Fill Me Up; Bring Me Down // {Christian}
Feb 29, 2012 23:12:48 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Feb 29, 2012 23:12:48 GMT -5
I still don't know what you've done with me,
a grown up women should never fall so easily
Every day was the same with Pysche; wake up to the beep-beep of her alarm, shower (scrubbing meticulously), dress in a lab coat, eat one banana and two scrambled eggs, and be at work approximately one hour before anyone else in the lab. Routine was soothing; everything else was just another puzzle to be sorted. She didn't necessarily mind things going awry in her day, as long as she had the time to properly break it all down into quantifiable pieces.
She got an hour and twenty-seven minutes of peace with her mute specimens. These days she dealt with petri dishes, things so quiet and so smooth one could forget about them entirely. She would dredge the surface, let them sit, and then inspect the gel for changes. Nothing too advanced, and Psyche was acutely aware her talents were being wasted. But then, she also saw more than she was told. These dishes were the basis for something new, some exciting - and something potentially dangerous. That was always the way of the future, and it bothered her not at all.
It was her direct superior who interrupted her work that morning, a very unusual affair. Usually they exchanged notes over the intraweb instead of meeting in person. It was just less painful that way. After an excruciating period of small talk, he came around to the point: Psyche would be needed in another lab that afternoon. That's it. Something clearly that could have been send through text, and yet he had barged in and derailed her morning. Psyche tried to set it aside and focus on the experiments, but it ate away are her, the way acid could.
Psyche took her long in the common area, only because it was required, and washed her hands twice before she turned away from her lab's door and continued down the hall and up the stairs. She had only been upstairs once, on her first tour of the building. Otherwise there was no reason to go; the mess hall was on the first floor, along with the administrative offices and her superior's nook.
She noted the gentle pink of the walls, the chipped paint near the ceilings. The building had no imagination, which suited her; all of the floors had the same layout. It was thus quite easy to find the numbered lab to which she had been directed, although she still wasn't clear on the parameters of this assignment. Hopefully the lab lead would be able to fill her in.
Psyche turned handle, her lab coat's sleeve over her palm, and poked her head in before she let her body follow. "Excuse me?" she asked, the very bare minimum of civility. "Director Khal sent me here. I'm Psyche Percocet? Lab 152A."
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