⎆\\ At the same time as the other, a blond male rose, mumbling something about reprogramming the alarm back a half hour as a white lab jacket was donned over a blue shirt and black tie - usual attire for the genius scientist in question. Finally after his outfit had been fully prepared for the new day, some louder words were spoken, almost like orders for the computer that was buzzing around.
“I thought I told you to calibrate the anti-debris turrets to ensure that nothing could get that close to this station without being fired upon, Alvis. Do I have to do all the work myself?” To think that this stupid program couldn’t even get something as simple as properly scoping out a comparably small area around the station. After all, if a comet did happen to strike the station, they could easily take enough damage that the entire program would be rendered useless. All these months, years of hard work, gone with a simple smack of a space rock to the hull of the craft. That was something Klaus did not want to deal with.
He decided not to dwell on Alvis’ incompetence for all that long, however. There were more important things to be done today. They were getting so close to achieving the project goal - it had to be done within the next couple weeks, he could practically taste it. The blond male started walking down the hall at a casual pace, eyes flitting over to a female clad in white and red who was pacing along in front of him. The only hint he gave to his presence was a tired sigh, almost too loud, but he never actually addressed the silver haired woman. He wasn’t really up for conversation at this moment - at least not until he had a cup of coffee to properly wake him up.
The sounds of their voices in greeting – or annoyance – were all he needed to be ensured they were up and ready for another day. Of course he could see them as well, however auditory responses were more familiar to him. Perhaps comforting, in his own sense of the word. As they gathered themselves and left their rooms, Alvis gave his own replies, his voice split to two different locations.
To Sophia, one could almost hear a small smile in his tone – if he could smile, that is.
To Klaus, his simpering inflection is similar, though it carried more cheeky weight.
“That is unnecessary. All protection from
such a catastrophe is calibrated to your
standards, as you checked many times
over. If a comet was on a course with the
facility, its approximated speed would have
destroyed everything three hours, twelve
minutes, and thirty-eight seconds earlier.”
Chattering continues out into the hall over any and all electronic devices the man is carrying on him at that moment, should they have a speaker. It died out as the blond approached his fellow physicist —- but not for long as he prompted them both, as they were near each other anyway. Out of convenience.
“The ice that encased the comet was falling
off in chunks and smaller debris. It reminded
me of snow on Earth.”
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