#cuttlinglabtech

[candycoatedcadavers-blog]

🎄👶 (they decorate a children's hospital and bring River along) -Martin

@lovecraftianlovenotes

“Hmm..multi-colored lights, or white lights?” He asks the little bleb in his arms, adjusting the Santa hat atop his head. “It would look more traditional if we use white, but the multi may make the kids happier...What do you think?” he chuckled affectionately as River brought a light into his mouth. “I didn’t even think of the tastiness factor of the lights! Good thinking!”

[eruditexperimenter-blog]

Are you still doing the v for vendetta stream tonight?

Yeah!  I just got home from my clinical assignment!  Expect things to start in about fifteen minutes!

[christopherrose-pa]

can I request a dumb bit about Chris and kat and the coffee line we talked abt on Skype? :D

There was a tickle in the back of Chris’s mind as he watched the girl in front of him with growing annoyance. She was - familiar. Disconcertingly familiar and he couldn’t figure out why. All he knew is that he arrived at the coffee shop on Madison and Fifth at the same time every day, and there was never /ever/ anyone in front of him.

The next day she was in line behind him, and the day after that and the day after that; scrolling through her phone as she waited for the personal assistant to place his order and pay. A week passed, then two, and Christopher all but forgot about the incident. Kat stood in line behind him every day, and although there was a vague sense of satisfaction, he forgot why it existed.

Three weeks later she was on queue in front of him three days in a row. He had to arrive early to end the streak, and she retaliated by arriving earlier the next day. When he inquired as to /who/ this infuriating girl was, he was told she worked under Luc, and was thus protected. The next day she arrived ten minutes after he did, depriving him of the joy of knowing that she had to stand behind him.

It was now a game between the two of them, even though Chris still had no idea if she knew she was playing. Who was going to time their visit so that the other would have to stand behind them? Who was going to have to stare at the back of the other’s head and plot bloody murder that would never be carried out? It was a game - like many things in life - and Christopher fully intended to win, even though he was unsure what that entailed.

[silicone-blush]

"I'm sorry I'm not understanding why I'm here, the disagreement over last week's shoot was minor at most-" Camille was trying very hard not to frown, it'd be unsightly of her to do so. However her worry came from unknown origin as she attempted to explain the situation to the woman sitting across from her. "We came to an agreement that the silicone would be redone and we've rescheduled without pushing back any other projects, no loss in productivity and still within deadlines." She continued to insist, down-playing the fiery argument that had actually taken place. Certainly not something she thought warranted a visit to the re-education department. Bio machines didn't GET re-educated as far as she knew.

@cuttlinglabtech

[stringedtheory]

TRICK!

Muse A loses Muse B inside a Haunted House

When he was first asked, he wondered if Kat could even really feel scared. There had to be some sort of appeal on her end to ask him if he wanted to go to a haunted house.

He now knew what the appeal was, or so he assumed by the usual “lets make Isha’s life difficult in small harmless ways” quota. One second they were right next to each other, commenting on how ridiculously fake a skeleton prop was and the next it was ten times darker than it had been and he had completely lost her.

“...Kat? Hello....?”

He called into the dark, slowing his pace in case somehow he had gotten ahead (doubtful) as he followed the soft red LEDs along the path. Already concerned and afraid that he’d lost his walking buddy (and a clumsy one at that), it didnt take much more than a touch on his shoulder for him to let out a high-pitched scream and fall flat on his ass.  

[smilingindoctrinator]

"Mr. Luciano, sir?" Kats voice was unusually small, she genuinely sounded a little nervous which was so unusual for her. She stepped into the lab to see her boss for the first time since. "If... if you are sending me back to HR I understand but... well I didn't know what you were trying to do the other night so I thought I would come back here first and... apologize I guess. I'm sorry for however I must have disappointed you sir. that was the last thing I ever wanted to do. "

Luciano stood from his seat instantly, a laugh leaping from his lips. He closes the distance and, hesitating half a moment to show that the gesture is not aggressive, he sweeps Kat into a hug, petting her hair with tiny, distressed giggles.

“I’m so sorry, pet,” he gasps, giving her a gentle squeeze. “These past few nights have been dreadful--I can’t control myself during the episodes, some kind of supernatural condition, I--it wasn’t me, pet, it wasn’t me. I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I’m so relieved that you’re quick and clever and alright.”

[cleopatrathesecretary]

Kat was stumbling through the halls. Logically she knew dry-drowning was a thing that could easily happen after inhaling what water she did. She couldn't just go to medical... maybe she could phone a friend, but would they even get there in time?? She felt the burn in her throat and her lungs despite her calm. She coughed and gagged, this was not a good thing... where even was she? Wasn't /anyone/ in the facility at this hour?

Cleo was having far too much fun controlling the bodies of the dead. She had been skeptical, but now she was far too interested in developing them further, even if it was only for a month. It was why she was still here so late down in the morgue. However tomorrow was a work day so it was time for Cleo to leave.

Well, at least that had been the plan until she happened upon a coughing lab tech. Oh great; just what she needed. Cleo doesn't need to be blamed if this one dies. Not all the dead interns near her vicinity were her fault anyway. 

"Hey. What happened?"

[smilingindoctrinator]

Kat had stayed to wokr after hours, not at all unusual for her, especially with her latest set of new assignments, things she needed to learn if she wanted to take the next step in her career. It wasn't uncommon to hear the boss singing at this hour, filling the near-empty lab with his beautiful song... tonight his voice was particularly entrancing though, and she found herself not only swaying to the lovely tune but following it to the room with the large aquarium...

”Carry me south, to the sea Along with your memories of me We were born in the water Now we'll return to Thee...”

Prior to sunset, Luciano had thought it would be reasonably safe to remain in his lab overnight; once his lab techhad left after their required hours he would be alone, and a danger to no one, as he occupied himself taking cell samples from the colourful assortment of nudibranches in their massive 80-gallon tank. However, he had neglected to check that all of them were actually leaving.

And so he was not expecting to hear footsteps behind him as he lilted to the sterile air, his thrall thrumming in the clean white walls. It was only when he caught sight of a reflection in the aquarium glass that he paused, and smiled slowly, a saccharine sigh passing his lips as he forgot entirely about work. He turned, languid, giving the tech a dreamy look.

How lovely it would be to return her to the water that had once been her home.

“Hello, pet,” he cooed. “Come to look at the little ones...? Come here, sweetheart...”