a day in the life of Katherine Kirschenbaum

[diatomic_life]

8:00 AM While Katherine Kirschenbaum doesn't think she's necessarily the best at chess, she tends to win a lot. Tournament chess she'd be no good at, simply because her main chess strategy has absolutely nothing to do with the game itself. She's well above average at the actual game, able to read five or six moves ahead, but really, the way she

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Here, have a Doyle to prod and poke at! :D

[halfhuman_hero]

Doyle was having a rather good night. He'd drunk his weight in several kinds of alcohol after winning some money on the horses. There was beer, malt liquor, scotch and then came the tequila and the sambucca shots. Oh dear god, the sambucca shots. Why? Dear god WHY?!

He doesn't remember much after he stumbled out the club. He remembers the blurry and flashing lights of the city at night and the sounds of the world around him, the roar of cars, the hum of the power wires overhead. He remembers being slumped against a streetlight, eyes squeezed shut as he fights for his balance.

And then he feels something against his lips, against his teeth and he feels even more dizzier. And then it's all black.

When he finally wakes up, he's extremely hungover. He feels like he's been hit by a bus, or two. His head pounds painfully, threatening to break his skull open. A low groan escapes his lips, everything aches. Did he fall asleep in the bath again? No... no wait, it's not cold. It's usually cold in the bathroom. What he also notices is the

eeee she's so happy!

[diatomic_life]

Kat just tilts her head at Doyle, giving him a smile. She's sitting a chair backwards, just watching him. "You woke up," she says, cracking her knuckles. After a moment of debate, she stands, pushing the chair to the side and walking over to him.

She pokes him with her foot, wondering how quickly he'll metabolize the sedative. She won't be able to get any decent readings off of him if he's not entirely awake.

"The headache is probably due to the inordinate amount of alcohol you felt the need to consume," she points out. "Of course, the sedative I gave you also tends to have a small side effect of muscle pain. It keeps you from bouncing up and out of my apartment, see?"

<3

[halfhuman_hero]

Doyle groans again, squinting at what probably isn't but definitely feels like harsh daylight. He freezes slightly at the sound of a woman's voice and turns his head in the direction from where it came. His first instinct was that he probably hooked up with someone. But that doesn't explain being tied up. Unless she's really kinky. Oh boy..

He makes a noise of disproval when she prods him and frowns up at her. "Oi, listen darlin'... I don't know what your game is - but bondage ain't my thing," he complains, his voice thick and a usually light and playful Irish accent now heavy and low.

Doyle's expression turns serious, "So just untie me and I'll be stumbling out and on me merry little way, alright?"

[diatomic_life]

"I'm not into bondage either," Kat says, tucking her hair behind her ear as she studies him. She really should have put it back in ponytails before starting her work. In fact, she decides, she'll do that right now. It's not like there isn't a mirror three feet away that she can go stand in front of and take care of that. "Really, I don't have much time for sex in general. See, there are just more important things in life, no matter what most people think. I've never gotten that obsession. Now, I'm not gonna lie and say that I've never been interested in someone -- because I have. My work's just always been my primary focus

[destroytheother]

If Josef knew he had a special ring tone, he'd bug Kat about knowing what it was.

Then again, it never really feels like Kat's bugging him. Josef hates a lot of the population, sure, but there are people he genuinely likes and Kat's one of them. And so, it's 4:00 pm and there is a Josef.

He doesn't have a project to work on, either.

He might be a little bored. This might not bode well for others. "Care to play?"

[diatomic_life]

Josef probably would not be as amused as she is by the fact that Josef's ring tone is, in fact, Caramelldansen. She thinks it's appropriate. Then again, Kat's sense of humor tends to be quite lacking.

"Oh gosh, I would," Kat gushes at him, sounding slightly desperate. "Today has been so boring."

And then there are sad eyes because Kat hates her life and everything's boring and everyone's dumb.

