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Wanted: Volunteers for scientific survey of Sacrosanct tech resource locations and salvage.

must be willing/able to traverse long distances unaided by teleporters
weapons training recommended
technical and/or medical training a bonus
credits/free food available

Interested parties please reply ASAP.

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Walking or otherwise moving withing a zone willingness and ability: Check. Since I haven't found a way to move between zones without teleports, I guess that would cover it.

Weapons training: Check. Extensive.

Technical training: a little bit. Mostly in the maintenance of weapons, but I can do basic stuffs on 21-century tech as well.

Willingness to get into any sort of trouble? Check.

When and where and what do you have in mind?

(And, George, you know I had to.)

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[ Somewhere, Georgia is sighing and shaking her head. But yeah, as soon as she saw the post, she knew this was inevitable. ]

I guess I'm in too, then. Everything he said goes for me as well, though the willingness to get in trouble is considerably more reluctant.

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Zombie training right? At least that's useful.

[Kim likes the Masons, she likes their approach to truth, their methodology with information control, the way they take contamination of space seriously. She likes a lot of things about them, least of all that they don't dismiss her because of her age, or her...personal quirks.]

You need to come to my lab. It's easier to explain in person.

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[Blinks for a moment, because he didn't know Kim, but hey. It's not like he's kept all of it off the generally shared network.]

Right. Ping me a location and we'll head over as soon as George is ready.

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[It was Kim who met and scanned the first George. She realized it at once when this new iteration came in with no memory- she'd seen it before, elsewhere, and also here. George had been...not a friend. But an ally, of sorts.

Nobody likes spore-induced song and dance routines, after all.]

Sure.

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On our way.

[ And off they go! Probably on George's new bike, because she loves that thing and will take any excuse to ride it, and before long they're slowing to a stop outside of the lab. ]

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[Dirt bike is awesome; he's missed the feel of George being in control over something this simple and complete, okay?]

You don't mind that I volunteered us?

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[ She smirks as she puts the kickstand down and swings off the bike. ] Please. I'd be worried if you hadn't.

[ She heads over to knock on the door, suddenly a little uncomfortable. The idea of walking into a stranger's lab is kind of unnerving for her at the moment. I WONDER WHY. ]

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Oh, good. [Grins.

And then is beside her, hand on her back, lightly.] You know, last time I was going to somebody's lab? I was pissed as hell at Becks and Mahir and Alaric and Maggie for not having shot me already on the way.

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[Which was when the intercom crackled to life.]

You know I can hear you out there, right?

[Seriously, she does not even care about weirdly close siblings or whatever you two are doing out there, but have some situational awareness you guys.]

I unlocked the door, come on in.

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[ Georgia glances up in the direction of the intercom, pauses, and then looks at Shaun. ]

If we end up drugged and wake up strapped to a table for some weird experiments when we walk through this door, I'm blaming you. For the record.

[ Yes, Kimiko, she knows she can hear that too. That's part of the fun. She does step through the door without (much) hesitation, though. Chances of actually being kidnapped and experimented on: low enough to risk it, Georgia figures. ]

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... but wouldn't that be fun! [Slight smirk.]

And yes, thank you. Any adventures on the way to the lab that we might be able to find? [At the intercom as he's passing by it.]

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[There's a cough of static, like someone's scoffed into the microphone which has handily interpreted it as interference.]

Just don't shoot anything and go through decontam like a normal person, okay?

[Normal is relative, and Kimiko is finally, after all this time, starting to shift her own version from 'other people' to herself. Crazy people do normal people things when the world is full of insanity. Normal is for the survivors.

Regardless of anyone's normalcy quotient the door is, in fact, an airlock. It seals with an expensive-sounding thuck behind them and the remainder of the room-sized mechanism goes about its business with all the usual sprays, pumps, gasses and indicators. When the lights turn green and everything's been cycled through and decontaminated the door on the other side unlatches itself and hangs loose. The bright lights in the airlock go out, giving way to the comfortably cave-like dimness that dominates the rest of the lab

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[ The decon procedure actually makes Georgia relax a little. Sure, no one here is concerned about live KA, for fairly good reason, but proper safety procedures still seem like the only safe, sane thing to do in a place like this. She finds herself wondering if she could talk Ross into helping them set up something like this at their own place...

Her eyebrows shoot up a little as she focuses on the interior of the lab. She can't say she isn't impressed, just by the sheer scale of the space and its contents. Her gaze snaps to Kimiko when she speaks, and she smiles a little. ] No, thank you. He'll take some, though.

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[Shaun brightened at the mere mention of decon; the offer of coffee has him practically beaming. Even if he has to squint in the dimness; then again, he's sort of used to lower light areas for George's sake, so.]

Thank you. Just tell me where, you don't need to get up.

[His mouth twists, kind of catching the misstep.] Right, so, since I haven't been around here before, I'm guessing you're the one who gave George the vaccine when we were singing, right? I didn't ask who it'd been, but that's my guess. I mean, it's not like we spend all that much time all alone, so... yeah.

[Shrugs. He's not usually the one having the insights, but then, George doesn't remember things, so he has to exert himself...]

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Correct.

[She tilts her chin down a little, as if examining him over a pair of invisible sunglasses, then points to a corner that is slightly less dim than others- an unsteady table under the burden of a pair of very expensive-looking probably-stolen espresso machines. With accompanying leaning tower of possibly-filthy coffee mugs, Bonus!]

Uh...hi.

[Faced with a new George and with Shaun being as invasive as he usually is...Kimiko momentarily forgets why she asked them here.]

OH! Uh- the project. [SCRABBLING FURIOUSLY] I'm. Building an observational array for. The. Teleporters. And I need supplies!