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Well, you could start by telling me how you managed to become director of the restoration work at your age. Or how you even got involved with the PPDC. Doesn’t exactly seem like something most folk would be as passionate about as you seem to be.
I have a goal that I wish to succeed at, and so I work my hardest. I don't know if my passion is all that unique. I've met many motivated and talented people who share my goals in some form or another.
As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess. Still not sure why I was the one he thought of when he went hunting for spares.
I doubt the Marshall’d want anything ‘sensitive’ to get out there, yeah. I suppose you could tell me about yourself instead? I mean, you know all there is to know about me. Seems fair.
I suppose that is fair, yes.
I don't know what you want me to say.
D —> Jaegars
D —> Interesting
D —> I cannot say they are my favored field of study D —> But if you enjoy caring for large cats, I have someone I can introduce you to
That was a typographical error on my end. I meant Jaegers*. As in the robots.
Oh, it’s alright. Doubt you could do much more harm than construction work already did.
Either way, nice to see I’m not left to the wolves here. Pentecost said ‘blod’ and I thought I was hearing things.
I'm sure the work was very stressful, and things will not become easier from there, assuming you are ready for the job.
I'm new to the act as well. I'm not sure what to talk about, as much of my going-ons contain classified material.
D —> Thank you for D —> Answering
D —> What sort of project
I'm the head for a restoration project for decommissioned Jaegars. :) It's a time consuming activity.
letmeatom started following you
Miss Mori. Still wondering about that expectation.
I'm sorry, Mr. Becket. I'm not sure that is an appropriate topic in public.
indigenceinexcusable replied to your post: “I’m exhausted.”:
D --> Why
Thank you for inquiring. I've simply been very busy working on a project.
I was born.
I see.
In response to your tag, my name is Mako Mori. It is a pleasure to meet you even if you dislike my silly URL choice.
I'm exhausted.
Shitty puns are not humor.
Pentecost wouldn’t be happy to know you’re following a questionable old man like me.
What did you do that the Marshall would label as questionable?
Yes, there’s steps we could be taking now. If you wanted to go and get yourself killed.
> When don’t you challenge Newton? You can’t recall a time you’ve ever let him get away with anything. You fix him in a disapproving glare and square your shoulders. You might have let him get away with a few things before, but this is something you absolutely refuse to back down on.
This information can be used in other ways, Doctor Geiszler. What you’re planning has a remarkable chance of failure and you’d be a blasted idiot to try it.
> It’s completely slipped your mind that you guest hasn’t yet received a full explanation of what exactly the information is. There are more important matters at hand. Matters like making sure Newton knows he’s an idiot.
> You were going to comment that proof was important, as well as double checking everything, but you keep quiet as Dr. Gottlieb takes another chance to verbally rib his associate. You are never really sure what to say in these situations, but you know that you don't like speaking spoken over, as if you are hardly here investigating.
> You share a glance between the two of them before you arch a brow at Hermann. He seems the most likely to inform you of whatever is going on, if Newt won't cut him off another 10 times, which you suspect will happen.
Forgive me, Dr. Gottlieb, but I'm confused as to how testing a theory would make him a fool.
> You look at Newt again, tilting your head very slightly.
What are you going to do?
> At the very least, you look concerned.
If I see one more url with a pun, I’m going to piss.
Exactly what do you have against humor?
You practically begged me to let you in!
> Alright, so you’re entirely to blame for him being in the lab, but it was obvious that him being on leave hadn’t had the intended effect. Still, you’re not just going to stand idly by while he dumps all of the blame on you. Especially in front of Miss Mori.
All he did outside of the lab was make himself a nuisance. He stood outside the door hours playing his blasted music as loud as he could. I would have never gotten any work done if I hadn’t let him in.
> Excuses, excuses. If Newton’s going to try and pin this on you, he’s going to have to work for it.
I wasn't even aware you were on leave.
> You were busy with your own project, after all. A dual nuclear core didn't install itself, nor did refurbishing happen overnight. You were the head of your project, not the head of theirs. You don't like that they would go against Pentecost's wishes, but you are sated in your very slight aggression by the fact that he would be really pleased to hear a discovery was made. You pull away from the microscope, satisfied that you're not going to get any information out of it that you couldn't get out of them.
At least the two of you are working hard. I'm sure the Marshall will appreciate the news.
Ah, yes. Newton’s found something quite fascinating, really.
