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tushanshu2013-08-29 12:51 am
coneofsilence) wrote in tushanshu2013-08-29 12:51 am
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[[ ooc; blue is for Lincoln, red is for Liv! ]]
[ Lincoln's reached over with one hand to turn the console on in the bakery that Astrid had owned on, while he's mid-sentence into shouting to the other side of the room, head still turned. ]
--Isn't the first rule they always tell you in grade school science classes that you don't eat in the lab? So you don't accidentally ingest cyanide or something?
[ A pause, and he mutters lowly. ] Christ, we're gonna have so many lawsuits. [ That's a super good way to advertise a business, Lincoln, good job. He opens his mouth to speak directly to the network, but is interrupted by a loud bark, expression dropping to a deadpan as he reaches down to pick up what looks like a blueberry muffin, shakes at something lower than the camera, and then lobs it across the room. You might see the bouncing tail of a golden retriever chasing after it in the background. ]
We know we can’t be the only ones here interested in looking into all of this on a scientific level. Has anyone done that already? Or, more so, has--
[ At this point a certain redhead can be seen in the background and she bends down to wrestle the remains of the muffin while yelling across the room at Lincoln, so the feed picks it up, though it’s quiet from how far away she is. ]
Lincoln! I thought I told you stop feeding Finley muffins! I know he can digest them just fine but they’re not good for him.
[ Lincoln’s mouth just sort of hangs open mid-sentence while a voice comes from somewhere off screen to chastise him, expression falling flat, and once the scolding is over, he just sort of mutters off the last part of it halfheartedly. ] ...anyone found the tools to do that-- Chugging coffee like you may as well be mainlining it isn’t good for you either!
[ Called out over his shoulder as the bouncing fluff of golden retriever tail makes it’s way back to him, and Lincoln breaks off a piece of muffin next to him, puts a finger over his lips in a ‘shh’ motion, and sneaks him another bite. Good dog. ] I’m kind of trying to do something productive here, actually, Agent, so if you don’t mind, can we play the Deprive My Dog Of Good Things game later?
[ Olivia moves closer to the screen until she’s right behind him and leans her arm on his head, pushing him forward and down so she can lean in over him and get her face in view of the camera. There’s a grin on her face and she pats Lincoln’s bowed head sort of patronizingly. ]
Someone talk some sense into him? He’s going to make that dog fat. Happy, but extremely fat. But, speaking of productivity, we could do with some lab equipment. We’ve got space here we’d like to use, but it doesn’t have the equipment Walter needs. We’d really appreciate any help, whether it be equipment or advice on where to look for stuff. Thanks.
[ By the end she has a fairly professional smile and attitude, even though she’s still totally leaning on Lincoln. What bad friend and colleague. Just the picture of professionalism there. ]
[ And Lincoln just sort of lets this happen, because this is basically his life right here. He’s totally the high ranking officer, can you tell. But there’s a hint of a half-smile on his lips despite the eyeroll and the way he glances up to her to talk, tone more of a quiet thing between the two of them. ] If Broyles were here, we’d be fired, you know that, right? Like double fired. Triple fired, and he’d make us clean his car with tooth brushes.
[ Clearing his throat, he makes some attempt at actually looking like a Department of Defence employee and straightens up, causing Liv to have to flop back. ] On that note, if anyone has an expertise in physics, biochemistry, or any sort of scientific field that has done any researched on Tu Vishan, we’d like to share notes.
[ And with a casual glance down to the muffin he’d given a bit to Finley off of, Lincoln lets out a huff, and seems almost pained to be mentioning this next part. Omfg why is Astrid not here, he wasn’t supposed to be Fringe Team Baked Goods spokesperson. ] Also, this is a bakery. So. Come buy baked goods. [ super deadpan. ] Or come make baked goods. Especially if your name is Isaac Lahey.
