face and introducing himself. "Nice to meet you, Doctor," she chuckled. "And if by all, you mean me, then I'm honored. I'm Katy Tyler, by the way." Shuffling up his papers, she sat down cross-legged and handed them back. "I think these are yours," she chirped. "Ooh, and your kitty." She placed the kitty next to him, patting it's head non-commentally. "You're new here, I assume?"
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Post by joefoxx on Oct 7, 2010 2:20:26 GMT -5
Ivan wiped away the tears of pain from his eyes, shook his head, and let his eyes focus. His thoughts seemed sluggish as he took in the laboratory, the papers in his hand, and the woman sitting before him. Subconsciously, his right hand stretched out, a band of golden skin glinting from around his ring finger, and slowly closed around the black cat from the floor beside him and plopped it in his lab. Ivan’s thoughts clicked and he cracked a smile. “Hi, yes, new,” he said in a rush while stroking the green eyed doll as if it were alive. “Katie was it?” he asked. Without waiting for a reply he continued on “Yes I am new. Triply so. New to this laboratory, new to this ship, and new to space. I’m a physicist here to work closely with you and the rest of the research crew to…” His words cut off as he noticed he was gesturing with a extraordinary diagram of strange symbols and mechanisms labeled: The Twelfth Gate of Yggdrasil, and, frowning slightly, began shuffling his notes into order. Ivan’s hands worked with a practiced rhythm and he barely glanced at the pages as they flashed in and out of the stack. He smiled at Katie, “So, what is it you do again? I don’t think I caught that.”
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Post by somerandomhippie on Oct 7, 2010 8:34:20 GMT -5
"It is," Katy popped with a grin. Poor guy, he must have taken a hit. Luckily, he wasn't on the floor screaming or anything, and he snapped back to focus. "Glad to have you here. Not too often the neighbours pop by for a cup of tea in space, so it's nice to meet new people." He trailed off in the middle of his sentence, shuffling his papers expertly. That was some fast paper-moving. "Sorry, say that again?" she asked, leaning forward a little to be polite. "I got kind of distracted by the pretty colors." She motioned to the paper.
She shrugged, shuffling a little on the floor. "Well, I'm not actually technically part of the crew," she admitted. "I work for UGAP down on Delta Prime-- I run a Black Ops squad. They wanted someone to stay here to beat up the bad guys, so they got me. Problem is, there's no bad guys to beat up, so I'm kind of the Odd Job Squad. Or the Boredom Squad. Depends on the day." She stretched, and hopped up on her feet. "Hand up?" she asked, sticking an arm down to his level.
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Post by joefoxx on Oct 11, 2010 1:06:06 GMT -5
Still sitting Ivan narrowed his eyes, looking first at the proffered hand and then studied the woman standing over him as if weighing her character. Suddenly grinned and let out a barking laugh. “You are very funny aren’t you. To openly admit black operations, whose sole purpose is to be deniable, seems a little oxymoronic, don't you agree? Like all the secret service men wearing shirts that say ‘SECURITY’ on them. You will be an interesting I can tell.” He accepted the hand and leapt up. “Yes, I can see your problem. Work is a bit tight for hit squads in the depths of the void. Boredom. The silent poison of rage spread thin across our minds, driving us to madness,” he said in commiseration. Ivan stepped forward gazing around at the equipment, taking a mental inventory of the instruments available, giving slight tisks at pieces he thought outdated and brightening at those he thought exceptional, the rest received slight nods. “I’ve always said that the best cure for boredom, is curiosity. And you are in a perfect place to exercise that,” he said with jovial energy, gesturing at the myriad of dials, knobs, and clicking things. Ivan’s face darkened for a moment, as if storm clouds had swept across the sun in his mind, and he studied the golden circlet of skin on his right ring finger with glazed eyes. “Unfortunately there is no cure for curiousity, is there Julius?” he mused quietly to the stuffed cat. For a minute he stood there, entranced, then spun around smiling to Katie, as if nothing had happened. “I have several book recommendations also. A good book is a great friend.” He cast about on the ground “Now where the hell did my briefcase get to? Im tired of holding these.”
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Post by somerandomhippie on Oct 11, 2010 13:23:18 GMT -5
Katie grinned as the man laughed suddenly. Well, he seemed to be doing OK. "Well, it's not like we're entirely secret," she admitted. "We have an office number and everything. Still, we're not 'official', which means we don't actually exist." She played with finger quotes, and rolled her eyes. "I haven't had to file taxes in years." With a slightly sneaky grin, she nodded. "That's one way to put it," she chuckled.
With a nod, she sighed. "It's not just that. The not tackling people every few minutes, I can deal with. It's the fact that everyone else was put on the ship with something to do on the ship. I was put on the ship to help them when they were off the ship." She grinned as poetic words flowed from him as he scrutinized the room. " 'I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain...' " she murmured, huffing at her cards. They scattered across the table. Shuffling them together, she smiled. "Books are always good," she agreed. "Quiet, friendly, understanding... Still, nothing's a substitute for a real, live chat." She shuffled the cards, but stopped to pick up Ivan's briefcase. "Right here," she told him, tossing it in his direction. "Now, since there's not exactly anything to do, would you like a game of cards? Or is there somewhere you have to be?" She gave the deck a final tap.
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Post by joefoxx on Oct 22, 2010 3:03:54 GMT -5
Stuffing the papers back in the briefcase, Ivan sighed. He chewed on his cheek in thought as he glanced from Katherine to the instrumentation panels. He really should start working, actually he should immediately report to the bridge to go through formalities and other such rigid things which he avoided since setting foot on the Venia. He chuckled and clicked the briefcase shut, “Well, since the crew I'm to work with is not here yet, I suppose solving the mysteries of the universe can wait on a game of cards.” He smirked and cracked his knuckles as he abled to the table, “I should warn you though, the Lady Luck is my companion and together we’re not easily beaten, whether in games of quick fingers, strategy, or luck. So what will it be, Miss Not so Secret?”
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Post by somerandomhippie on Oct 22, 2010 19:01:55 GMT -5
Katy waited for him to consider, leaning back in her chair. Yes, she knew she was quite obviously slacking, but there really wasn't much that she could do officially. Not without bad things happening. It was probably a good thing she was as bored as she was. Finally, he chuckled, closed his briefcase, and made his way over to the table. She grinned. "Sometimes it's best to leave the mysteries unsolved," she commented amiably, sitting up. "Gives you something to speculate about late at night and such." She considered for a moment, then grinned and popped up, hopping over to a wheely chair on which she could stand to access the top cupboards. "Ooh, Luck be your lady tonight?" she sang, snatching something off the top shelf. She checked it over, making sure it wouldn't explode- you never knew with these scientists- and found it satisfactory. "Still, nothing beats a good set of skill. I'll see how I can deal with the two of you, Lady Luck and Mister Cryptic." She sat back down, setting a crib board in front of them. "I assume you know how to play crib?" she asked, shuffling the deck with the ease of practice.
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