Let me see what makes you tick

/LOGGING INTO. . . W E Y L A N D C O R P. DATABASE. ACQUIRING INFORMATION ON DR. BARNABAS KELLY. . . ERROR. . .ERROR. . .ERROR. . . PASSWORD REQUIRED. PASSWORD ACCEPTED. accessing database files. . . Synthetics Specialist, Planet LV-346. HERON'S HOPE CIVILIAN: Dr. Barnabas Kelly, thirty-five years of age, Italian. Assistant to Dr. Sydney Howard. Here you will find all information on the civilian & Synthetics Specialist, Barnabas (Barney) Kelly, and his experiences within LV-346 & Heron's Hope.

[doctor-barney]

Suspicious Activity || OPEN

[joannabeech]

[Dr. Kelly’s back was tense and Joanna wondered what had him so seemingly tightly wound. She didn’t know the doctor well but there were still times that being in his presence made her feel like she needed to be on guard. Something about his demeanor was off.]

Couldn’t sleep. Actually, I haven’t been able to sleep easily for a few weeks now. [She paused trying to decipher his current state. He was acting odd.]

How about you? Just working late or sleepless nights?[She doubted the latter, he was still in his day clothes and had a box  under his arm.]

[doctor-barney]

          [Barnabas nodded at the female's response. He was quiet for a second, but immediately picked up on how potentially suspicious the situation and his current body language was. This young woman may have been just the co-pilot, but she was still part of the security team. Taking the fact lightly that she'd seen him out and about this late at night, carrying an unknown object, could potentially be a grave mistake on Barnabas's part. Especially if the copies of those files ever came to the light            Attempting to loosen up both his facial expression and his tense body, he flashed a warm smile at the female and nodded again at her question. It must have been quite obvious that he hadn't been in bed before their little encounter just now, but Barnabas proceeded to make things clearer. Lips curling up into the warmest, most real smile he could possibly create at that moment, he chuckled softly.]

          Unfortunately I've been working late a lot lately. Gotta stay on top of things, or small problems could turn into big issues eventually, you know? [He faked another laugh. Barnabas was still tense, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach the longer he remained in Joanna's presence. Like she could potentially ask the right kind of questions and find out what Barnabas was up to. It was unlikely, but he wasn't fully aware of how smart Joanna could be.]           After the past couple of days, there's nothing I want more than to sleep through the next week or so. [He chuckled. Another fake laugh. He was getting good at faking his laughter.] Not many people can do my job, though, so gotta stay awake and ready to assist Dr. Howard.           You should know how that feels, don't you? Being one of the few who are capable of doing your job. Your job is also quite important, so I can understand why you can't sleep. A lot of pressure, isn't there? [Barnabas attempted to turn it around onto the young female. He didn't want to remain the main subject of their little conversation. Maybe his experience in the psychiatric field could get him out of this unscathed, and potentially help the young female sleep better as well.]

[doctor-barney]

Suspicious Activity || OPEN

[davis-benson-blog]

Sam didn’t miss the tension in Barney’s overly cheerful tone. He may not have been the top of his graduating class, but Sam knew a cover up when he saw it. Still, it was easier to play dumb. Sam flashed him a smile and nodded, going along with the false mood. 

"Believe me, I know. You’re not the only person working late to get through their paperwork. I assume you’re making good progress on that four breasted synthetic I ordered?"

[doctor-barney]

          Barnabas faked a laugh at the young security man's words about a four-breasted synthetics. As far as Barnabas knew, that was all Sam was actually good for. Making jokes. For the sake of getting to his room without having to confront pr solve any real issues with this man, however, he played along and laughed. It was almost painful to laugh at his joke. Maybe if they had been in a different situation and Barnabas wasn't tense and anxious about getting those files to his room, it might have been slightly easier to laugh and be social with the younger man.            "Aren't you too young to be thinking about stuff like that, Sam?" Barnabas laughed as he teased him. His expression and body language softened, becoming more comfortable before the security guard—but like before, it was all really just an act. "You probably wouldn't even know what to do with four breasts. Maybe we should start you off with a training synthetic, maybe with just one small breast, and you can work your way up?"           Barnabas's eyebrow arched as a slightly cocky smirk spread across his lips, and  he laughed again. He couldn't really talk, after all he was completely inexperienced and slightly inept when it came to anything sexual—and not to mention women weren't exactly attractive to him in that way at all. So if anyone wouldn't know what to do with four breasts, it would be Barnabas. He wasn't about to let Sam know that. though, and he continued to tease the young man. 

