poly_chromatic | 007

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system shock 2 - marie delacroix

007 :: video

DELACROIX to SEPHIROTH: 26-03-???? re: Soldiers

M. Sephiroth,

I wish to say, despite the ludicrous state of affairs which occurred on the 17th of this month, that I have great sympathy for your search. I vastly appreciate your composure and sparseness, but should you ever wish to discuss it, I am available.

Delacroix

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DELACROIX to CHASE et ALL: 26-03-???? re: No.

[As for the rest of this... Delacroix has appeared on the network, looking... sour. Which certainly is not news to anyone, but her sourness today has a musical accompaniment: Viva Las Vegas, indeed. Ugh.]

Really, Dr. Chase?

[She could not possibly inject anything more withering into that tone without draining the life from something. She gives an irritated little sigh.]

I am not a fan. And keep my colleagues out of your games.

[[ooc; I am always okay with people running into her for action... You know you want to investigate that Elvis tune...]]

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If you smiled more it might be easier to tell the difference.

[Could this little smile be more snide, Dr. Chase? I don't know, but it's pretty damn snide.]

Always so full of good advice.

[If she didn't seem to be working so hard at this it would be far less endearing.]

I actually thought you might crack one when you got the tape. No?

Of course not.

[She has a sense of humor. That just isn't it.]

I'll try harder.

You will not.

Come on. There must be worse things to take objection to than someone wanting to see you smile.

Certainly.

[Karl had dragged her around the city as a stuffed bunny, Chase. You have not yet trumped that indignity, and probably never will.]

But I 'ave time for both, eet seems.

Work can't be keeping you as busy as I thought. [And he's actually interested] How's it going?

I am very busy, doctor.

[She works, constantly, and when that doesn't keep her mind off the low simmer of grief and paranoia, she jogs and she makes lesson plans for Rain.]

Eet 'as been difficult, working in facilities a century dated, but I am satisfied with some of zhe prototypes I have managed to fashion thus far.

[Weapons. The grenade launcher had been handy against the daleks.]

[He runs, too. Goes to the gym. Lies awake at night unless he's found some kind of peace at the bottom of a bottle. Welcome to coping.]

Are they all things I wouldn't like to touch without instructions?

[He's noticed your interests, Marie.]

It would be ill-advised for you to play with them, yes.

Would you show me under supervision?

[Technology is his forte. The complex machinery of intensive care, its dichotomy of organic and inorganic medicine his first area of specialism.

...And he's a sci-fi fan.]