[Dr. Yumeno is sitting in the waiting room of a small and empty clinic this morning, rolling a smooth glass ball between his hands on the coffeetable. He's restocked a few of the magazines. He's cleaned the fishtank. He's still on duty, and running out of things to do to keep himself preoccupied from his own thoughts]

It's another slow morning at ( Read more... )

[At 9:25 am, an anonymous text flashes briefly across several networks, among them the one intended for newcomers.]

At pater infēlix, nec iam pater,
"ubi es? quā tē regiōne requīram, Īcare?"

[At 2:17pm, there's a still and solemn quiet, and then a careful, ponderously deliberate voice, so much more painstakingly chosen than most of his time and words ( Read more... )

It's not uncommon to pose open hypothetical questions over the network- I know that happens quite often, and some of you probably tire of it. Feel free to skip this one, then, if there is anything more pressing on your time.

My working colleagues have yet again made lively and intelligent discussion of the morning carpool, and so I've spent the ( Read more... )

[In the hesitance before he even opens his mouth to say a single word, Dr. Yumeno's eyes show that there is something uprooted and disturbed beneath the steady surface. He doesn't look directly at the camera, blinking too often, his breath too carefully measured. There's a detached hollowness, a strained and deliberately even pacing to his speech, ( Read more... )

Well done, Miss Asano. [A fresh faced young man in a white coat is seated in a Womb Chair on rollers. His holobook NV is open in his lap, but there's a over-sized desk with a large computer flatscreen before him, and a copy of the daily newsfeed visible along with other open files. The rest of his apartment has been stripped down bare, packed up.]  ( Read more... )

[There's a sort of yanking motion as the NV turns on and starts recording. It's a bedroom, neatly kept and elegant, with a big, comfy bed, rumpled with a rather familiar dark-haired, noticeably unclothed and dozing. The voice (and the slight glow originating from behind the NV) is recognizable as Franz d'Epinay's. Cultured, precise, and more than ( Read more... )

Nearly a month after the whole trouble started, a very expensive veterinary drug finally appears on the market to treat those cats plagued by that strange, pained behavior after siren. From what I hear behind closed doors (the latest intern gossip), the cure's been ready for weeks now, linked to a project in development prior to the disease even ( Read more... )

[This is a living-room/study of very modernist sensibilities, and the small, younger man in scrubs who is seated in the egg chair with his NV propped up seems a bit- ...there's something off, if you have a fair, close read on body language. There's something slightly strained, or tired, or just resigned.

But Daedalus has contained himself once more ( Read more... )

[Cooled, clinical, and concerned, but with a plain-spoken clarity that comes from one used to addressing things professionally.]

As some of you may have seen in the news, the feral and stray domesticated cat population is booming in the northeastern sectors, and several have been reported showing signs of unusual pain and distress during the night ( Read more... )

[There's a brief flash of chrome, linoleum and the blue cotton sleeve of scrubs, before video is swapping out for audio only.

But there's a constant background sizzle, chatter and the clink of plates and coffee cups that's still telling of his location]

And it's back to debating birthing ethics over short stacks and omlettes... (which they must see ( Read more... )