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"Be careful, my dear, of what lies underneath this island," the doctor murmured before sighing. "You'll be granted an exploration fund, anything more extensive with require the cooperation of the other divisions. Make a sound case and there's a chance you may receive it. Next."

The doctor smiled at Sherry, clearly pleased. "Of course my dear. Mr. Worth will set aside funding and equipment for your use." He paused for a moment before adding, "While this will likely require cooperation from other divisions, do try to limit the number of Death hunters involved. I hear they're very busy."

He gestured for the next proposal to begin.

Lawrence listened to the proposals of those gathered and saw no reason that despite being new to the division and trainee rank that he could not propose his own investigations. Waiting patiently until Felicia was through, he stood to his full unimpressive stature and said in a casual sort of way. "I would just like to state my interest pardner in proceeding in cosmetic research and human fear interaction if at all possible. Ways to induce weapons to reverse scarring and so on and so forth. It would have practical applications for both morale and the more unfortunate maiming cases." he smiled cordially and bowed his head in deference. "Of course I understand I would not be permitted access to live subjects at present, I merely request some access to the literature presently available pertaining to these subjects."

Chantelle had been watching the man talk with an expression which in no words at all said that she thought he was absolutely full of himself. When he was done, she stood and batted her eyelashes at H, giving him her biggest smile (she had worked extra hard on her makeup just for this meeting, for him)

"I like." and she bit her lower lip. "I don't know what I'd like to do, like I like working in the infirmary but like, I need to think of ways to like..spread my wings. Maybe I could write a book, a book about Life division. About the bad people and the good people. Maybe I could study vampires!"

This seemed to give her an idea and she sat down again, stealing a bit of Mikael's paper to write.

Mikael, evicted form his chair and still shaking with fear at the proximity of his father and clasping a pencil as if it was the last remaining lifeline he possessed stood, giving H a big, blue and frightened stare.

"I just want to build sandcastles." he said in a tiny voice.

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Dwight continued to studiously avoid meeting Felicia's eyes, toying with his paperwork until she sat down again. The doctor seemed pleased with her proposal though and nodded, "I believe there's several bases that would prove useful to you and visa versa."



Lawr got a brief, "That is acceptable."

Chantelle received an indulgent look and, "I'll have a typewriter delivered to your room. I understand they're quite in, these days."

Chin resting on hand, the doctor considered Mik's request and finally nodded. "I believe it's time you learned how to apply runes to constructs, my boy. You'll learn how to build a great many things that won't wash away the tide."



Gravely nodding the doctor offered, "I'll see that a spray bottle and air horn are delivered to your room. You'll find them useful in breaking up unseemly hallway displays."

Oliver stood up shakily. Somewhere amongst his colleagues there was no doubt a betting pool on whether he would throw up in front of the room or pass out completely, but for now he managed to take a deep breath without doing either.

"P-please allow me to perform a supervised study to investigate how we interact with our weapon bond at a neurological level, using brain imaging and cooperative cognitive tasks." The nervous, freckled boy leaned forward to offer a sheet of paper, a brief summary of the proposed research and it's methods. The paper fluttered lightly in his trembling hand before he set it down. "A-a more detailed description is available a-at your request."

"I-I would require volunteers who maintain a cooperative and verbally communicative relationship with their weapon, and access to fMRI machines and weapon golems. I already have a full hunter within the division who has reviewed my proposal and is willing to supervise my work." Although Oliver had managed to get this far with minimal stammering and no catastrophic nervous meltdowns, it was beginning to look like those with their money put on passing out might have the upper hand. As intelligent as he was, he had no confidence for presentation, and a terrible fear of rejection.

Oliver felt a chill run up his spine, but maintained his nervous focus.

As he sat next to Kiki, Ever fidgeted and wriggled to root around in his back pocket until he found several rumpled-and-folded sheets of paper. He worried at them while other people talked, his cocky mockery fading to something a little bit worried, a little uncertain, trying to flatten them -- quietly -- against one knee.

He didn't have much, and he hadn't been sure he even really wanted to put himself out there. When he stood, it was a jerky gesture, almost like he was fighting against his own body: coming to his feet and jerking an uncomfortable look around him as he did. He held up the papers.

"I'm, um. I've been working on this horseman rune stuff, but we need more..." He rolled a hand, papers fluttering as he did. "I think maybe I could come up with enough words we understand to string'em together into a sentence, and...and maybe put them somewhere conspicuous in the HH. Maybe I can cultivate a...a penpal, to get a bit more information."

It sounded stupid. He shifted, sat down all at once, and then stood again. "Oh. I don't need funding. Just permission, I guess, since it kind of sounds like consorting with the enemy, and also maybe tips our hand, just a bit."

A beat -- and again, he sat.