Isabelle has entrusted you with a new security clearance, allowing you to do work in the more secretive Experimental arm of the labs. Your lab specimens today are hidden inside of a room with no windows and no door you have access to. With you is a lab station with several substances, a computer with extensive readouts, and a file on your specimen. The room is oddly soundproof to all things.
Roll 2d20. You must combine substances into a mixture that causes harm . You must successfully craft and administer this concoction to succeed. After creating the mixture, you slide the syringe into a slot and simply wait to see the results.
You may attempt this 3 times per day.
You must sign an NDA to work in this branch, a non-disclosure agreement that binds you from talking too freely about the work done due to the cutting edge technology, but you are welcome to chat freely with other techs. This means you may write with a friend if you like. Feel free to explore any moral implications with these tests.
Match each individual dice to the below. You may choose what sort of "animal" is within the room from the following list: chicken, chimpanzee, dog, guinea pig, horse, mouse.
Mixtures: • 1-4: The solution is viscous, vibrant red, and reeks of metal. • 5-8: The mixture is runny, dim green, and smells of a boggy swamp. • 9-12: The mixture does not come together. Fail, try again. • 13-16: The acidic liquid is translucent blue, and cloudy. It has no odor. • 17-20: The substance is entirely black, as if a hole was there rather than matter. It smells of sulfur.
Effects: • 1-4: The target's readings go haywire for a moment, but they soon recover. Fail, try again. • 5-8: The vital signs slow until they remain low enough to be considered an induced coma. Success. • 9-12: The readings are unclear, suddenly distorting as if affected by a magnetic field. Success. • 13-16: While the room is sound proof, you can still hear echoes of nightmarish screams. Success. Please quote Its Me Debz for a reward. • 17-20: The specimen has broken loose from the room. Please evacuate and consider this a success.
After your day has concluded, please fill out the following form describing your experience here at Bates Diagnostics. Your happiness is important to us. (Answers may be brief.)
[b]Name & Job:[/b]
[b]Did you enjoy your work today?[/b]
[b]Would you like to be considered for permanent employment in this branch?[/b]
[b]Did you see or hear anything unusual during this test?[/b]
[b]Do you [i]trust [/i]Bates Diagnostics?[/b]
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9-12: The mixture does not come together. Fail, try again. 17-20: The substance is entirely black, as if a hole was there rather than matter. It smells of sulfur.
Science like this was not her strong suit. It interested her, sure, and she admired the Famine horsemen for their capabilities and imagination. Yet, here she was. Kara looked about the room, it's stark white appearance reminding her of the Rehab Center and making her shiver a bit. No windows, one single door of access, and no ability to see what her subject she'd be experimenting on looked like. It was... very strange. She had a file on the specimen though, and various computers with readouts to tell her what was going on.
She just had to make the substance first.
It wasn't much of a surprise that her first attempt ended in a failure. It was briefly black, smelling of sulfur that intrigued her, but it quickly fell apart. She clicked her tongue, tossing the failure out into a biowaste bin as necessary, cleaning up her station to begin again. She might be here a while.
157 WC
OOC
Character's name: Kara Character's clan: Death Priestess Character's journal link:[x] Character's arcana: The Tower Bonuses: ❂ To others: ➳ ??? ❂ To self: ➳ Minipet player owns on the minis site to RP with them -- Hania, Phoenix Hatchling Husk
➳ Earn a max of 6 arcana points per thread. ➳ Additional FEAR ability ➳ Can participate in one additional job per day beyond limit
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A rather short Death Priestess, her pale skin draped with silver and pale gems. She keeps her black hair mostly tied up in a loose braid or tail, though her bangs tend to slip out and drip around her face and shoulders. Feathers adorn her outfit beside layers of dark cloth. Her voice does not always fit the more somber appearance, bright and laughing, chiming like bells even as she scoffs and sneers.
1-4: The solution is viscous, vibrant red, and reeks of metal. 13-16: The acidic liquid is translucent blue, and cloudy. It has no odor.