[doctor-barney]

Suspicious Activity || OPEN

[davis-benson-blog]

"Evening Sir," Sam called, grinning as he turned the corner and caught sight of the scientist he’d nicknamed the Borg-man. After a curt nod, Sam almost turned to leave, but something made his instincts tingle. On the pretense of making friendly conversation, he turned back again, and flashed Barney a friendly smile as he sauntered closer. There was a unnatural tension to Barney’s shoulders, a gleam of perspiration where none should be on a cold night, and Sam recognized the look of someone who was doing their best to sneak around unnoticed. He’d certainly done it himself plenty of times. 

"Late night at the lab?"

[doctor-barney]

          "Evening sir," God damn it, was it really so hard to walk from point A to point B unnoticed in this place? Barnabas had caught a small glimpse at the young security guard from the corner of his eye, but he had chosen to ignore him and continue his midnight stroll toward the residential area. Dear Mr. Wannabe-Cop Sam, however, refused to just look the other way and attempted to engage in conversation. Sam was one of the security guards Barnabas respected the least. Yes, he did his job, but he was no Skylar. The man didn't exactly feel "safe" knowing a guy like Sam was the person keeping watch of the colony.            Barnabas was tense already, and being seen by one of the security personnel wasn't making it any better. That was precisely the situation he was most afraid of when he decided to 'smuggle' copies of top secret files from the labs, to his room. He was aware the security team worked all night, but really, did Sam really have to be in the same place, at the same time as Barnabas? The synthetic specialist, however, did his best to regain his composure and flashed a warm smile back at the younger man.            "Late night at the lab?" the other man asked, and Barnabas nodded. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. The chuckle was a mixture of nerves and annoyance, he attempted not to let Sam pick up on that, though, and he continued to smile.            "You know it," Barnabas began, attempting to loosen up his body language and look as comfortable as he could before the security guard. Barnabas was a psychiatrist, for God's sake, if anyone should be able to handle his emotions and nerves entirely, it should be him.            "The more we stay in this place, the more issues start popping up everywhere." He laughed again. "But you know all about working late nights, am I right? See any potential threats out there tonight?" He teased. At times there seemed to be no real need for the guards in Heron's Hope. After the first few weeks it just seemed like all they did was stand around, since there didn't appear to be any potential threats out there.            All Barnabas wanted to do was just walk ahead and continued heading toward his room, but if he didn't want to look any more suspicious he had to at least chat with the guy before walking away. It was unfortunate, but had to be done.

[doctor-barney]

Suspicious Activity || OPEN

[joannabeech]

[Joanna did not sleep well at night. Ever since they arrived at LV-346 her sleeping habits changed drastically and she was left starting at the ceiling most of the night. Instead of waiting until the ceiling started making faces at her she decided it was best just get up and walk around.  She did not expect to find someone else wandering around.]

Dr. Kelly, is that you?

[doctor-barney]

          [Finally reaching the residential building, Barnabas made his way inside as quietly as he possibly could. He felt a bit safer now that he was inside the building. The people who were currently in the building had to be asleep by now, while outside there had to be people keeping guard. The chances of running into someone between the front door of the building and his room were very slim.            But of course, he was wrong.           Barnabas did his best to make his way up to his floor as quickly and quietly as he could, but a female's voice behind him made his footsteps halt immediately. His head dropped, and a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He didn't recognize the voice, so at least it was Dr. Howard.]

          [Turning around to see who had managed to catch him, he realized it had been the young co-pilot. Miss Joanna Beech, Barnabas was thankful it wasn't someone he actually disliked. Joanna was alright in his book. As a pilot, she was incredibly valuable to the colony, and she had made it easy for him to transport several synthetic machinery from one side of the colony to the other with her vehicles. They weren't exactly "friends", but at least it was someone Barnabas could potentially and easily handle if she came close to finding out what he held in his hands.]           Ahh, Miss Beech. [He began, his lips curling up into a small smile as he faced the younger girl. He wasn't happy, not at all, but he couldn't make it seem like he actually had an important reason to be out and about, or that he was slightly irritated that someone had seen him. He remained calm and collected, and simply smiled.] What are you doing awake at such later hours?

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[Church’s head was deep in a book. His mind being transported as if he were actually their within the description the words on the page were telling him. He hadn’t realized but he was smiling as he flicked to the next page, curious and full of excitement as to what the story was leading too.]

