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entrancelogs2015-05-19 12:46 am
lifeskills) wrote in entrancelogs2015-05-19 12:46 am
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it's an obsession, man on a mission
Who: Victor Frankenstein (lifeskills) and Steve Rogers (assembles)
Where: Research facility at the station.
When: Backdated to May 17th.
Rating: PG-13 for brains.
Summary: Science, though. So much science. Captain Killjoy interrupts the science.
The Story:
[Victor's never seen the likes of the research station before, but that just makes it all the more interesting. The message left by people he will never meet (What have we done?) stirs a need to know more about their purpose. What had they done? What had they been researching in this sprawling underground shelter?
Unthinkingly, he finds himself throwing hours a way looking over the scant remains of the station's equipment and specimens, building a picture for himself with what clues he can drum up.
It's something he can do. Forward progress. A necessary diversion. Also, maybe, a little to do with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, a need to understand why this memory exists and what had happened here, to accomplish something before the inevitable happens and the Monster catches up with him. There's no running from what's always with you, the shadow at your side; the Monster will find him eventually. He can feel him near, a pressure, a presence.
The sense of their impending collision drives him to distract his frantic mind. A spur of the moment decision brings the doctor back to the research area. In those jars, preserved brain specimens.
He doesn't have a fully-functioning lab for the job, but if he could just... It's not as though there aren't more samples to spare...
Double-checking the door is shut fast, Victor gives into his temptation, transferring the brain from its fluid prison to a tray with the help of tools he'd scrounged up. He feels more at home like this than he has in three days. If he's going to die, or go hungry, or sleep without a bed, he might as well do something meaningful.]
lifeskills) and Steve Rogers (assembles)Where: Research facility at the station.
When: Backdated to May 17th.
Rating: PG-13 for brains.
Summary: Science, though. So much science. Captain Killjoy interrupts the science.
The Story:
[Victor's never seen the likes of the research station before, but that just makes it all the more interesting. The message left by people he will never meet (What have we done?) stirs a need to know more about their purpose. What had they done? What had they been researching in this sprawling underground shelter?
Unthinkingly, he finds himself throwing hours a way looking over the scant remains of the station's equipment and specimens, building a picture for himself with what clues he can drum up.
It's something he can do. Forward progress. A necessary diversion. Also, maybe, a little to do with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, a need to understand why this memory exists and what had happened here, to accomplish something before the inevitable happens and the Monster catches up with him. There's no running from what's always with you, the shadow at your side; the Monster will find him eventually. He can feel him near, a pressure, a presence.
The sense of their impending collision drives him to distract his frantic mind. A spur of the moment decision brings the doctor back to the research area. In those jars, preserved brain specimens.
He doesn't have a fully-functioning lab for the job, but if he could just... It's not as though there aren't more samples to spare...
Double-checking the door is shut fast, Victor gives into his temptation, transferring the brain from its fluid prison to a tray with the help of tools he'd scrounged up. He feels more at home like this than he has in three days. If he's going to die, or go hungry, or sleep without a bed, he might as well do something meaningful.]
no subject
Which is something that Victor calls him out on, if in the sort of condescending way that gets right under Steve's skin.]
You call this a lab?
[What little equipment is left is rusted over. There's no light source, a fine layer of dust is on just about everything, and if Victor thinks that sitting in the dim light and poking at a brain is in any way normal, then he's in for a surprise.
Without another word, Steve pivots and starts for the door, tray held tight in his hands.]
no subject
[What does the man think he's going to do, walk around in public with an open brain? How does that register as being a remotely good idea over a trained doctor taking precautions within a lab environment?]
You can't!
[Are you even listening to him? There are other brains where that one came from, but the instinct to prevent contamination is bred into his bones by now.]
no subject
So he doesn't stop. Somehow it seems important that he prevents Victor from doing this one thing, even if it means going and tossing the sample into the snow where Victor won't be able to find it.
Despite the protests, Steve steps out of the door and starts down the hall. If Victor wants the brain back, he'll need to come after it.]
no subject
[This can't happen! This man's about to downright steal a human brain if he doesn't come to his senses. Victor asks himself how it'd gotten to this as he scrambles after him, bumping his legs into his seat in his rush.]
St--
[Except Steve's already past the door before he can get the command out.
This has to be a joke. A muscle-head didn't just break into his workspace and make off with the very thing he'd been working on just a moment ago, right? Victor goggles at the audacity of it all, making it to the door just in time to at the door frame, a growl of disbelief and frustration winding its way out of him. Petulance in its purest form.]