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[zilchisms]

( @eridianexpert​​ liked for a starter )

“I know there are more / Important things to mention / But the tattoos fit.”

[drmarlow-thegremlin]

@eridianexpert || cont.

   It was only an eventuality that things would eventually get to the ex-scientist, hands in her messy hair and tugging at it; stressed and down on herself. Bad things...felt drawn to her like a magnet. The strongest magnet known to...well, anyone. Maybe Pandora amplified it, maybe it was just bad luck.

   The only thing conclusive right now was at least Tannis was enjoyable company. Someone who understood the deeper cravings of science and studies... It made her look up past wire framed glasses with uncertainty. Curiosity.

   “Yeah...?” Rena straightened up a little more, head tilting. “That...sounds nice, actually. That’s, uh...” What did people call it, again? “Ride or die... Yeah? Sounds like it, anyways. I didn’t... I’ve never had anyone want to stick around me that much, but if you really mean it...” She shrugged, just as awkwardly as Tannis.

   “Going down in infamy... Sounds like the only way a pair of scientists can go. Right? Ehehe...”

[clonelyboy]

@eridianexpert | starter call.

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“Oh, you’re a doctor?” His excitement picks up fast, but he smothers it down again in the next moment; even if the resemblance isn’t there in full yet, his face could potentially still set people off if they look too close. It’s upsetting, really. “Um, what is it you do? I think you’re, like, the first person besides my dad who’s had a doctorate.” If he hasn’t got his wires crossed, anyways.

[modestmuses-a]

@eridianexpert | continued from here

There was little else that was more frustrating than technology that didn’t work like it was supposed to, which was essentially all tech in Cindy’s hands.  She was far from the most tech-savvy luchadora she knew.  And after her outburst, there was no hope that the machine would ever work as intended.

She shot the scientist a death glare, her hands still wound into fists, her nostrils still flaring.  And then she scoffed and said, “It wasn’t gonna work, anyway.  No amount of ‘demonstratin’’ woulda fixed it.  Was straight broke.”

She glanced around the rest of the lab.  A bunch of nerd stuff for nerds. But messing with it would stave off the boredom.  “Y’got anythin’ ‘round here that actually does work?”

[clonelyboy]

@eridianexpert | from here.

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He flinches sharply, and slinks away to the side, glaring at the floor. Ashamed of his behaviour, bratty and impatient, yes, but his temper’s still piping, and if he’s not careful, if he doesn’t even try to control his temper, he’ll end up screaming at the doctor who’s so graciously talked to him without contempt (so far). Wouldn’t be very polite, would it?

And she’s being fair, really. Making sense. Correct. Which only serves to wind him up further, knowing that he’s in the wrong. He huffs heavily through his nose, still glaring at the floor instead of looking up to meet Tannis (not that she seems keen on eye contact anyway, which... fair, honestly); his face is all scrunched up in what Dad would call his Big Pouty Face, which apparently makes him look silly. How’d you expect people to take you seriously?

“Sorry.” It’s not sincere. Not yet, anyway. He doesn’t even offer up an explanation for it, or what he was looking for.

[modestmuses-a]

@eridianexpert​​ | continued from here

“I—yes, of course, there are instructions!” Mordecai said, exasperated, as he waved a paper in the air, the paper with the instructions written on it.  “You should have looked before you started building.”  He could not imagine doing something so important without the instructions, without some semblance of order. He hated working with the unknown.

He eyed the... thing she had built up and down, and then looked back at the instruction paper.  No, no, it did not look at all like it was supposed to.  He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily.  “It is certainly unique...”  Although, he did not mean that as a compliment.  “But do you even know if it works?”

Mordecai would have to admit to being genuinely impressed if it did work as intended, despite it being assembled in completely the wrong way.

[modestmuses-a]

@eridianexpert​ said: ““I’m not even sorry.” -for Mordecai!”

yesterday i asked you... | accepting

“Quite,” Mordecai said, eyes fixed on the corpse at his feet.  A single gunshot wound to the chest.  About as clean as a kill could get.  “I would say that you don’t have anything to be sorry for.  He was making quite a fuss, wasn’t he?  I say he more than deserved it.  Besides—”

A polished shoe dug into the dead man’s side, giving him a solid push into the ravine.

“If nobody discovers what you did wrong, then there is no need to apologize.”

[thcwatcher]

❝ i couldn’t eat for a month. and i used to wake myself up crying, so i could cry myself back to sleep again. ❞

@eridianexpert

The Watcher wondered why Tannis was telling them all of this. They hadn’t asked about it and their initial question was still unanswered. They wondered if the woman was building up to something. If she was, they would wait, patiently, until the time came. They weren’t even sure what the woman wanted after she had finished speaking. Was it compassion? For The Watcher to open up about things that had happened in their past? It was moments like these that made the Guardian uncomfortable. Human emotions weren’t something they were good at, let alone to be able to replicate. 

“May I suggest a brief walk outside?” Perhaps some air would help the scientist clear her head a little bit. From what they were observing, it seemed as if she was working herself up. “You went through a terrible amount to get here. It would be a shame if you were not able to get what you wanted.” Surely the last thing Tannis wanted to was destroy years of hard work? The Watcher walked to the automatic door, which slid upwards as the Guardian approached it. 

“Remember that you are not there anymore.” They couldn’t say that Tannis was in a better place. The Watcher had only been around for less than a day. This place was new to them and they hadn’t been able to observe the interactions for as long as they’d like to make an official judgement. “Whatever you encountered then, it cannot find you now.” Those were the only words of comfort that The Watcher could find within them. They were not an emotional being, only a logical one. There had not been the time for them to develop a way to deal with human emotions, there had been other things that they needed to do.