[doctor-barney]

          [After hours of intense studies and research, Barnabas had finally emerged from his own room. Grabbing something to eat, he made his way to the rec room just to watch a movie and unwind. It had been days since he had been anywhere other than his room, the synthetics labs, and the gym, so a bit of relaxing time was long overdue.            Sitting on one of the couches, he began watching a comedy movie that had been left playing by whoever was sitting there before him. He had no idea if they would return later, so he didn't bother to change it, it seemed rather interesting anyway. It was a lighthearted, easy to understand comedy, which was just what Barnabas needed. After thinking nonstop for days, it was nice to just watch some ridiculous film that required no thought process whatsoever.            Laughing at the ridiculous shenanigans the two main characters did time and time again, Barnabas looked around to see if his rather booming laugh was bothering anyone. He hadn't noticed just how empty the rec room was. For a second he believed he was there entirely on his own, but his eyes finally found one of the synthetics he was incredibly fond of reading on a couch not too far from him. Church, an android whose personality and thoughts intrigued Barnabas to the fullest. He always seemed to work differently than the other synthetics, and the fact that he now looked so happy reading intrigued Barnabas even more.]

          Church? [Barnabas asked as the television suddenly became the last thing on his mind.] What'cha got there? Anything interesting?            [A slight chuckle escaped the man's lips as he observed Church's bright and excited smile. Many believed synthetics were entirely incapable of possessing emotions and independent thoughts, but Barnabas never believed that. And looking at Church's expression supported every one of Barnabas's beliefs concerning synthetics.]

[skylarsarai-deactivated20140223]

Down Time || Skylar & Barnabas

[skylarsarai-deactivated20140223]

Skylar was silent for a moment, thinking. Kelly. The name sounded familiar to her, though she wasn’t sure from where. She wondered if Oscar had mentioned him, or if she had met him before. She hoped not, but he didn’t seem to be overly familiar with her, either, so she took that as a good sign that she hadn’t forgotten him. 

She cocked her head to the side. “Is that…Doctor Kelly, then?” Skylar didn’t work much around the synthetics, and truth be told she found them vaguely disconcerting. With humans, she could always tell where she stool after an hour or two, but as far as she could tell, the synthetics weren’t the type to show emotion, though she was still unsure if they had any. 

"But," she said, drawing back to his previous comment, which she found far more interesting than how she was finding the colony, "I would beg to differ with you. I hardly think my job is purely physical. I’m a guard, not a bouncer. Perhaps I’m not conducting research like my husband, but what I do is hardly mentally lacking. Watching the same landscape day after day, it’s easy to grow complacent, to see a bush you’ve seen every day since you got here as just another bush. To see dismiss any movement immediately as an animal, but to do a proper job, you can’t do that. You have to have the presence of mind to ensure that the bush is a bush and the movement is benign. I don’t think most people understand that until they’ve done the job—Not that it’s any fault of their own." 

She paused, then added, “As far as my…hobby. It makes sense. It’s not so much that I feel I need training to keep my mind up, though it never hurts to be in one’s best shape in all aspects, it’s that I enjoy it, truly. It’s difficult, and even frustrating, but…it makes sense. They give you rules, and you learn them, and it works 100% of the time, and if it doesn’t, then there’s another rule to learn to make it work.” 

[doctor-barney]

       “Is that…Doctor Kelly, then?” Barnabas nodded at the female's words, and smiled slightly brighter. It always felt good to be recognized, especially in a good way. Of course, he hadn't majorly fucked up in Heron's Hope yet, so the woman's recognition must have been a positive one.         As he listened to the woman's next words, Barnabas got up from the chair he had been standing with his cup in hand, and made his way toward the coffee machine. He may have been moving around and pouring himself more coffee, but not for one moment did he break eye contact with the woman. He did did stop observing and listening to her for a split second, and soon he was back on his chair. He leaned back on the chair as the woman continued to speak, and took a long sip of his new, hotter, cup of coffee.         Damn this woman had spunk. Her husband must have the time of his life everyday with this one. It piqued his interest, however, he wanted to know how she worked even more. She was definitely tough, but Barnabas already knew that. Clearly she also took great pride in her work in security, and Barnabas could only admire that. He nodded as he listened, and took every single word in. Had her words come out of somebody else's mouth, Barnabas would've thought he offended the woman by implying her job was purely physical. But that didn't seem to be the case with Skylar. She didn't seem offended, nor did she seem upset, but it was clear that she wanted to make things clear to Barnabas.         "You're right," he began, putting the cup down on the table and crossing his arms as he continued to observe the female. "It was my mistake to think your job was purely physical, but even if it is also mental, you do have to remain in top physical shape, am I wrong? I mean, if something were to happen you must be able to handle whatever is thrown your way." He smirked and took another drink of his coffee. "Although I may be able to differentiate a real threat behind a bush, versus an innocent animal, I don't know how well I would do if we were attacked and guns suddenly became my only defense." He laughed.         Leaning back on his chair, he rose the coffee cup into the air as if he were to propose a toast, smirking at the woman across the table. "I must say I admire your dedication, both with your job and your hobby. I don't believe I could ever look at math in such a positive way as you do." 

