Jack Hawthorn please report to Dr. H's office at 1200
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Chelsea Craft please report to Dr. H's office at 1200
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Ian Rahal-Nazari please report to Dr. H's office at 1200
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Shiloh Parrish please report to Dr. H's office at 1200
The office door would be open upon their arrival. As far as offices go, it was more executive than medical, though a few curiosities littered the bookcases. Notably, a pair of hands in a glass case, one a skeletal black, the other a pale, nearly white, blue. At his desk, the doctor was surrounded by various folders and maps, his reading glasses low on the tip of his nose, an untouched tea service nearby.
Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 6:52 am
It was one of the rare occasions that Jack had gotten actually decent sleep. When he woke up later than usual (8:00am), somehow he knew the change would put in motion a series of events that would forever change his day. That was what happened when the routine was upset.
(( Dear one, you are very dramatic! )) Owain had chuckled as they went about.
But who was chuckling when the text came, hmm? Jack made himself look as proper as possible and arrived promptly at 11:50am with a mug of fresh dark coffee, alert and eager despite his neutral expression. He hen dawdled for five minutes before moving forward. "Good afternoon, sir," he said to his leader as he entered, his head turning about to examine every inch of H's office with curiosity; this was the first time he had been there. The hands intrigued him and that was were his gaze kept falling. "Are those human or Halloween?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 3:50 pm
Milo was in his room, staring oddly fascinated at the conversations going along on twitter when his phone chimed away about text messages. As a normal person would do, he went to check it but then narrowed his eyes in a rather confused manner. Why, he wasn't Chelsea. Huh, maybe their numbers were close or something...
He began tapping away.
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text to Chelsea Hey, ZyuPink! Got a message that was meant for you ~ You need to report to Doctor H's office at 1200. Haha, you do something bad?
Though, he really couldn't say he knew Doctor H well enough, or at all really, to know if this was a negative thing. But, still fun to jest. Mission complete, he opened the twitter app up once again and continued his back reading.
Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 4:08 pm
Chel arrived somewhat late, haggardly panting in the doorway. She'd literally run across the island from the training fields to Dr. H's office when the text was received from Milo.
< It is statistically unlikely that Dr. H has requested your presence for the amalgam of crimes you have committed and more likely that- >
CAN IT, NERD.
When she arrived at the office, she slammed through the door with enough force to knock over a training dummy, but instead of a dummy she hurdled into Jack's backside. After shaking her head a bit she looked at the Doctor and said, "Look I didn't do it- or maybe I did- okay I did, but it was just a small prank and I don't think Dorian was actually that mad and I swear I won't do it again, it was just harmless fun like-"
She then realized that it was really strange that Jack would be here at her punishment (maybe he'd requested to be here, the jerk). It was also really strange that the Doctor looked so placid. Chel squinted, very suspicious of the whole situation. "This ... isn't about Dory, is it."
Oops.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 8:24 pm
The only thing Ian had heard about Dr. H was the following:
a) He was the Life Division leader.
b) He was the one who had podded Rep and Shiloh after That Time
and,
c) He was scary.
Ian wasn't entirely certain about the last one, considering he hadn't ever actually met the man, but it was still with a certain amount of wariness that he made his way towards the doctor's office with Shiloh beside him, Ian idly tugging at one of his sleeves.
There were already a few people there when he arrived; Jack received a slight smirk, Ian slanting his head towards the green haired man; Chelsea was here as well, and Ian smiled at her before he found a place to stand, leaning slightly to mutter to Shiloh, "Any idea what this is about?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 8:55 pm
Shiloh knew vastly little about the Doctor. Even if he had been his division lead, he commanded a sort of presence that didn’t invite or tolerate stupid questions, and certainly not any that threatened to probe beneath the surface of his enigma.
At least, that’s how Shiloh felt as he peeked into the office. He also felt a bit guilty, as he followed Ian inside, it being difficult to face his former leader when he was currently prostrating himself in front of another. It had been a matter of circumstance more than anything else, but it had still come to pass and so Shiloh slipped in quietly, hoping to avoid any awkward or potentially painful pleasantries. A nod was spared to Jack and a small wave of his fingers to Chel, before he settled into place half hidden behind Ian.
“None,” Shiloh whispered as quietly as he could, watching the other two, incredibly grateful that Chel wasn’t the strong silent type. While they commanded the initial conversation, he glanced about the room, his eyes eventually falling with curiosity on the hands that Jack had mentioned, and he elbowed Ian, nodding in their direction.