[ Point to the screen. Point to his watch. You best come be on the clock, son. Aaand, that’s it. He’s cutting the feed there. ]
[[ ooc; fyi there’s likely to be threadjacks here and there so just put it in the header if you’d rather there not be /o/ ]]
[ Lincoln's reached over with one hand to turn the console on in the bakery that Astrid had owned on, while he's mid-sentence into shouting to the other side of the room, head still turned. ]
--Isn't the first rule they always tell you in grade school science classes that you don't eat in the lab? So you don't accidentally ingest cyanide or something?
[ A pause, and he mutters lowly. ] Christ, we're gonna have so many lawsuits. [ That's a super good way to advertise a business, Lincoln, good job. He opens his mouth to speak directly to the network, but is interrupted by a loud bark, expression dropping to a deadpan as he reaches down to pick up what looks like a blueberry muffin, shakes at something lower than the camera, and then lobs it across the room. You might see the bouncing tail of a golden retriever chasing after it in the background. ]
We know we can’t be the only ones here interested in looking into all of this on a scientific level. Has anyone done that already? Or, more so, has--
[ At this point a certain redhead can be seen in the background and she bends down to wrestle the remains of the muffin while yelling across the room at Lincoln, so the feed picks it up, though it’s quiet from how far away she is. ]
Lincoln! I thought I told you stop feeding Finley muffins! I know he can digest them just fine but they’re not good for him.
[ Lincoln’s mouth just sort of hangs open mid-sentence while a voice comes from somewhere off screen to chastise him, expression falling flat, and once the scolding is over, he just sort of mutters off the last part of it halfheartedly. ] ...anyone found the tools to do that-- Chugging coffee like you may as well be mainlining it isn’t good for you either!
[ Called out over his shoulder as the bouncing fluff of golden retriever tail makes it’s way back to him, and Lincoln breaks off a piece of muffin next to him, puts a finger over his lips in a ‘shh’ motion, and sneaks him another bite. Good dog. ] I’m kind of trying to do something productive here, actually, Agent, so if you don’t mind, can we play the Deprive My Dog Of Good Things game later?
[ Olivia moves closer to the screen until she’s right behind him and leans her arm on his head, pushing him forward and down so she can lean in over him and get her face in view of the camera. There’s a grin on her face and she pats Lincoln’s bowed head sort of patronizingly. ]
Someone talk some sense into him? He’s going to make that dog fat. Happy, but extremely fat. But, speaking of productivity, we could do with some lab equipment. We’ve got space here we’d like to use, but it doesn’t have the equipment Walter needs. We’d really appreciate any help, whether it be equipment or advice on where to look for stuff. Thanks.
[ By the end she has a fairly professional smile and attitude, even though she’s still totally leaning on Lincoln. What bad friend and colleague. Just the picture of professionalism there. ]
[ And Lincoln just sort of lets this happen, because this is basically his life right here. He’s totally the high ranking officer, can you tell. But there’s a hint of a half-smile on his lips despite the eyeroll and the way he glances up to her to talk, tone more of a quiet thing between the two of them. ] If Broyles were here, we’d be fired, you know that, right? Like double fired. Triple fired, and he’d make us clean his car with tooth brushes.
[ Clearing his throat, he makes some attempt at actually looking like a Department of Defence employee and straightens up, causing Liv to have to flop back. ] On that note, if anyone has an expertise in physics, biochemistry, or any sort of scientific field that has done any researched on Tu Vishan, we’d like to share notes.
[ And with a casual glance down to the muffin he’d given a bit to Finley off of, Lincoln lets out a huff, and seems almost pained to be mentioning this next part. Omfg why is Astrid not here, he wasn’t supposed to be Fringe Team Baked Goods spokesperson. ] Also, this is a bakery. So. Come buy baked goods. [ super deadpan. ] Or come make baked goods. Especially if your name is Isaac Lahey.
[ Point to the screen. Point to his watch. You best come be on the clock, son. Aaand, that’s it. He’s cutting the feed there. ]
[[ ooc; fyi there’s likely to be threadjacks here and there so just put it in the header if you’d rather there not be /o/ ]]
carry them for the team!