[doctor-barney]

Hi, My Name is Dr. Fuck-Up || Barnabas & Owen

[owen-frank]

As much seemed to be going well at Heron’s Hope, there was equally much that seemed to be being achieved by the skin of its teeth. Owen didn’t mind being kept busy, but that didn’t mean that the stress didn’t sometimes get to him either. Today was one of the days he was feeling less than perfect - everything seemed to be five minutes behind schedule, and he hadn’t had much of a break since breakfast. He was already thinking of lunch as he embarked on yet another errand - a delivery of apparently-important files to Dr. Sydney Howard, the synthetic specialist and coordinator. He wasn’t entirely sure what was in them; just that she needed them and, for some reason, that they were to be kept under a strict metaphorical key and needed her signature.

As he walked into the building where he knew Dr. Howard was located, Owen took a look around. He wasn’t one of the scientists, and although his business did sometimes take him into the research labs, he wasn’t entirely familiar with them either. Licking his lips nervously, he looked around until he located a sign that directed him towards the synthetic labs - with any luck, she’d be there, ready to just hand the package off to. He’d finally be able to take a brief rest then.

As it was, though, when Owen entered, he didn’t see Dr. Howard, but a man instead. Something ticked inside his head - Dr. Barnabas Kelly. He was technically under Owen’s jurisdiction, but he had never spoken to the synthetic specialist one-on-one before because they’d not had much business together. Owen had never needed anything of him. Still, now as was good a time as any, he supposed, and he put on a smile as he stepped forward, bowing his head slightly in greeting.

"Dr. Kelly, right? I’d been wondering where you’ve been hiding away." He chuckled hollowly and looked around. Eyes settling on the synthetic before them both, the smile fell for a moment.

"That’s, ah…" The normally relatively well-spoken Owen was out of words to describe the scene before him, and he tried to redirect himself.

"As it happens, I was looking around for Dr. Howard. Is she here? There’s some things that require her approval."

[doctor-barney]

          As Barnabas continued to examine the insides of the android before him, he began humming one of his favorite classical pieces of music. It was of a violin concerto, which made it quite difficult to hum, but he needed something to break the irritating silence that had surrounded him after Dr. Howard's departure. He always hated the silence, especially whenever he was alone in a room like he was now—yes, there was an android right in front of him, but that hardly counted as proper company. Especially when it was still deactivated and motionless.            The doctor struggled to cut a few more wires inside the synthetic, sweat continuing to build up on his forehead along with frustration. He knew Dr. Howard had figured out the problem already, but he wanted—no, he needed—to figure it out and fix it before she returned. If he could do that, if he could impress his mentor in that way, he would be a lot happier. Ever since he joined the colony there had been a slight desperation burning inside him, desperate for acceptance and recognition.            Searching for replacement wires for the synthetic, his intense focus was suddenly interrupted by the door to the lab opening, his head immediately perking up to see who was entering. And of course, it was Mr. Owen Frank. He hadn't taken very long to get there, but in reality Barnabas had no idea just how long ago Dr. Howard had left. It felt like minutes, but he had been so focused on his work that time was the last thing no his mind.            "Dr. Kelly, right? I’d been wondering where you’ve been hiding away." said the superior. In response, Barnabas nodded and chuckled as well. Owen's words had a bit of truth to them. Although he didn't mean to, he did sometimes hide in the research labs. Just diving into his work with Dr. Howard seemed much more interesting and comforting than participating in any social activities. He didn't mind being social, in some cases he even enjoyed it, but that was all before his "mistake". Before his previous career crumbled beneath him and left him vulnerable and self conscious. Maybe he just needed to do something to be socially and morally accepted by everyone before he could be comfortable around all of his peers.            "You could say that, Mr. Frank," he laughed as he put the wires down on the table next to the android, and took off the gloves he was currently wearing. Noticing Owen's expression suddenly drop when he saw the deactivated synthetic, Barnabas couldn't help but smirk. He always knew his and Dr. Howard's work wasn't for everyone, and Owen's face just proved that.            "Ahh, yes, Dr. Howard mentioned she was supposed to meet you, but I'm afraid you've just missed her." Barnabas responded to Owen's words and lifted himself from the chair where he had been sitting. Walking around the table, he closed the large gap between him and his superior.           "She told me to stay in here and assist with whatever it is you need." He lied. Barnabas was only to tell the man that the doctor would be back in just a few minutes. But the young assistant's curiosity was as large as child's, and he just had to know why the Civil Team Leader was meeting the synthetic specialist. Did the glitch of this specific android already become known to all as a potential danger? Had Barnabas's independent and dangerous studies been caught? He was both curious and slightly worried. The unknown was always scary.           "So how may I be of assistance to you today, Mr. Frank?" Barnabas smiled at the man before him, and his eyes suddenly locked on the objects in Owen's hands. Extending his own hand forward, Barnabas motioned for his superior to hand over whatever it was he had in his possession, a warm smile still visible on his lips. 

