Chemistry jokes aren't funny.

This is a really cool blog founded in the name of science or something by an impeccably awesome dude. Not that I'm boasting or anything. I'm Newt, and I can't believe I resorted to a redux edit.

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Slow Life by Daniel Stoupin

"Slow" marine animals show their secret life under high magnification. Corals and sponges are very mobile creatures, but their motion is only detectable at different time scales compared to ours and requires time lapses to be seen. These animals build coral reefs and play crucial roles in the biosphere, yet we know almost nothing about their daily lives.

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Should I welcome the new followers?? Is that still proper protocol???

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Update regarding the study-date-without-emphasis-on-date: There might actually be at least a little emphasis on the date part. We're gonna go egg the physics building.

[bioforms]

Don't you hate it when the hottest person in your class jumps at the chance to be your partner because of your scholarly reputation? Yeah. That's the worst.

[doctorhgottlieb-blog]

Hermann laughed. “You bar tend long enough, you get a good feeling for who will want another. Body language often speaks louder than words. Also, you seem like you wanna forget for a bit.” The bartender wasn’t judging, just stating an observation.

"So, what are you going to have?"

[bioforms]

☢ - { This comment earns a flash of a grin and chuckle from the shorter brunette, who then nods and shrugs as if he can't decide if he is in agreement with that observation or not. Shit, that bad? Pathetic isn't the goal. Not that he's been attempting especially hard to appear bright and cheerful, but even so... He supposes that's the unfortunate price that comes with naturally wearing your heart on your sleeve. Figuratively, of course.

"Hah. Yeah. Forgetting. I guess that's one way or phrasing it, but how would you know? I could just be some connoisseur, or even, like, a critic coming to check out your bar. Maybe I've already had a lot to drink and this is my last stop of the day before I call it quits."

So as to avoid any panic that this comment regarding critics may bring about, he hastily continues that thought, smiling genuinely this time.

"I'm not one, by the way--well, not an official critic, at least. I don't get paid for getting plastered. Which sucks... Anyway, uh, just surprise me or something. You're clearly a guy that knows your stuff. Placing my fate in your hands now, dude. Better not let me down."

The reply comes as more of a jittery ramble than anything, to his own surprise. He hasn't felt this talkative in weeks, especially due to the fact that there isn't really anyone to talk with, other than the occasional clerk, one of his many employers, or tattoo artists that contribute to the ever-growing mural (though those instances are growing fewer and farther between.) Every now and then, he receives a call from one of his few friends back at the PPDC (usually Tendo, who makes a point to check up on him, but then again, Tendo makes a point to check up on nearly everyone.) There's something about this individual's demeanour that sparks to urge to just... talk--about something, anything--to get a rise. Newton does his best not to blame it on the memories his face brings to attention. }

[joycemanor]

you’re either obsessed with coffee or you can’t stand it there is no in between

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See, it's funny, because I know they're saying "thesis paper due tomorrow", but all I'm hearing is "cool documentaries about deep-sea-inhabiting marine life."

[anyone-canfall-blog]

+1

I am genuinely shocked this site is still up.

I shouldn’t be shocked you’re on here, though. Hi, Doctor Geiszler.

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Still up... Huh. I guess I dunno how long it's been around for. Only just heard about it recently. I'd make a joke about kids and their snazzy technology, but it doesn't really apply in these circumstances.

Yeah, of course not! Cool guys like me need a way to reach out to the plethora of adoring fans, you know. Being a genius is supposedly "in" lately.  Anyway, yeah, hey to you as well.

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[[ ahh normally i hate doing this but i'm at a loss here haha. please reblog/like if you're a pacific rim rp blog! i need more people to follow on here. ]]

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[doctorhgottlieb-blog]

"How’s the tonic?" asked Hermann as he approached the man that brought bad memories to the forefront of his mind.

It’s not like this man could possibly be Ne—his old friend. Impossible really. They looked rather alike, but this man seemed haunted by something or someone. Besides, it’s not as though he could have survived. It was a thought that kept Hermann up late at night when he finally managed to get into bed.Because of the incident, Hermann had left the PPDC on rather shaky terms, leaning almost into the very bad column. It wasn’t so much a leave as it was a heavy push out the front door.

He had no where to go. Hong Kong wasn’t a very nice city to be alone and with out a friend. Chau had saved him and now he owed her his life. She seemed content to let him run his bar, so long as he offered her clientele a place to conduct business away from prying eyes.

Shaking his head out of the small reverie, Hermann looked at the glass before looking at the man. “Another? Something a little stronger?”