"Also, my lab has an angry vampire rabbit in it."

How, exactly, Kat is finding her day boring is lost on the narration.

[destroytheother]

The narration is amused to no end. Josef, however, is not. He would be offended for life if he were made aware of the fact. It is probably for best that he isn't.

"And that just won't do for a woman like you," he quips lightly, slipping his hands into the pockets of his blazer.

Sad eyes don't work on Josef, Kat. Your glee when torturing pet projects is what works on Josef.

"How'd you end up with an angry vampire rabbit in it?" he asks, opening the door and stepping back so Kat can walk outside first. If they're to find a project, they're going to have to explore what the streets of Chicago have to offer them today.

[diatomic_life]

Kat pulls her sunglasses out of her purse, putting them on as she steps outside. Today may turn out to be interesting after all! That would make her so happy.

"I'm glad you agree with me," she says. Her hair is starting to fall out of her pigtails at this point, mostly because she's been scampering about town, trying to find something to focus on. "I tend to hold myself to very high enjoyment standards. You do like to spoil me, though. As for the angry vampire rabbit..."

She laughs, shaking her head. "I guess I poked it too hard. I didn't know what else to do with it. I guess I could have, you know, experimented on it, but it was too cute to experiment on. And now it's all sulky and thumping around my office. I guess I should have been nicer to it."

How the rabbit got angry was probably not what Josef was after, but Kat's in an odd mood.

"What kind of cuisine do you think we should go after today? I'm getting bored of angel."

[ocptmycpt]

Jim's ambling through Grant Park purposely before he comes upon the chess area. He didn't really have a destination in mind; he just wanted to go out for a damn walk now that he's got his wings more-or-less sorted. They're hidden away right now (an act that took a good ten minutes and left him jonesing for a cup of coffee), though the ache in his shoulder blades is getting a bit intense. He figures he's got one or two hours before he has to head back and let them loose. When he's got more practice, he might be able to keep them hidden away longer. But for now, an hour or two is all he has

[diatomic_life]

"That's the whole point of setting it up isn't it?" Kat asks, giving him a big grin. "I mean, if I wanted to play puzzles with myself all day long, I wouldn't have to play hooky and skip out on work. I could just do it in my lab. It's not like they ever watch me."

Whoops. Already saying too much. Oh well. It's not like if he doesn't become a real problem she can't take him out. That really needs to stop being her solution to slowly losing her filter.

That filter used to be so much better. Of course going from working on the black market to a much more legitimate terrorist organization has lessened her need for a filter. Whatever. It's all good. She's not worried. It's not like she's even seen her boss in months.

[ocptmycpt]

Jim raises his eyebrow at the sudden chatter but isn't deterred. After all, he is prone to oversharing himself on occasion. Especially when hyped up on too many cups of coffee. "S'pose so," he agrees as he takes a seat. "Lab? Are you some type of scientist?"

Taking Jim out might be a little harder than Kat expects. He has this annoying tendency of somehow managing to escape from every deadly scenario he's thrown into. No one really knows why. Drop him in a minefield laden with mines and you'll come back to find them all detonated and Jim cheerfully waving at you from across the way.

He'll probably also be missing one or two limbs but y'know. That's a bit better off than you'd expect for someone dropped in a minefield.

Jim's happy to see he got white (its his color of choice) and he slides a pawn forward. "My name's Jim, by the way. Jim Kirk."

[diatomic_life]

Kat's just generally of the assumption that she can take out just about whomever she wants. This is probably not true.

"Chemist," she says, more than happy to have black herself. Well, she's not really that picky about who gets what color; generally, when she's playing chess it has a lot less to do with the actual game and a lot more to do with the games she's playing. "Mostly neurochemistry, as of late, but I develop all sorts of different drugs and serums."

She tilts her head at the name; it's kind of hard to miss. "Dr. Kirschenbaum," she says, holding out a hand. "New to Chicago, are we?"