[doctor-barney]

Suspicious Activity || OPEN

          [As the hours passed, night had shrouded the colony of Heron's Hope in darkness, and that only meant Barnabas could begin some of his more secretive studies. Although the psychiatrist assisted Dr. Howard with the maintenance of all Synthetics in the colony, his—almost—obsession with the androids' personalities was slightly frowned upon. Nobody really knew the extent of his interest in the synthetics' minds and emotions, and how bad he wished to know if they could possibly feel and think the way humans did, and that was a good thing.            Messing with a human's thoughts and emotions was dangerous enough, but meddling with an android's programmed personalities and thoughts—attempting to change those things and bring forth true, and raw emotions—could cause some serious consequences for everyone involved. Especially Barnabas. He was far too intrigued, however, and wanted nothing more than to see if he could make those giant tin-cans feel like humans did.            In the labs where he and Dr. Howard often performed maintenance on the synthetics, he compiled a large amount of copies of most of the synthetics' files. Obviously he couldn't take the original files out of that room, for the moment anyone noticed them missing all hell would possibly break loose. So he made copies, dozens and dozens of copies. He put them all in folders marked with each artificial person's name, and placed everything in a small box.            Swift and quietly, he made his way out of the research labs and toward the residential building. As Dr. Howard's assistant, he was only allowed to study and work on synthetics with her supervision, or if she gave him any direct orders, so the only place he could study those classified files in peace—and for the reasons he wanted to—was his own room.            Although the files were hidden in the box he carried, Barnabas couldn't help but be worried that he would get caught as he walked to his room. His anxiety was beginning to rise the closer he got to the building, in fear that one of the guards would question his midnight "stroll". Like always, the more his anxiety rose, the more heightened his senses became, and for a split second he could have sworn he heard footsteps behind him. Startled, he nearly jumped out of his skin and immediately stopped in his tracks, looking back to see who was there. But there was no one. His eyes scanned his surroundings, but once again, no one.

          Jesus, there's nobody there, Barney. Nothing there. [He told himself in a hushed whisper.           Internally, he laughed at himself for letting his own mind play tricks on him, but he couldn't help but feeling like he was being watched—or worse, followed. Facing forward once again, he continued to walk toward the residential building, gripping onto the box full of files even tighter. He didn't want to drop it or lose it, but at the same time he didn't want to make it look like it was anything important. Nothing wrong there, just a box.]

[skylarsarai-deactivated20140223]

Down Time || Skylar & Barnabas

[skylarsarai-deactivated20140223]

Skylar laughed and cleared a small spot for the man. She handed the cup to him, “Here, take it. There’s more in the pot, too,” she offered. “I drink too much of the stuff, but I guess we all have vices, and I coulda picked worse.” 

She stacked her papers a little neater, figuring that the man wanted to talk, and that she didn’t mind too much talking to him. “But, uh, yeah, Skylar Sarai. I’m afraid I don’t know your name.”  She shrugged and welcomed the change of the subject, not overly hung-up on social niceties. They seemed a waste of time to her, though she was always glad for some intelligent conversation or discussion. “It’s just…calculus, mostly. Not terrible interesting, I’m afraid. It’s just…relaxing, I guess. For me. Not normal—most people. I’ve always liked math. What about you? Or are you more of a let’s-talk-about-Gatsby-for-an-hour guy?” 

