where do you go, my lovely

[strivingupward]

Roxis Rosenkrantz has had a very confusing couple of months. He had been about to graduate from Al-Revis Academy as a licensed and certified alchemist, when suddenly he found himself under a spaceship in a world full of sparkling crystal towers and machines that move at terrifying speeds. This has been kind of cool, but he's still aching at the

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[diatomic_life]

Roxis may be trying to work, but you see, Kat hasn't had anyone to randomly burst in on and start rambling at in like, a year.

Except for that one other scientist on the floor, but she's pretty sure she scared him away. Or something. It's hard to tell what actually happened. He's just never in his lab anymore.

"...like small cats nesting in a tree," she says, flailing her arms. Yes, she was already mid sentence when she walked in. It's not like she actually expects Roxis to listen to what she's saying. "All I expected was for her to just up and I don't even know. Is it really too much to ask her not to bother me every day? I know she doesn't know that my job pretty much has no schedule, or maybe she has realized that and that's why -- you know, carbon is pretty. Maybe I should just play with that."

[strivingupward]

"Who does?" He hasn't given up on trying to follow her ramblings, possibly because he doesn't know anyone else he could talk to.

He shakes his head. "Wait, forget that question. Kat, do you know of anyone who works the way I do, with a cauldron? I used to have a friend who was amazing with tiny bombs--" by which he means bombs at all, or, really, anything explosive or inflammable, "--but I don't think I can ask the questions I need unless I can talk to someone who works in my style."

He also wants to ask if there are other restaurants in Chicago besides the one across the street, but he's afraid that if he asks her another question, the important one won't get answered. She doesn't talk that coherently.

[diatomic_life]

"My mother," Kat says, then pauses, holding a finger up to her lips. "Is who I was talking about. She doesn't use a cauldron. In fact, she doesn't really like science at all. Or bombs. She much prefers parties. Dinner parties. That kind of thing. She doesn't actually work at all. Just wanders around the house, thinking of parties to make, and whining at me about how I'm not having babies. I don't even want to know what she'd think I'd do with babies. Although, she also thinks I work for the FBI, but that's beside the point. But no, my mother doesn't work with cauldrons and I don't really know anyone who does. I mean, you could always ask questions, but really I don't know if anyone can ever answer anything you need to know around here. I was talking to one of the aides the other day, and they didn't even know the basics of what I needed them to know about subatomic structure. It was frustrating, let me tell you."

Kat's life is so hard.

[strivingupward]

Roxis doesn't know about subatomic structure either, but he nods. Well, he'll just have to hope someone answers his advertisement.

"In that case, do you know if there is another restaurant in town besides the one across the street?" He has no idea how large Chicago is. "I'd like to try going someplace else, if there is one." He wonders if it will be far away. He wonders if she'll have to drive him on that terrifyingly fast bike, and adds, "Only if it's not too far out."