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☢ - { Newton can't help but keep his eyes fixed to the back of the man's head as he wanders off to tend to the bodies loitering by the bar. Idly, he wonders just how long it's been. Thankfully not long enough that the biologist has forgotten his face, though it does appear to be the other way around... However, it could very well be a mere look-alike. Hermann wasn't---isn't. Isn't, present tense. He's still out there, if not here, before his eyes---the type to forget names or faces. He should hope not, after everything they've been through. 

He quickly averts his gaze, pretending to be distracted as the bartender addresses him. 

"Good... Yeah. Good," he replies, voice uncomfortably scratchy. He downs the last mouthful to clear his throat, and rotates the mug in his hands, staring down into the bottom of it (so as to avoid staring at this devastatingly familiar stranger.) A few more of these are definitely in order. He can't even sense the beginnings of a good buzz, which is precisely what he's in need of. 

Conveniently enough, the other senses his thirst. To the request, the scientist nods, and then chuckles, trying to make light of the moody aura he's undoubtedly exuding presently. What a bummer. Not at all rock star-ish.

"Yeah, man. Took the words right out of my mouth, like you've got some kind of 'unfortunately sober' radar. Probably a good skill to have, in your business." }

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[praywarden-blog]

What do you call a mathematician's bird that won't eat...? A poly "no meal."

Oh, my dear friend. I fear not only for my own sanity reading these but the few remaining braincells stowed away in the control room of your meat suit. How lonely it must be, googling "math-related humour for my unsmiling comrade".

Though in retrospect I do appreciate the vast effort you've seemingly gone through to entertain. It's been a laborious twenty-four hours or so.

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For someone who isn't a "words person", so to speak, you sure do seem to enjoy getting creative with your insults. "Meat suit." I like that one!

It was lonely, I'll have you know. Not everyone is willing to put themselves through that for the sake of their local, probably hostile mathematician. I've heard they bite, and every now and then I begin to suspect that it might be a reasonable observation! Your insult was pretty nippy. Or maybe scratchy, depending on what animal one can even compare you to. (No offence!)

Yeah yeah. You're welcome. Usually entertaining isn't something I have to put "vast effort" into, but this time around was hard. Math jokes really are the rock-bottom of humor. Hopefully it put an end to your bad day, though.

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No matter how similar, any illusion Hermann was under shattered like one of his glasses at the drink request. There was no way in hell that rockstar would order something as banal as gin and tonic. The bartender nodded and began the drink.

It wasn’t a complicated drink, so it didn’t take Hermann long to hand it off to the man. However, he paused a moment to really look at this newcomer. Hermann wondered, after that second look, how he had ever confused the two. This man looked to be a shell of someone great—lost in a sea of…something unpleasant.

"Name’s Hermann, call if you need another drink or an ear," he said with a small smile before  wandering down to another customer.

[bioforms]

☢ - { His moping isn't prolonged. Sooner than he expects, the drink is in front of him, drawing his attention from the wall (window, floor, anything to avoid excessive interaction with other human beings, for fear of being recognized, or simply for the sake of isolating himself.) It's offered in a manner other than the usual indifferent sliding of glass along counter top. The little bit of extra hospitality is mostly lost on him, but Newton figures he should probably at least make eye contact, in return. Better  to be polite than to be one of the drunken slobs that stagger into bars, accept their purchase without a word, and communicate only in grunting noises. He's well on his way, but that point has not yet been reached (thankfully.) 

What he finds startles him. A sudden influx of memories replay in the brief seconds it takes him to blink, narrow his eyes, and tilt his head slightly with the finesse of someone who's just seen a dog grow a second head (or, the reaction of the average person, anyway. Someone without an interest in those sorts of things.) Could it...? Nah. No way. Then he introduces himself, and though the smile the man offers is a little more friendly than his memory suggests, he's certain that yes, this is he, in the flesh.

"Holy shit!" he wants to exclaim.

Alternatively "Christ, what are you doing here, in a place like this? Shouldn't you be doing something else with that insane brain of yours? Something more productive?"

Maybe "Wow, didn't realize you dropped off the map because you were too busy getting crunk. Props, man. Thought you'd never lighten up."

Or, "What the shit, dude?! Where the fuck have you been!? A guy can only send so many e-mails until he loses his enthusiasm, you know? Do you know how long it's been? Years. Not one, but multiple consecutive years. Breaking off all communication isn't generally something that people who've been science bros--sorry, colleagues--for so long generally do. What's up? What've you been doing? Not lame math stuff, apparently. Or maybe you have. Have you? How's your leg? Is it better? Where did you go? Etc., etc., etc."

On second thought, no. Scratch that last one. Far too desperate. Instead, Newton opens and closes his mouth a few times, furrows his brow, nods in response and muffles the words on the tip of his tongue with a good, long swig of his drink. Hermann seems preoccupied anyway. Even if he did have the time to talk, the bartender clearly didn't recognize him. }

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