[doctor-barney]

       Barnabas nodded as the female handed the cup full of coffee to him and smiled. Coffee may have not been the best option for him at the moment, after all he was exhausted and maybe all he needed was some food, a nice shower and a nap—but who could ever reject coffee? Maybe that was one of Barnabas's vices as well, but it was a sweet, sweet vice.        Sarai, Skylar Sarai was her name. That's right, she was married to Dr. Sarai. A small smile spread across the man's lips as he realized that talking to this woman now would definitely allow him to get a better understanding about her person, and possibly her husband's as well. This unexpected meeting was proving to be potentially more and more interesting than Barnabas originally predicted.         Barnabas's eyebrows arched at her next few words. She did incredibly difficult math to relax? That was definitely not something Barnabas would ever consider relaxing, nor in any way enjoyable, but he figured different people had different tastes. He was positive not everyone enjoyed reading into people's thoughts and emotions as much as he did—what his psychiatrist "hobby" meant to him was possibly like what calculus was to Skylar.         "That is an interesting hobby," he began, chuckling to himself as he took a small sip at the warm coffee, flashing his teeth in a bright smile. "It must help you keep your mind in immaculate shape, though, especially while staying in a place like this one. Space isn't very mentally stimulating at times, is it?" He laughed, holding the cup close to his lips so he can continue sipping his coffee in between sentences.        "No, no, no hour-long conversations about Gatsy from me." He sent a small and playful shrug towards the woman. "When I'm not working on the synthetics I'm usually working on myself. You like working out your brain, I like working out my body. I guess we're kind of reversed, aren't we? Your job here in Heron's Hope is very physical, so you work out your brain in your free time. My job here is very mental, so I work out my physique in my free time. Interesting, isn't it?" He laughed again and proceeded to drink the rest of his coffee.         "Oh, and my name is Barnabas, by the way. Barnabas Kelly." He added with yet another bright smile. Even though he appeared entirely at ease around Skylar, he was still very observant, watching her every expression and body language. He wanted to find out as much as he could about this specific peer of his. "So tell me, Skylar, how do you like living here so far?

[doctor-barney]

