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 Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 5:24 am
Off to the side in the main lobby lurked another suspect: the dead man's intern, as played by Tate Konstantin, who actually didn't look that different from the usual and etymologically unsatisfactory. A buttoned-up lab coat and a nametag didn't really an intern make, after all. The protective goggles perched on her head kind of pinched, but Tate wanted to look slightly disgruntled anyway so maybe she could ignore it. To help, she shoved a pair of gloves into her pocket, the openings of which were plainly visible.
The story was pretty simple. "Why would I have done it," she asked, spreading her hands. "I don't even have my master's degree yet, I wouldn't have any idea of where to take that stupid machine. Sure, I did all the grunt work, but that doesn't mean I know how to fix it, just tighten a few bolts and screws here and there." She paused, hooking hair behind her ears and giving the group in front of her an irritated look. "Yeah, I was listed in his will, but it's not like that automatically makes me the murderer. I'm not the only one who stands to benefit, didn't his financial backer have some kind of insurance policy on that stupid machine? Or his wife on him?"
The brunette huffed and tossed her hair, then fussed with it for a minute. "Don't you have anything better to do than bother me? He had rivals coming out of his ears, there wasn't a day where one of them didn't come by. And they even wanted to use the machine for… whatever it was, a waste-powered engine or something?"
She shook her head. "You could really use it for something a lot better."
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 10:20 am
Gigi examined the mystery notebook, checking positions on the map and planning the most efficient way to handle her investigation. If she was quick and got her questions in fast, there was a good chance she could come back at the end to cross-check her facts before the time ran out. But only if she asked the right questions. ‘Where were you on the night of the murder’ was not really going to crack this case.
Far more cheerfully than the occasion called for, she headed over to the nearest suspect, the girl in the lab coat who had been identified as a ‘research assistant’. She listened to the speech, scribbling furiously in the little notebook.
“What would you use it for?” she asked, momentarily forgetting it was a shiny prop with no real abilities. “You actually worked on it? Like, today? You’re lucky to be alive, I mean, that could have been you! Did he test it before the demonstration?”
Then another idea occurred to her. “So hey, did you build it in here, or move it from a secret lab or something?”
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 12:08 pm
She gave the girl an up-and-down look, eyebrows lifted high and disappearing under her bangs. What would the intern have used it for? Well... whatever Tate could imagine. "People are always willing to pay a lot of money for other alterations to their body," said Tate. "Dr. Spektor wanted it to make him some kind of... Dr. Manhattan superclairvoyant, I guess, but anyone can tell you could use that to make yourself pretty rich pretty fast, don't you think?"
Rubbing the side of her face, she said, "Yeah, I worked on it today. I made some last-minute adjustments at his request, but he didn't test it after that because he was too busy arguing with that b***h." Did she have to spell out who the b***h was? Maybe if she was asked straight to her face she would.
"It was moved here from the lab, of course," Tate said disdainfully, shaking her head and shifting from one foot to the other. "Maybe it's not murder at all, something could've gotten loose."
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 10:17 pm
“Yeah, wow,” said Gigi, suitably impressed. That was some cool science right there. She hadn’t seen the relevant movie, but her dad had explained to her exactly why she couldn’t see it. In detail. No wonder it went wrong and killed the scientist horribly.
“Which b***h?” She asked, since she had a choice of four on her suspect list. “His girlfriend? His wife? What were they arguing about that was more important than helping you with the machine?”
"I guess the detective is just ruling out all the possibilities," she agreed. "If it was just an accident, would you and the other research assistant be able to fix it?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 4:27 pm
The imagine of Iouri Spektor as a completely built, naked man covered in blue paint brought a grimace to Tate's face. Why had she thought of that. Why. She was never going to think of Watchmen and Mr. Spektor again, not if you paid her.
"I don't know, I don't know either b***h by voice," said Tate, rolling her eyes for great effect. "Just that it wasn't me or Dr. Durand, so it had to be one of them, didn't it? Something about money. It's always about money. Anyway, it's not like either of them would know jack s**t about the machine." Shrug, roll eyes again--so hard they ought to have been falling out of her head. "If it was just an accident... I don't know. Dr. Durand, I thought, was more about the thinking. I did all the grunt work." Tate the Intern was proud of that. Her smug, self-satisfied face was proof enough of that. "Anyway, it's all mine. He left the work done on this project to me, so Dr. Durand had better not try to touch it."
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