forgodssake | ic inbox } ataraxion.

[ There is a reason they both -- Charles and Remus -- likely went there, and Charles is disinclined to put it all on their respective paranoias when the common denominator is Maria herself. Still, lacking the desire to bang on about what the agent could have meant or did not mean, he listens.

Accepts intention as stated, now. ]

And when asked by someone who will never need my help in the ways we're discussing, I'm inclined to ask who's asking, and why.

[ His tone has loosened, and he offers the beginning of a crooked smile. ]

But I suppose it's better than never asking at all. I didn't mean any offence in hoping your organisation would be redundant, in this world or the next. I just believe in empowering people like me to help themselves, in some respects, rather than becoming a problem.

Probably as long as it takes for something more or equally fascinating to turn up & keep him distracted.
He & Seraphim were close.

If you promise.

[ This is very brief, he is very overwhelmed, he is going to ask about Charles' background later, can he read his thesis, etc. ]

When and where should I report?

[ Even later-- ]

sudden appearances of equipment/changes to space and dimension have happened before in the science department on level two
consistent also with nanite related equipment in this case
+ manticore experimentation

we'd previously kept that knowledge contained to the department pending conclusions + banning of pitchforks

I do

find attached my office hours (subject to disasters) and directions to the Science Department
we're on level three

there's no pay cheque, so come when you're ready

Pitchforks?

angry village mobs and mad science
there was a good block of time I couldn't even mention genetics without someone inquiring as to my monster making credentials

hence

Is that not what you studied? I assumed.

[ :D? :D? ]

look

[ Rides in on a white stallion. A sedate white stallion. Without threadjacking because unsure. ]

Maybe if you just called it the Biology Department.

all those months of rebranding effort gone to waste

You could have people do testimonials.
'Xenogen saved my life.'
'Xenogen saved all of your lives from me.'
'I'd be lost without Xenogen.'

'xenogen will boot you up the arse if you delay in informing them of radical changes to their laboratories and they wind up finding out about it from your mate bragging on the network, on the off chance that happens again at all'
just to get back on point

That isn't a very appealing advertisement at all.

[ But there's only a short pause. ]

I'm sorry.
I'll make it up to you.

oh yeah?

[ a couple days later ]

Edited 2015-05-20 10:53 (UTC)

( She has to nod at his statement, and agree. She can see why he'd jump to his conclusion even if she doesn't like that that would be his only idea about her. She carries around her own dose of suspicion about people, probably larger than what is healthy )

I might not need your help, but other people may. I'd like to know who to be able to send them to, that they could be helped.

( It wasn't just them here, and so far the external threats and the ship had proven more dangerous than anything on board. Minus the sleepwalking incident, but that was something out of control rather than malicious intent. If word was to be believed anyway )

And it would probably a nicer world if my job didn't exist. ( Didn't have to exist, but then it would be a nicer world if a lot of things weren't needed - military responses, spies. If things were safer a lot would be redundant. Science became as messy as biology ) You said you had a school. How long has it been running?

Yeah. Don't shag anyone you might be embarrassed about in your office for the time being.

[ Too soon. ]

what's wrong with my office?

[ RUBS SALT IN WOUND also quasimodos. ]

Nothing is wrong with your office.
Not that I can tell from here, at least. Walls still there. Desk in place.
We're just very good at mapping things that move.

[ i refuse trash garbage ]

but you can tell if I am shagging someone in my office
this is making it up to me is it

I won't be able to tell, because you won't be shagging anyone there. & more importantly Sirius also won't be able to tell. My gift to you.

If you walk your DUPRR friend through the laboratories sometime, let me know when. Can see if she shows up like a normal person.

Edited 2015-05-23 07:12 (UTC)

bloody hell Remus
alright will do
what would a 'normal person' look like on your map?

One semester.

[ His smile goes crooked; a little sad. (Very sad, but it's not anyone's business but his own, so it remains suppressed.) ]

We had to shut down due to the draft taking effect. There was a war, in Vietnam.

[ It's not the entire truth, but truth enough without getting terribly person. ]

But I've been told that in the future, I'm able to open it up again, and it runs for decades on. I'd had some prior experience in training up young mutants, before the school came together. It was a small team, but effective. Memorable. A certain spirit of discovery, in those early days.

Here, there's a lot to relearn.

Oh, don't.

We didn't do it to see who was shagging whom. We thought it might show us who/what else is here, where Ward & Resnik are, etc., & now there's no way to turn it off. But Sirius doesn't like you very much, if you're not aware, & right now all we have to stare at is your department.
& the void.
You're welcome.

Dot & name.
Proper name, whatever they know themselves as.

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