Hi, My Name is Dr. Fuck-Up || Barnabas & Owen

       "Can you bring me Trinity's files, please?" Dr. Howard motioned for the young assistant to bring the large pile of papers he managed to compile within seconds. The female synthetic specialist sat by a long, metal table where a seemingly deactivated synthetic lied motionless, its torso open and wiring exposed. They had encountered a small glitch within its energy storage and needed to isolate its wiring to find the source. Not only that, they also needed to study the records of all the other synthetics to prevent any similar malfunctions to occur within their wiring as well.         As he approached the senior specialist, Barnabas handed her the papers and quickly took a seat on the opposite side of the table, continuing to look for the source of the malfunction. Under normal circumstances, tensions would've surely been high as the pressure to keep the synthetics in perfect condition only intensified each day that passed in Heron's Hope—but that was never the case between Barnabas and Dr. Howard. There was always something about Dr. Howard that calmed Barnabas down and allowed him to process his thoughts about any situation with a clearer mind. Possibly because she was the very reason that he was part of such an immense project as Heron's Hope was. However, that never meant he wouldn't be frustrated the moment Dr. Howard left the room, but for now, he was calm and collected.         "Has she been performing to the standard requirements?" Dr. Howard asked as she began looking over the files. Barnabas continued to meddle within the synthetic on the bed, but he responded with a nod regardless.        "Yes, doctor. From what I've seen, she seems to be performing incredibly well, dare I say better than the day she was brought here." Barnabas looked up for a second to meet Dr. Howard's eyes and smiled. "Her team seems very happy with her as well, she appears to fit right in." Grabbing a small tool from the table he leaned forward once again to proceed his search for the source of the malfunction as Dr. Howard continued to read over the files.         "So this is the only glitched, then." She said, Barnabas simply responding with a nod this time. "And we're positive it's in the wiring?" Barnabas nodded again.         "I cannot think of anything else it could be, doctor. Its programming has not been changed, nothing has been wiped or rebooted, so its database shouldn't be damaged at all." Grunting softly, Barnabas began cutting some of the wiring inside of the android's body, only to quickly replace it new ones. "You saw it for yourself, there's something disabling the energy to flow throughout its body evenly. The movements glitch from time to time, and there's reports of it even freezing for no reason. There has to be something blocking the flow of energy, a loose wire, perhaps? But the crazy thing is, I've looked everywhere for one. There's nothing."        Barnabas sighed, leaning back on the chair he was currently sitting on and wiping off the sweat that was slowly building up on his forehead. For a split second, the lab was completely silent. The young assistant hated when the place was entirely silent, but for that split second the silence was the last thing on his mind. He was in deep thought, wondering what could possibly be causing a glitch within the synthetic's energy sources. Barnabas wanted nothing more than to figure it out, to impress the senior specialist that sat before him, and to further assist the development of humankind's settlement in this unknown planet. He was almost desperate to find the answer, he wanted Dr. Howard to see that he was still a valuable asset to both her, and Heron's Hope. His thoughts, however, were soon interrupted by the woman's voice.         "I might know what the problem could be," she stated as she looked down at her Datapad. Damn it, once again Barnabas was too slow at solving the problem. "Something has come up, though, and my attention is needed elsewhere. We can continue this later, keep him deactivated so we don't further damage all of the circuits." She quickly stood up and began walking towards the door before turning around to look at Barnabas again. "Oh! I almost forgot, I was supposed to meet Mr. Frank here today. You know who Owen is, right? If you could please just stay here until he shows up and tell him I'll be back soon, I would greatly appreciate that, Barney, I really need to take care of this." She laughed, and before Barnabas could say a word, she was gone.         "Owen Frank.." He said to himself. That was the leader of the Civil team, wasn't it? Technically that was Barnabas's "leader", but the young man hardly saw anyone else other Dr. Howard and the big dogs at Weyland Corp. as figures of authority. He supposed it would be interesting to finally—and properly—meet the man that was supposedly in charge of him.         Barnabas had seen Mr. Frank around the settlement several times, and every time he had been as respectful as he had to be towards him, but they never got a chance to really 'talk' before. With Barnabas spending most of his time in the research labs with Dr. Howard, working and developing the Synthetics, Barnabas hadn't gotten a chance to talk to many people, Owen included. He did as his superior told him, however, and he waited for the man to come meet Dr. Howard.         The man stayed on the same chair he had been sitting on before, and continued working on the synthetic before him. He wasn't aware of the exact time the other man would show up, nor did he know when Dr. Howard would return. He secretly hoped she would return just seconds after the man arrived, however, so he wouldn't have to talk to his "figure of authority" for too long. He was in the middle of important work, after all. 

[skylarsarai-deactivated20140223]

Down Time || Skylar & Barnabas

A cup of cooling black coffee beside her and papers spread around her, Skylar sighed. She bit her lip and tapped her pencil on the edge of the kitchen table, swearing silently under her breath. 

She scratched a few numbers on a sheet, but quickly shook her head and erased them. “No, no that’s not it. But…” she contorted her face and tried again. 

She groaned quietly and took a sip of coffee, looking up, she noticed someone staring at her from by the counter. “Shit, sorry, did you…” she gestured vaguely toward the table. “Did you need this?” 

[doctor-barney]

       Sweat dripped from the man's body as he walked down the halls of the residential area. Towel in hand, he patted his damp hair. The sweat dripping from his hair onto his face was beginning to grow irritating. Even though the day was still young, the psychiatrist had already encountered some stressful situations with a few of the synthetics, his patience wearing thin. After hours of stressful work, the only thing he felt would ease his heavy mind was to take advantage of every equipment in the gyms, and he did just that.        He spent nearly the same amount of time working out as he had spent performing maintenance on some of the synthetics, and his current appearance made that quite clear. With damp hair, drenched clothes and body, and uneven breaths as he walked, the man looked like he had just ran an Ironman Triathlon. But hey, he was already feeling better. Incredibly hungry, but at least he wasn't as stressed and frustrated as he had been a few hours ago.         Making his way into one of the communal kitchens, Barnabas's eyes were immediately drawn by another human in the room. Skylar, wasn't it? Barnabas never had the "pleasure" to speak to the woman that sat quietly at the kitchen table, but he was well aware of who she was. She was one of the perimeter guards, and from what he had seen before, she was good at her job. Even though some of the colonists saw no reason for the woman to take her job as seriously as she does, Barnabas admired her dedication and professionalism. If only he had those qualities in the past, he possibly would've had a much more productive life.         Stepping closer to the table, Barnabas began eyeing the papers that surrounded the slightly older woman, as well as her body language and expressions. She was certainly in deep-thought, and also appeared rather frustrated at whatever it was she was working on. Barnabas was too familiar with that feeling, it was never too difficult to detect it on other's. Every time Barnabas had seen the woman keeping guard of whatever building or section of Heron's Hope she was currently in charge of, she never seemed to show any emotion. And that made it quite interesting to see her frustrated at the moment. Barnabas was almost.. enjoying it?        “Shit, sorry, did you… Did you need this?”  his thoughts were interrupted by the woman's voice.         He hadn't realized that he had been spotted, and the woman was now looking up at him. Chuckling to himself, he shook his head and flashed a warm smile toward the woman.         "Oh, no, not at all. I was just looking for something to eat, really." he began, scanning the kitchen for a second before locking his eyes on the cup of coffee the woman possessed. "I could definitely use some of that, though." He chuckled again, and sat down opposite to the woman.         Leaning back on the chair, Barnabas crossed his arms and locked his eyes on Skylar, a small smile still lingering on his lips. "Skylar, isn't it?" he began speaking again before gesturing at the papers scattered on the table, an almost smug smile now peeking through.         "If you don't mind me asking, what is all of that? It must be some seriously tough stuff if it can get a woman like you so frustrated." He chuckled again. This was the first real encounter and possible conversation he's had with Skylar, and he intended to figure out how she worked that very instant. He wanted to know just who Skylar was.

