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[oranginavariant]

[Inside Yuriev's lab, there is a new resident fiddling with a small laboratory centrifuge.]

Honestly father, I'm surprised you're able to get any work completed with such antiquated equipment.

((Intro post! Feel free to be walking by, or to randomly get sucked in by camp. Because... why not? ALSO, please check out this post if you haven't!))

Comments

[thedrisinu]

Occasionally, there is better technology to be scavenged, but it is slim pickings most of the time, I'm afraid.

[oranginavariant]

Have you been unsuccessful in requesting shipments from the Director?

[thedrisinu]

The director provides what she sees to be the basics, but...[gestures at the rack]...sometimes we disagree on what these basics are.

[oranginavariant]

It's odd to imagine someone would requisition someone for such an occupation, then not be more accommodating.

[I'm glad to see you're well.]

[brokenclover]

Father?

[oranginavariant]

Hello. Can I help you with anything?

Yes; Doctor Yuriev is my genetic father.

[brokenclover]

. . . I just stopped by to visit Yuriev-sensei. I'll leave if I'm in the way, though.

[oranginavariant]

There are places to sit, if you wish. Is camp treating you well?

[durandork]

... hi nana

[durandork]

Uhm...

[durandork]

. . .

[oranginavariant]

Hello, Rubedo. I see you're still alive and well.

[durandork]

C-Citrine?!

[oranginavariant]

Why so surprised?

[bumpetysplat]

[MIS-POOF!]

-----aaaah, I am sorry! I was aiming for the mess hall.

[durandork]

--Kurt!

[bumpetysplat]

...allo Jr. Where am I?

[durandork]

Somewhere I'm sure you wouldn't want to be.