01-10-2015, 09:30 AM
Torri locked herself away in a side room where she could sit in peace, out of view of the chaos and threats. A geneticist by training, she was cross-referencing comparison patterns between several of the subjects and the two known magicians whose data she had already. Michael's wasn't identified by name, of course, and she'd taken precautions to ensure the second individual's wasn't identified by anything other than a code. She'd copied the file, stolen it essentially, when she had the brief clearance to do so in DV. It gave her valuable information, but now she was using the beads-on-a-string view to distract herself. Maybe a cup of tea would help return her to normalcy. Yes, a cup of tea would feel very normal indeed.
Hours later, the remnants of two empty teacups were left behind and Torri had not obtained much of anything useful in her analysis. The others were handling the sorting, filing, and storage of massive amounts of biodata collected all day. Their long-range sensors built into the ceilings practically turned every room into an experimental box and the humans walking about inside into their very own lab rats. She'd see an initial report by the end of the night and spend a few hours after lights-off to study it, but until then, she was in a different frame of mind.
She turned when someone knocked on the door. It was Lisel, leaning in around the doorframe, "Torri, you alright? What was that down there?"
Torri rubbed her eyes, "I wanted answers from him. Reassurances. Commander Vellas gave me the best he had."
Lisel didn't buy it, but neither did she press for a better explanation. "He asked me to give you a message. He's staying here until further notice,"
she didn't sound pleased. Torri understood why. Where in the world would he sleep? The doctor's suite was full, every bunkbed occupied.
"He wants to stay with his recruits? Then he can stay with them. Give him the room emptied yesterday when Subject 7DPP1-4 died."
She turned to reassign the status of the room for Michael Vellas. He wanted to stay here, then he was going to stay on her terms. That meant subjecting himself to all the other sensors just like one of the regular ascendants.
Lisel chuckled, "alright, but you're telling him yourself."
Torri didn't mind.
Lisel was on her way back to the screening rooms when she passed the Sigma flagging one of their own. Torri was in high demand, it seemed. So she pointed out the way by which Marcus could find her. "Take a right at the end of the room, second door on the left."
Hours later, the remnants of two empty teacups were left behind and Torri had not obtained much of anything useful in her analysis. The others were handling the sorting, filing, and storage of massive amounts of biodata collected all day. Their long-range sensors built into the ceilings practically turned every room into an experimental box and the humans walking about inside into their very own lab rats. She'd see an initial report by the end of the night and spend a few hours after lights-off to study it, but until then, she was in a different frame of mind.
She turned when someone knocked on the door. It was Lisel, leaning in around the doorframe, "Torri, you alright? What was that down there?"
Torri rubbed her eyes, "I wanted answers from him. Reassurances. Commander Vellas gave me the best he had."
Lisel didn't buy it, but neither did she press for a better explanation. "He asked me to give you a message. He's staying here until further notice,"
she didn't sound pleased. Torri understood why. Where in the world would he sleep? The doctor's suite was full, every bunkbed occupied.
"He wants to stay with his recruits? Then he can stay with them. Give him the room emptied yesterday when Subject 7DPP1-4 died."
She turned to reassign the status of the room for Michael Vellas. He wanted to stay here, then he was going to stay on her terms. That meant subjecting himself to all the other sensors just like one of the regular ascendants.
Lisel chuckled, "alright, but you're telling him yourself."
Torri didn't mind.
Lisel was on her way back to the screening rooms when she passed the Sigma flagging one of their own. Torri was in high demand, it seemed. So she pointed out the way by which Marcus could find her. "Take a right at the end of the room, second door on the left."