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charles xavier. ([personal profile] forgodssake) wrote in [community profile] ataraxion2014-11-04 02:35 pm

oo5. video.

[ Charles has dimmed the lights in this corner of the science department, working by lamp light; he has his comms device angled against something so he doesn't have to hold it in address. He's seated at a work station, with a mug of some form of beverage just in view.

It's been a while since he's done this. ]


Hello. This is Professor Charles Xavier, of Xenogen.

[ A little different, from the last time he was here. Beardier. Those that know him more recently can mark the haircut. There is scattered grey amongst the dark. He speaks plainly, like a man who has long since accepted that everything he has to say about this place is ridiculous, so let's just get on with it, shall we. ]

Since the power outage and mural phenomena, there's been some changes on level three of the science department. Inexplicable ones. Equipment we've not seen before has appeared, along with shifts in space and work stations to accommodate new ones appearing out've

[ fucking ]

nowhere.

If anyone has experience with high tech lab equipment, I'd like some assistance in identification.

From what I can tell so far, I suspect we're looking at appliances that have much to do with genetics research, or-- [ he hesitates, as if unsure he wants to commit to deduction, but oh well ] --nanotechnology.

On that note, for experts in the latter thing, or anyone who holds some familiarity with it at all, I'd very much appreciate a conversation, if you're amenable. I'd like to get a better grasp on the topic.

[ One hand goes to take up his tea (it's probably tea), and the other goes to switch off the feed, with one parting word; ]

Cheers.

[ ooc ; for anyone taking him up on high level science talks, i fully anticipate some handwavium as needed, so come at me. ]
51stcentury: (arms crossed head down)

action.

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2014-11-24 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)

[Jack sets the glass down, making note of the equipment Charles is leaning against with steely blue eyes.] Infested. [He says grimly, turning to the other man.]

There was an epidemic. A Stasis Sickness. Not like the one we had recently – at least, not directly. But it was killing people. Smiley, or someone, had put together a map of a maze, that led to this place, past black holes and all kinds of crazy stuff. And the Science Department was what was sitting at the end of it. “X” marks the spot. We had to crawl the whole way up through the level, but we got to the top – this floor, in fact – and there was the cure. Sitting pretty and packaged in nice, neat crates right over there. [He motions to the back of the department floor.] Like someone had designed the whole thing to go down that way. Of course, we had to fight off the manticores to get there...

[He comes back to himself after the explanation, tossing a casual smile in the other man’s direction.] You’ve probably heard all of that already, though, working in this place day in and day out. [Or maybe he hasn’t. There aren’t that many old-timers around anymore, after all.]

Edited (reply from email o999) 2014-11-24 19:03 (UTC)