Can't believe they're doing this to me! My life's work, taking it away just to protect themselves. Cowards. They're scared of the progress I make. I'll leave them all behind. You can't do this to me ( Read more... )

After her meeting with Aurelius, Del slammed back into her lab. The guards threw the lock, and she paced like a trapped cat, radiating waves of Not Happy.

Two weeks of living in deadly_octavius's world, and Del has barely begun to establish herself as the sort of doctor the underdogs of society can come to, for discrete help. In time, she wanted to return to research, but this was the best way to make the contacts she would need for that. And to meet potential subjects ( Read more... )

After having lived in the side rooms of the Nexus for a few weeks, Del has set up shop in her new digs, in deadly_octavius's world. She has a basement apartment, and the second bedroom has been converted into a makeshift surgury. She plans to make her living here the same way she did in her own world, if on a much smaller scale. She has a phone, those who know ( Read more... )

( A conversation between Augustus and Dr. Harbor in the side room. )

( What happened in the Catacombs. )

Admin wants to terminate.

I have two weeks.

That said...

WHAT IN HELL AM I DOING?

The combination of sleepless nights and unending tension combine, and Del very unwisely falls asleep in the Sanctuary.

So far, Alpha and Pyra-the-Drider have pranked her, changing her clothing into spider-silk pjs and tucking her into a fold-out-bed. She's going to wake up confused and more than a little embarassed.

Del's lab, where the portal comes out, is a friendly-looking place, with diagrams of skeletal structure all over the place, models, and a few half-finished projects, including a prosthetic hand. There are a number of doors leading out, and windows overlooking a city nightscape from a great height.

Just a few more hours and I can sleep ( Read more... )