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[flood_architect]

Well, here's someone who's been gone for a while. 'Copernicus' is sitting at the nearest table, scrawling down notes about a rather odd creature that he has locked in a transparent box. It meeps at him angrily, waving its antennae

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[perfectedweapon]

Sherry smirks. "Most threats are laughable. I think the only time I'd really be scared is if it came from Kennedy or Red. Both have kills on my kind." She looked at the creature in the box and thought a moment.

"Because most companies are trying to get that buck that'll keep them going through the fiscal year. Even the company Uncle works for is doing it. Seriously, I hate the holiday just because of how commercial it is. Seems like everyone's forgotten the real meaning of the holiday isn't about the gifts." She sighed a little. "Reminds me I still have to get something for Dad too. Not that I'd be able to drag him out of the lab to enjoy it. He spent Thanksgiving pouring over some virus genom, even after I had cooked a huge meal."

[flood_architect]

Bonesaw shrugs a bit. "I just find it terribly inconvenient to have half of my head lopped off. It's annoying." The infection form apparently notices her - somehow - and meeps again, a good deal louder than the first time. He fixes a glare on it and it quiets.

"Humans are greedy; I shouldn't be surprised that consumers and companies are feeding each other's avariciousness. I simply find it ridiculous that stores are putting out Christmas trees when they are still offering pumpkins for carving." He cracks a smile, more friendly than vicious (a shocker for him), when she mentions labs and genoms. "One does have to love their job when it involves contagious diseases, I'm afraid. Do you know what virus it is that he's studying?"

[perfectedweapon]

"If you ask Dad, he'll say losing half a head's nothing." Mocking her father's voice she grins, "Try having a city fall on you."

Stopping her bad impersonation of her father she touched the box seeing if the tendrils would follow her fingers. "Oh I agree, soon we'll be seeing the crap all year round. I love the snow, but in small moderation thanks. Skiing in the Rockies, or Vermont, just as a weekend get away." She tucks the hair from her face. "I don't know. I don't care for the disease that much." She shook her head. "Not sure if he was puttering with the G-strain again or something else. It may have been Veronica, Because I heard him grumble about Alexia. Or as he puts it, the "inbred self-absorbed cow"." She shook her head. "Then again, he doesn't like women much. I'm amazed he actually married my mother. And no, it wasn't because I was on the way."

[flood_architect]

He chuckles, which ends with a sort of ragged cough. "Then he should try surviving armageddon; that is a pain. Not to mention sitting around afterwards and waiting on everything to evolve." There were a lot of years that were ridiculously boring for him.

They do indeed, and the meeps dissolve into a sort of tiny, high-pitched gurgling. "Oh, those do sound interesting. I'll have to look into those later. I work mostly with parasites myself, the one in the box in particular." He smiles again. "Well, he's done much better than other scientists, in that case; I've known a few who were practically married to their work, as it were, and ended up never having children."

[mr_v_and_mr_c]

"Annoying, isn't it?" sighs Mr. Croup. "I mean, really. Christmas is supposed to have a meaning besides shopping."

"I liked crucifying Jesus," Mr. Vandemar mutters.

[flood_architect]

"That was just a ridiculous takeover of a winter festival by monotheism," Bonesaw scoffs. "Besides, that's Easter."

[mr_v_and_mr_c]

Croup nods. "True. And anyway, it's not like he was born then. The callender has changed so many times since then it isn't even funny."

"Same with Easter," adds Vandemar, with his usual helpfulness.

[flood_architect]

Bonesaw shrugs. "Such is the nature of calendars; none of them measure time with any particular accuracy."

[random_xtras]

The six foot tall dark grey and green robot is built like a tank. He also looks like he's been drinking like one.

"The slag... this isn't the washracks...." He rubs bleary blue optics and then squints toward the questions. "No idea about the second one, but the first one would depend on who was saying it."

[flood_architect]

He'd almost think the robot looked like some new kind of sentinal... if he didn't know better. As it is, the infection form lets out a rather disappointed meep, since robots don't make for hosts.

"I believe you've gotten lost," he offers. "As to who's saying it... this sort of smallish, psychotic humanoid with wings. Likes to rip out eyeballs, apparently. Said his master was going to come after me with a flaming sword."

[random_xtras]

"Blrrth. Looks like it." He rubs his face again with a screeking of metal on metal, then scowls. "I'd probably go after him with a flaming gun. Optics are slagging expensive."

He looks around blearily, then helps himself to the nearest chair, ignoring its creaks. "Interesting bug."

Slightly missed the point, yes. But for one with a hangover from heck he's remarkably coherent, no?

[flood_architect]

Amazingly, Bonesaw doesn't cringe at the noise. "Flamethrowers are impractical. If I could get a hold of a modified fuel rod gun, however..."

He really rather impressed that someone with a hangover is managing to be this verbose at all. "Thank you. It's called a Flood infection form. Parasite."