Contact Information:
Player:
White Mage, aka Aly

Email:
wise.serpents.harmless.doves@gmail.com

AIM:
crystalcatalyst1

Application to MS_Elegante

Anon is on, logging is off, screening is on (can be turned off if you request) constructive criticism and concerns are always welcome.

[Lucrecia takes a few gasping breaths, struggling to eke out some words. She sounds more like a bleating lamb than top scientist. Yay for botulism! Feel free to come by her room and mock her. Though she'll mostly sit and glare.]

S'm'ne... help?

Water... ... ... pl'se...

... ... I's... so... hates... Hate.

[Lucrecia sounds a lot lighter than she feels.]

So I haven't seen any pitchforks or torches at my door. Just a... shadow. Haha.

Anyway, I was thinking that...

Well, this world is just--no, existence... existence is a funny thing. I...

[She's silent for a long time.]

Guess I didn't have anything to say after all. I'm, I'm sorry to bother you

[Lucrecia is sitting out on a deck chair sunning herself as she flips through her notes.  She has decided she's had the very craziest dreams lately, but it's all over now. Best way out of the agony of it? Work work work! There's a list of names on one page, and she's slowly crossing a few out. With a sigh, she finally circles one, then sends out a ( Read more... )

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... Though retracing the particular physics necessary for such a base level shift in genetics--and it must go to the quantum level to permeate all the physiological changes necessary to be that convincing--this would be something ( Read more... )

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[There's a nice, bold chuckle that is very unLucy. In fact, it is very unfemale. The newly minted Dr. Lucien Crescent, breaker of hearts and lazy scientific prodigy has arrived.]

So... will the lucky lady I've apparently been sharing a room with mind trading me a few of these skirts for, say, a pair of pants?

I mean, it's not that I'm so selfish as ( Read more... )

[Lucrecia woke this morning to find she had been sleeping standing up. What's more her labcoat and usual attire have disappeared, replaced by some strange white dress. And her body! All these new scars and stretch marks. Except... they're old. A dim echo in her mind knows why. She finally founds a voice that creaks and groans like her vocal cords ( Read more... )

Hello, everyone! Say, anyone know where I can find a good deal on some wholesale viral protein jackets?

[She laughs a little too easily at her own joke.]

Kidding, kidding. [Not really.]

Anyway, I hear we have new people again. Tsk. I still don't know all the 'old' people here: now I'm just that much further behind.

Panda, if and when you see this, I ( Read more... )