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 Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 11:27 pm
The shower had taken a very long time. Days, one might even say. All that mattered was that Robert didn't show up to the labs until he was clean, refreshed, dressed in his Sunday best (which was jeans and this t-shirt), and shiny as ********. He stormed back into the labs, fully assuming that girl had left already, and grabbed a fresh new labcoat and goggles. Time to try again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 11:47 pm
It was a little difficult to concentrate with all of the noise the newcomer brought with him. Mimsy paused her work and watched him expectantly, arms folded. When he didn't seem to slow his momentum, she cleared her throat.
"I can appreciate your excitement to get to work, but consideration for your colleagues is important in such a fragile environment." She might have meant for it to be a gentle reminder, but her irritation bled through. Cleaning and re-sanitizing had already taken a considerable chunk of time out of this particular bit of research, and she had no intentions of postponing it further while she waited for (relative) quiet.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:00 am
Robert paused with his hand on the goggle strap, and stared dumbfoundedly at the chick with the stick up her a**. He really wanted to have some witty repartee with her, because she was easy on the eyes, and he knew she was somehow insulting him. But he couldn't. Because as far as Robert had gotten in his studies, with Clarice and Dwight's program's help, he still couldn't follow that kind of big worded talk.
So he just stared at her for a while as his mind slowly tried to process what she had just said.
"So. So .. what?" He failed.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:08 am
His response left her as baffled as she'd left him, and she stared just as he had, wondering how to even begin clarifying that. It was only then that she realized he was the same height and build as the stranger she found here before...and that he was wearing a shirt that seemed to indicate that he wanted his nipples rubbed in a circular motion.
New approach.
"Are...you lost?"
Mimsy desperately hoped that he was lost. Maybe he thought that this was a simulation. Surely they had not been recruited into the same division.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:10 am
"Only by your talking.. words." He muttered, as he finished putting his labcoat on, and ambled over to nosily check out what he was doing. "My name's Robert. Are you a new Lifer? I don't remember seeing you before, and I would remember a pretty face like yours."
Except he wouldn't, really, and hadn't, because he'd seen it literally hours ago when he'd stormed out.
But flirting was essential for a proper workplace environment.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 3:28 pm
Robert was still making very little sense to Mimsy, her confusion evident in her expression. She looked at him as if he were a particularly difficult puzzle, frown determined as she debated the next best guess.
"Do you need pictures instead? Diagrams?" Maybe he had a learning disorder. Yes. That had to be it. Intelligent, as long as you got information through in a different way.
The 'compliment' didn't register, but she extended her hand to return the greeting. "A pleasure, Robert. You can call me Mimsy." She offered a polite smile to punctuate the exchange before attending to his question. "Relatively, yes. There was just one other in my group, approximately two months ago. How long have you been here?"
Pausing, she briefly stared at the shirt again. "If you don't mind my asking, as well - what are you working on today?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 4:42 pm
Robert liked pictures. That offer was responded to with a smile and a nod. Then he repeated her name, testing the sound of it on his tongue. "Mimsy. Niiice." A shrug, and then, "'Bout one and a half years I think. Time starts to blur when you've been here too long." But the last question made him frown. "I've got salve duty. They give me the goddamn formula and tell me how to do it but somehow I always ******** it up. Maybe a drop too much of this, or I turn it too hot for that, the ******** if I know. I just keep tryin', you know? Gotta keep tryin'." He leaned in, just enough to be uncomfortably close. "What are yoooou workin' on?"
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