[ Seriously though they'll never stop. ]
So, back home we have two parallel universes. Each one sort of calls it "our side" and "the other side." Lincoln and I are from one, Walter, who you'll meet eventually, is from the other.
[ That was like the least confusing explanation there ever has been, somehow. ]
And yes, we will be experimenting on animals. Maybe. I'm not sure what Walter's plans are. He is actually a mad scientist.
[ Not a lot of "muahahahaha" going on, but enough drugs to make up for that. ]
No it didn't have a badge. It lived in the lab, mostly Walter and Astrid took care of her. I'm not actually sure they ever did any experiments on her.
go go brandon go!!
It's okay to admit you're jealous, Liv. I won't hold it against you. Not everyone can be this pretty all the time.
[ Where is Scarlie when you need him to come and and proclaim he's prettier than either of them. His head tilts over to Isaac and there's an exasperated sigh at both of the two. ]
We are maybe experimenting on a single animal. Non-plural, and does Keeliai even have cows?
[ And on the subject of the dimension explanation, speaking to Isaac still: ] Which is entirely Dr. Bishop's idea - from the other side. Where their Fringe Division runs out of a basement lab and they have a pet cow. [ That tone should say enough about how ridic he thinks that is. He turns his head to Liv after. ] Don't they have Broyles over there? How does this even happen?
going for the gold!
She said she doesn't think so. [ About the cows. Everything else he's choosing to stay out of for now. But, the dimension explanation. Alternate dimensions. He would've called her crazy before ending up here but he's living on a giant turtle. So, there's not a lot he can just go and call crazy. ] Named Gene. [ Much like a Horse named Ed. Or, a Pig -- his name was Babe, right? Unless it was Charlotte's Web then it was Wilbur. ] Broyles is a person?
[ He's doing his best to keep up here, ladies and gentlemen. ]
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Ding ding ding! Points for the new kid for paying attention. And yeah, Broyles is our boss. Colonel Broyles, to be exact. Over there they work for Broyles as well but he's not a colonel. Basically, Olivia got put on a Fringe case that they didn't realize was a Fringe case. She ended up getting Walter out of the institute, they re-opened his lab in Harvard, solved the case, and Broyles was impressed with her work. So he recruited both of them into Fringe Division and Astrid joined them there.
[ Glossing over some finer details (like the flesh rotting disease and John Scott), but whatever, that's the gist of it. ]
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Snortlaugh. ] Broyles is a hardass.
[ still person, but yeah. and you're leaving out the best parts, Liv, it's okay, Lincoln will fill the precious bb in for you. ]
That was the one with the plane and the flesh rotting pathogen, right? [ Turning to Isaac to give explicit detail, hold on. Also, hand gestures ] The skin crystallized and people just started, like, melting.
no subject
Yes it was the plane one, but it was an airborne chemical compound that caused rapid decay.
[ Back to Isaac with a smile. ]
Not a thing you're going to have to deal with here, luckily. Don't let him scare you with all the gross parts of our job back home.
[ Trying to be reassuring before he runs off. ]
no subject
[ What even. He is not that tiny! He is tall! ]
So, you guys were basically Mulder and Scully - but as a team. Fringe science, it's melting people and crazy cows. So, you investigated the weird? The deadly?
[ Werewolves? Could they come to Beacon Hills and investigate werewolves? ]
I'm not grossed out. I'm kind of... impressed. [ Which is NOT easy to do. You cannot impress Isaac Lahey. Good work, team! ]
no subject
Well you're going to get along just fine here. Good to know you're not squeamish. That'll probably be useful somewhere down the line given the trouble we usually get in.
no subject
See? He's a big boy. He can handle it.
[ And Isaac gets a firm shoulder slap as Lincoln passes by behind him, sneaking another muffing out of the box to munch on himself as he stalks a little farther over to inspect where they're setting up tables to lab things. ]