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 What We Cannot See, Tag(s): Open
Silas Alderin
Posted: Jan 5 2013, 09:57 PM


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It had been a long day already.

There was something to be said for keeping a schedule under these circumstances, or something resembling a schedule anyway. Up at 0500. Dressed, fed, and ready by ten to six. In the med lab on the hour, exactly, every time.

Last night, however, he had never left. It was now 1422 hours, and he had not slept or eaten, eyes glued to the viewpieces of a microscope. There was something to be said for having a schedule, yes. And something to be said for breaking it.

Especially to feed an obsession.

Silas squeezed his tired eyes shut and leaned back, rubbing them and reaching over to turn on the viewscreen instead before his eyes gave out on him completely. Blood cells filled the borders of the screen, some swollen to bursting and some already burst, torn apart from the inside out. Frozen in microscopic death.

"Sample three nine three dash echo seven," he said in a low monotone, eyes on the screen while he held a small recorder near his mouth. "Foreign substance introduced to feline blood sample following protocol one eight six, stasis freezing after four point five seconds of exposure. Sample displays violent cell death on a massive level. Host organism would not survive."

So why was Charlie Holloway still alive?
MEREDITH VICKERS
Posted: Jan 6 2013, 03:06 AM


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Meredith had awoken from her nightmare again and this time she had gotten up. She paced her room for what seemed like hours but it was really only ten minutes before she got dressed and started roaming what was left of the ship. She was exhausted but it didn't show. She looked like she had slept for hours, the line of her lips showing her dissatisfaction with everything.

As she walked past the medical door she noticed that their was actually someone in there that wasn't an android. That caused her pause.

She looked ahead of her and then into the lab before she turned and walked in. "You're up late? Any information?" she said as she came into the room with Dr Alderin in it.
Silas Alderin
Posted: Jan 6 2013, 03:40 AM


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He looked up, cocked an eyebrow, and gave Miss Vickers a once-over from head to toe, calculating. Then Silas blinked and clicked off the recorder, tucking it away in his shirt pocket.

He never wore a lab coat, and currently he did appear slightly disheveled -- white button-down open over a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, gloves on his hands and dark jeans on the rest of him. Unprofessional, maybe, but comfortable. Comfortable was kind of important when you spent hours on end at the lab.

"Nothing conclusive," he responded, his tone and expression unaffected. "As far as I can tell, the substance is highly destructive on a cellular level, possibly even on a molecular one. I can't say at this point." Can't, don't want to. Same thing.
MEREDITH VICKERS
Posted: Jan 6 2013, 03:46 AM


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The line of Meredith's lips got tighter for a few moments while she pondered the results. That was what she felt like she was getting every time she asked anyone the results on anything.

Nothing to report.
Nothing to report.

She looked the man over a few times. "How long has it been since you slept?" it seemed like he looked the way she felt but she wasn't going to tell him that. He needed a shower and a nice long rest.
Silas Alderin
Posted: Jan 6 2013, 05:17 AM


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Silas shrugged and turned his eyes back on the screen, keying in orders to take a tri-d scan for his record. "A while. Yesterday, perhaps. Can't be sure, our day/night schedule is slightly skewed."
MEREDITH VICKERS
Posted: Jan 6 2013, 05:56 PM


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"So over 24 hours?" she asked lowering her chin as if scolding him through her gaze. "Tired people make mistakes Dr Alderin. You need to get some rest, that's an order."
Silas Alderin
Posted: Jan 7 2013, 12:07 AM


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Silas huffed and put his eyes back down to the microscope, adjusting the magnification. "Tired people may make mistakes, Miss Vickers, but most people are not me," he replied, as if relating the weather. He removed the current slide and replaced it with another, clipping it into place.

"I'll go in another half hour," he said after a moment, "when I've found something to eat that won't kill me."
MEREDITH VICKERS
Posted: Jan 7 2013, 12:27 AM


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Meredith took in a breath. "That may be true Dr Alderin but even someone like you has their limits. Why don't you join me for something to eat?"
Silas Alderin
Posted: Jan 7 2013, 01:39 AM


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He hesitated, looking up at her with gauging brown eyes before dropping his gaze and pointedly keying something into his notes. "Nothing personal," Silas replied stiffly, fixing his eyes on the screen and keeping them there. "But I would rather eat alone."
MEREDITH VICKERS
Posted: Jan 7 2013, 02:39 AM


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Meredith suppressed a scowl. "Okay. Rap this up soon," it wasn't a request now, it was an order. She stared at him for a few moments longer before she finally turned around and left the lab. Stupid independent's she wanted to send them all out of the ship and let them fight with the Engineers. That would make her feel better, stripping the crew down to who she hired. Show her father who really ran this ship.
Silas Alderin
Posted: Jan 10 2013, 01:02 AM


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Silas virtually ignored her, waiting until she was long gone to throw his slides back into cryo storage and lock them away, backing up his files, encrypting them, and shutting everything down. He was very thorough. You had to be when sharing a lab with your ex, who had proved before that it wasn't beyond him to snoop through your shit.

He closed his eyes and huffed indignantly to himself before turning off the lights and closing the door behind him.

At least there was one person happy to see him. Even if 'person' was not quite the term for the feline that greeted him when he walked through the door into his quarters.

"Hey Maggie," he said softly, bending down to lift the cat off the floor and cradling her in his arms as he dropped down onto the couch. She mewed and he checked the bandage on her foreleg, then unraveled it.

"I know, baby," he soothed, scratching her ears as she tugged her leg away, and he laid down with his cat curled up on his chest, closing his eyes. "You were such a good girl."

Foreign substance introduced to feline blood sample following protocol one eight six, stasis freezing after four point five seconds of exposure. Sample displays violent cell death on a massive level.

Host organism would not survive.
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