Anyone entering Contagion at pretty much any time of the day that Topher isn't eating or fitfully sleeping will see him hovering around an odd sort of
chair, inputting settings on the touchpad at the head of the chair simply to run diagnostics. He'd been doing everything he could to make sure it wasn't completely ruined, except for running actual imprints.
Now, Topher's moving on to a bigger test. He's got Victor in the chair, and the two of them are more at ease there than they have been since waking up. This is normal, and Topher never thought he'd be saying this but Victor's stupid smile when he'd asked him if he wanted a treatment actually made him happy.
"Okay, here we go. It's like, fourth down and-- other sports metaphors that make sense. Let's hit a homer!" The chair hums with power as Topher queues up an imprint and the little corner he found his tech in glows a bit blue.
[ooc: light godmoding permissions on Victor from Kristi, but let us know if you'd like to interact with any imprints ^^]