Setting down his pen, the doctor clasped his hands in front of him, giving Jack an even smile as he answered, "Both." Chel received a silent stare for several long, long moments until he gestured at the seats. "Sit down. You all look entirely too useless when standing around."
Sitting back in his own chair, he regarded each of them in turn before continuing, "Are any of you even vaguely familiar with Wonder Park or Daniel E. Whorl Sr?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 11:25 pm
Chel met the Doctor's stare, not with anger or joy- maybe a little confusion- but mostly with nothing at all. An absolutely blank stare at this man she could barely comprehend. How did he do that thing with a single glance? That wasn't human, that was for sure.
She did as she was told, not appreciating the adjectives she was given, but not energetic enough to argue with them. She was at least glad that the Doctor had given them moderately comfy chair. From another perspective they probably weren't anything special, but on the island Chel found it hard to find average, non-runic'd-by-the-lab-tech chairs.
"Never heard of 'em. Is it like an abandoned theme park? I got sent to one of those- not fun." As she was speaking the words, she shot Jack a look like if you tell I will kill you. Considering she was getting the "shut up" vibe from the universe, she instead looked to the others for some assistance on this "Wonder Park."
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 7:11 pm
Jack managed not to spill his coffee when Chel smacked against him (too many years of drinking the stuff had made him aware of how to prevent messes). She was given a half-lidded look of annoyance as the cup returned to his lips, followed by a slight inclination of his head to Ian and Shiloh. "Gentlemen," he greeted before taking a sip of coffee.
The stuff put him in a good mood; he could have used a gay slur instead. (The way friends did, of course, the way friends did.)
Owain muttered his theories on how something could be both, to which Jack simply said to keep it down about until they were finished (outlan--intriguing as the giant's theories ended up being). It was puzzling to him why they in particular were called, up until Dr. H asked his question. Mission time. Jack took a seat as directed, comfortable even directly across from his leader, and mulled it over. Neither name seemed to be ringing a bell to him, and he had taken it upon himself to pour over what his rank allowed him when time allowed.
"No, sir," he answered, feeling this was rhetorical in nature. Catching Chel's look, a corner of his mouth lifted as a quiet threat in return: anything Jack liked usually was a bad sign. "Are they affiliated with a particular outpost?"
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Shiloh didn't think that sitting down was going to make him look anymore useful, a point proven when the doctor posed his question, and Shiloh shook his head as he took his seat.
"No, sir."
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 10:44 pm
"The lovely thing about low expectations is that one is so very rarely disappointed," the doctor drawled, pulling out four folders and handing one to each hunter. Inside the folder were maps, profiles of several men, a few current hunters labelled as survivors, and a dry detailing of the events that occurred last spring at the themepark's assessment visit. The part Deus played in it was minimized greatly, more clean up than anything.
"Read through this now, if you please. While you won't be going to this particular location, you will be visiting one quite similiar."
Ian took the documents with a vaguely suspicious expression, but skimmed through them anyway, flipping page by page. He set them down after he was done and resisted the urge to sigh, Ian shifting in his chair.
"Looks...interesting."
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 9:50 pm
The drawl of the doctor was music to his ears, familiar and cozy in the background as he investigated the folder's contents. Most of it was already sending Jack into a whirl of questions (and Owain into something more frenzied and excitable), but it was the mention of Moore and Wickett that really had his brows arching with surprise. So they weren't simply lives given a second chance in the alternate universe.
Interesting, given what his other self and Moore had discussed in the other universe.
"Cool," he muttered, grinning like a cat. "Cool cool cool." Jurassic Park meets Supernatural. Nice."Scouting job?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 10:00 pm
Chel's eyes widened as the packets of paper were handed to her. There was a momentary look at Jack as if to say help, but they both knew she was s**t out of luck. It wasn't like he could sit there and read all the words to her like a bedtime story.
There was a tiny respite when she realized there were a few pictures. Men she didn't know and a park that looked very Jurassic Park-y. Truthfully she would've liked to ride some of the dragons. That would be rad as hell.
She puzzled together what she could from the script, excluding all of the big words. Some kind of park was put together and somehow it didn't go so well. Well duh. She'd seen the movie, anyone could tell you that.
"So what's the plan, Stan?" she asked, wanting to discard the file as soon as possible. She wanted to work with her hands, not her mind!
