I am cold against your skin, you are perfectly reflected [forward-dated to Thurs]

[allmydiredreams]

[OOC: Pretend this totally happens Thursday; I just won't be around during the day tomorrow so I figured I'd throw it up here now. :)]

The Crown Fountain is one of the few things about the weird amalgamation that is Grant and Millenium Park that hasn't been destroyed, by some miracle. It's still there, the extra-large faces still spitting out

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[diatomic_life]

Kat doesn't even notice Kaden's mild stare when she invades his space. There are more important things to going on. While she's not the most socially aware person in the world (hah), she was taught manners at one point in her life. They just never stuck. Which is half the reason she almost got kicked out of high school. After biting her assistant principal, they said one more strike and she was gone. Oops. She learned to be a very good girl after that. It didn't stick very long.

She blinks slowly at the sparrow at it cheerps at her.

When she does become the subject of the Fuchizaki Stare© she actually notices.

"Nah, that's not really that interesting," Kat says, rolling her eyes. "It's just a neurotoxin that works on angels better than humans and slowly destroys people's ability to form memories, followed by their senses, until it gets down into the language centers. Oh! And then it destroy's people's ability to feel localized pain, but makes them feel pain all over! ...and then it kills them. It kills angels in about, oh, say, two weeks? It kills humans, too, but it takes them like, six weeks of excruciating pain to die. ... probably shouldn't have let that get out of my lab, hm."

Either this person will think she's nuts (WHICH APPARENTLY A LOT OF PEOPLE DO ANYWAY) and edge away now, or they'll realize she's a genius and give her her due credit. Kat can't believe that people who trap struggling birds really care too much what she does in her own private lab. ...that's private.

Well, until you make Pigeon Zero.

"But I'm sure you do way more interesting things than get bored and make genocide in a vial."

[doyoulikecake]

The stare doesn't change whatsoever, though the headtilt untilts, when Kat goes on the ramble about the pigeon. It's mildly alarming -- though not entirely surprising, this being Chicago and all -- that there's something like that out there. He makes a mental note to never attempt to catch pigeons, not knowing how this is transmittable. His own mortality is something he'd like to not have to face for another good hundred years or so. Maybe longer than that.

"Can't say that I do," he says. He, unlike Kat, is pretty good at shutting up about his work; he has to do it often enough. Hey, at least he doesn't think she's crazy. Or, well, too crazy. "So is there a particular reason your boredom jumps instantly to 'painful death', or is your lab filled with things like that?" he asks. Yeah, he caught on to her prying -- it's not like she was being subtle about it -- but he's going to ignore that for now.

[diatomic_life]

"My lab? No, this didn't come from my lab," Kat says. "Well it did. Kind of. It's hard to explain. Part of it's mine. The other part is from a dead person who is pretty awesome. Well, she started the angelic DNA targetting stuff and I just built on it in her memory. So really, this is more of memoir." Kat nods furiously as she talks, flailing slightly, which only scares the poor bird more.

"And my boredom doesn't always just to painful death. I created a way to get affordable clean energy from algae once, although some shady company bought up all the rights to that before I could offer it to more legit sources. Was probably big coal. I have no idea. I just make stuff and people buy it. It's not like I have any control over any of that. But you've got to admit that curing cancer gets boring, yanno?"

[doyoulikecake]

The stare quickly goes from blank into bemusement, though inwardly Kaden's still very much in scientist mode. And while he's not sure that this woman would really notice if he kept staring like that, well, other people would. And there's enough other people going up and down these steps for him to keep up that facade. He's not that far gone.

"How sweet of you," he says flatly, turning his attention back to the bird for a few seconds and shifting it around in his hands so he has a better grip on it. "Though despite the memorial intentions, I think I'll be avoiding pigeons from now on."

The stare melts into a smile, albeit a weird one, like he's keeping a secret. "Wouldn't know personally," he says, "but I'd imagine it'd be very boring indeed. Anatomy was really more my forte." He spreads one of the bird's wings out, as if to demonstrate, feeling each of the bones under his fingers. Wondering which to snap, if any. Wondering what else this woman does.