> You take it upon yourself to show her to the microscope, motioning for her to follow as you limp to where Newton’s set out all the samples. You insert two sample slides from his matching pile and step out of the way to allow her to look.
If you can, take a look at these and try to point out any differences you find.
> You open your mouth to explain your findings only to have Hermann take over completely. Excuse him. That is your side of the lab, this is your breakthrough, and you’d like to show it off for yourself. You frown and follow them both to your microscope, trying to stand as tall as you can even if it won’t make you look bigger even with Hermann leaning on a cane.
The stack on the left are all completely identical. There are twelve so far and I’m not even finished sorting through them all. The three on the right, those don’t match the other twelve, but two match each other and all three were from Category Is and IIs.
> Your theory is building itself, really. Cloning with a little margin for error because sometimes new things are tried and fail. Whoever is building the Kaiju is working on fine tuning them just right for their task of destroying life on Earth.
They’ve got reproductive organs, but they’re not breeding and adapting. It would take cloning to have those kind of identical samples.
> You don't know much about biology, but you careful inspect the view through the microscope. They are the same, aren't they? You have a careful eye, and you try and pinpoint any differences regardless, since you are sure he hasn't had anyone but the two of them had even looked at the samples thus far.
They do look to be the same. That's a very unusual find, Dr. Geiszler.
> You said doctor that time, but not Newt. Hopefully that'll placate him some. You look up at him and give him a smile even as a further question presents itself
So what about this is the part that you're going to be beheaded for?
> As soon as Mako enters the lab, whatever scathing reply you had for Newton dies in your throat. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s walked in mid argument, but you try not to make it too awkward for her nowadays.
> You cease working for a bit and climb down from your ladder, dusting your hands off on your trousers as soon as you’re on solid ground again. You even try to fix your expression into something somewhat pleasant for her.
Evening, Miss Mori. Always a pleasure to have you visit.
> You knock a pen off your desk with your scrambling to get to your feet and return her bow. Manners may save your sorry ass here. You wheeze, straighten up, and take a hurried sip of coffee.
Hey, Miss Mori, want to see what’s under the microscope?
> Manners and science will save you from the anger of her adoptive dad, right? You don’t want to die.
> You smile for the both of them, but your brown eyes are glued onto Newton. He seemed so nervous. You couldn't really tell if he was joking or not online, but in person he was revealing how he really felt. You were ready to steel yourself for bad news. Whatever it was, you were sure there would be a way to deal with it.
Thank you, Dr. Gottlieb. It is a pleasure hearing what the both of you have to say.
> You keep eye contact, because you were trained to be polite, but you want to look around and see if any of the numbers or the items around you would mean anything first and foremost.
So what have you done?
But you’ve been living in close proximity to one, and that’s bad enough, isn’t it?
> You start writing your numbers out right handed, your good arm wrapped around one of the ladder’s rungs should you slip. It’s slower going writing wise, but you’re less likely to fall and crack your skull open this way. Cracking your skull open would put quite the damper on your back and forth with Newton, and that would just be beyond a shame.
And for your information, there’s only one event predicted for the next two weeks. Possibly two, if it runs longer.
It’s awful, dude, you’re like a mathematic pallbearer sucking all the joy out of the room and replacing it with dull, uptight numbers.
> You’re struggling not to smile or smirk, even if bashing physics is fun. The microscope is putting a strain on your eyes so you make a clearly logical decision that the glare from a computer screen will somehow be better. You alternate between blogging and entering new data into your files as Hermann for a few minutes, and then you attract exactly the wrong kind of attention. It was bound to happen, of course. You just wish it had waited just a little longer.
Mako is coming down to see us. I’m going to die.
> You look like you’re strung out on something and like you slept under a desk without showering or brushing your teeth. One of those things is true but neither will help your cause of psych leave being entirely unnecessary.
> You make your way to the lab, having taken a moment to make it look as if you weren't just about to go to sleep. You were worried for Newt, actually, not because you thought Pentecost was going to do anything to him, especially if he made a discovery, but because whatever he did sounded like it was dangerous. Everyone was doing dangerous work around you, but losing the minds behind the affair would still be extremely costly.
> When you enter, you still bow politely to each of them, addressing them by uniformly.
Doctors.
I really didn’t mean it that way.
Ha, yeah. Thing is we’re dealing with our own apocalypses here. Mine is different from yours though no less alien-induced. You’ll understand eventually. All in due time, Miss Mori.
Well, even if they are different, that doesn't mean your life is of no value to me or your opinions.