[doctor-barney]

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[theloneliestfrontier-rpg]

Barnabas Kelly || 35 || Italian || Synthetic Specialist/Assistant

Dossier Excerpt:

“…Dr. Kelly was not initially one of the candidates considered, but upon further inspection, his obedience, consideration, and gentle nature warranted him a spot at Heron’s Hope. Dr. Kelly is very much considerate of his peers and comrades, and will often go out of his way to make them happy. He gains necessary self-confidence from positive encounters, and he is not one to let pride get in the way of following an order even if he disagrees with it. However, he is also unstable, fragile, and easily discouraged. He might be good with people and his career, but only to a point. Dr. Kelly finds himself giving up more easily than he ought to sometimes, and he’s quite easily frustrated. In addition, he doesn’t cope with stress well, and can sometimes become uncharacteristically unfriendly when presented with a problem he can’t fix…”

History:

Barnabas Kelly, born in a small family, was given the support he always wanted. Whether it was him trying out different sports, clubs, or organizations, his parents didn’t care. They only wanted the best for their son, and they were very willing to go to whatever ends they needed to in order to ensure his happiness. Barnabas, though, didn’t live up to their ideals. Instead of excelling in any one area, he jumped from activity to activity. A gentle soul even when he was a child, he would always begin with a smile and end with disappointment. No one ever admonished him, but Barnabas knew he wasn’t what they wanted him to be.

In college, he decided to try for a psychiatry degree. It seemed to play to his strengths, allowing him to deal with people in a capacity that Barnabas himself was able to control. Even as he began the formative years of what he hoped would be his career, it already looked more promising than anything else that had happened to him. He had no reason to suspect that it would go awry, since Barnabas seemed to finally be settling into a life he could comfortably call his own.

One patient, though, had a very bad reaction to the medication that Barnabas prescribed him. The man did not get better, and he ended up assaulting a family member. The story was highly publicized, and even though Barnabas probably could’ve salvaged his business and reputation with time, he lost courage and gave up. He found himself an administrative position under Sydney Howard, who put to use Barnabas’ psychiatric techniques in her own practice.

Present:

As Sydney’s assistant, Barnabas takes care of the day-to-day routines. He also helps out with the maintenance of the synthetics, Sydney having tasked him with keeping an eye on whatever their psychology seemed to be. As a result, he keeps as busy as anyone else, and although he’s afraid of making a mistake, he persists regardless.

Notes:

Barnabas is a fan of the rec rooms, and when possible he can be found at the gym. He likes to work through his issues by working out, although he’ll partake in other community events and activities as well. He tends to take a bit of a backseat in social events, but he’s there regardless, and known as one of the kinder people one could find themselves with.

Barnabas is close friends with Nathan Garza, and the two are close to inseparable at times. Barnabas finds security and stability with his friend, and the friendship is a very natural one. While Barnabas may be acquainted with many people at Heron’s Hope, Nathan is undoubtedly the person most important to him. He also has a strong professional relationship with Sydney, though – the woman trusts him, having seen how competent Barnabas can truly be when he finds his comfort zone.

Barnabas’s faceclaim is Zachary Quinto, and he is taken.