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capeandcowllogs2011-12-27 01:28 am
amoral_savior) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-12-27 01:28 am
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WHO: Topher and Sherlock
WHERE: Rossum Labs
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WARNINGS: nada
SUMMARY: Topher is nosy and Sherlock is Sherlock
FORMAT: action
[Boyd had told him to get more familiar with the departments, so Topher was using today to wander around and generally get into everyone's business. It was odd to walk around the building when back home he had only had to concern himself with his own department, but without Adelle or anyone else from home Boyd said Topher was his Number Two. That meant something important didn't it?
Down the corridors he wandered into various labs, but most were empty as people took the day off to continue whatever festivities they had planned with family and friends. Topher walked into a seemingly empty lab and began to poke about.]
WHERE: Rossum Labs
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WARNINGS: nada
SUMMARY: Topher is nosy and Sherlock is Sherlock
FORMAT: action
[Boyd had told him to get more familiar with the departments, so Topher was using today to wander around and generally get into everyone's business. It was odd to walk around the building when back home he had only had to concern himself with his own department, but without Adelle or anyone else from home Boyd said Topher was his Number Two. That meant something important didn't it?
Down the corridors he wandered into various labs, but most were empty as people took the day off to continue whatever festivities they had planned with family and friends. Topher walked into a seemingly empty lab and began to poke about.]
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His current experiment revolved around postmortem bruising - it was one that he'd carried out at home, but was expanding the parameters of it here. Laying out all the necessary data before he started trying it using people who had powers. For now it mostly just involved dead bodies and pieces of dead bodies, and hitting them with various things.
Luckily, at that moment, he was not abusing a corpse, but was in fact hunched over a microscope, a slide of bruised tissue under his watchful eye.
He was, however, around a corner out of sight from the door, so he heard his visitor before he saw him.]
And here I was under the impression it would be a quiet day.
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He followed the voice and wondered what the heck Boyd was thinking having a lab like this.]
I'm surprised there isn't more screaming coming from here.
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It's been a while since any of them were able to scream, and I tend not to.
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Moving closer he did a double take at the thought bubble above the man's head. Wow, that had to suck. Cracking open the juice box he had brought with him he grinned]
Is that a normal specimen or what? I mean the rate of bruise changes based on all sorts of chemical reactions that are generally unaccounted for.
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It's a baseline experiment, and I assure you I am very thorough.
[As if to illustrate his point, the notes appeared again - but this time they were not about his experiment. Instead, they hovered around his visitor, marking every detail - the cut, make and brand of his clothes, the type of fabric, the wear patters, any scars of blemishes, any callouses or flecks of mud or small ink stains. The exact number of creases in the skin and a base calculation of the man's weight, age, origin of accent, and then presumed birth place. Even, as he was slowly growing accustomed to, noticing if any of the above were from somewhere other than this universe. The notes flashed and blinked out in rapid succession, all within seconds.]
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The company doesn't have a lot of call for forensics.
[Guess who's getting into your work space]
You're not secretly some Dexter are you?
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[He frowns darkly as his space is invaded.]
Dexter? [What does that even mean.]
No. Sherlock Holmes.