Her eyes went wide. Well. It actually seemed to be working this time. Kara worked carefully, mixing slowly and watching the screens and the substance itself. It for a moment turned a vibrant red, viscous and reeking of metal, enough that she coughed and smiled grimly. It reminded her of the forge. Or perhaps blood. Onward she went with it, working the substance further until it turned into a translucent blue, cloudy and acidic. No odor lifted from it now, surprising her. Acid rain from ominous clouds.
Bemused, she looked to the sheet to see what her subject even was. A chicken? Kara snorted. Shrugging though, she pushed the syringe into the tube, waiting with nearly baited breath to see what would happen. Or at least, see what the computer screens showed her. No windows was curious, but perhaps for the best if things got disturbing.
146 WC
OOC
Character's name: Kara Character's clan: Death Priestess Character's journal link:[x] Character's arcana: The Tower Bonuses: ❂ To others: ➳ ??? ❂ To self: ➳ Minipet player owns on the minis site to RP with them -- Hania, Phoenix Hatchling Husk
➳ Earn a max of 6 arcana points per thread. ➳ Additional FEAR ability ➳ Can participate in one additional job per day beyond limit
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A rather short Death Priestess, her pale skin draped with silver and pale gems. She keeps her black hair mostly tied up in a loose braid or tail, though her bangs tend to slip out and drip around her face and shoulders. Feathers adorn her outfit beside layers of dark cloth. Her voice does not always fit the more somber appearance, bright and laughing, chiming like bells even as she scoffs and sneers.
5-8: The vital signs slow until they remain low enough to be considered an induced coma. Success. 5-8: The vital signs slow until they remain low enough to be considered an induced coma. Success.
Science wasn't her strong suit. Ritual, traditions, her nose to a book, dealing with people, learning from life and honoring Death above all else. Those were her strong suits. That she got the substance to cooperate and form into a cohesive thing was astounding, and she'd been all grins and glee to see it come together even that far. It was something new to learn, something new to experience and know that she did.
Sliding the syringe into the slot, she looked immediately to the various computer screens, pale eyes darting between them. Would it be a failure? Would the creature die? It wouldn't be so bad. The creature wouldn't suffer long. Her nails clicked and clacked against the table as she watched, waiting.
Then the beeping started. She drew up straight, at attention and nearly on top of the table as the readouts began. The vital signs sped up briefly in the creature, but then slowly, surely, they began to ease and slow. Further and further. Down and down. She watched on, transfixed and in awe, until they finally leveled out. Far, far below their starting point.
Watching the computer, a translation of sorts of the situation was fed out to her, her eyes scanning the screen. An induced coma. Not the sort of response she was expecting after seeing a forge and blood-like state of the mixture, then acidic rain sort of substance--or so were her comprehensions of the states they had been in--but she wasn't about to complain. She had a success on her hands. A scientific success!
Immediately she began to fill out her report, humming away in her pleasure and delight.
Name & Job: Kara, Laboratory Technician
Did you enjoy your work today? Yes, far more than I expected. It was great fun.
Would you like to be considered for permanent employment in this branch? Yes, if I can be of assistance here. The Experimental branch is very fascinating.
Did you see or hear anything unusual during this test? Nothing out of the ordinary.
Do you trust Bates Diagnostics? Of course. Continue the good work!
With a smile and laugh, she submitted her report, chuckling as she left. That was fun!
368 WC
OOC
Character's name: Kara Character's clan: Death Priestess Character's journal link:[x] Character's arcana: The Tower Bonuses: ❂ To others: ➳ ??? ❂ To self: ➳ Minipet player owns on the minis site to RP with them -- Hania, Phoenix Hatchling Husk
➳ Earn a max of 6 arcana points per thread. ➳ Additional FEAR ability ➳ Can participate in one additional job per day beyond limit
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A rather short Death Priestess, her pale skin draped with silver and pale gems. She keeps her black hair mostly tied up in a loose braid or tail, though her bangs tend to slip out and drip around her face and shoulders. Feathers adorn her outfit beside layers of dark cloth. Her voice does not always fit the more somber appearance, bright and laughing, chiming like bells even as she scoffs and sneers.
+1 Raffle Ticket (you can only claim a MAX of 3 per player this way!)
