⚘ [ fringe event #2 ] || sleepless (video)

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[ In the abandoned lab of a former mad scientist, Olivia sits at a table covered with manila folders, dusty beakers and containers of who-knows-what. She looks exhausted, stressed--fingers rubbing circles into her temples. Hours she's been at this, going through Walter's lab, his files, staring at words and numbers that make no sense to the agent. Given the time he was here, Walter couldn't have left much, but what he did leave apparently leads to no answers, no answers she can comprehend at least. ]

If anyone found a way out, it had to be you, Walter.

[ Without looking up, she reaches for the cup of coffee next to her, misjudging the distance in a moment of tired absentmindedness. The half-full coffee cup tumbles, spilling the contents across the table. ]

Shit--

[ooc: Anyone from Fringe would be much-loved! No doubles, except her canon double, please. ]

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[call_me_spooky]

Don't misunderstand. My peers don't find my work laughable because I spend all day going through moldy files. People discount what I do-- the truth I pursue-- because they've been conditioned to systematically discredit anyone who alleges the existence of extraterrestrial life. Conditioned by men who have spent decades making deals with the devil, weaving a conspiracy that extends to the highest levels of every branch of government, designed to save themselves at the expense of everyone else. Every man, woman, and child on Earth, nothing a sacrificial lamb. The price they're willing to pay for sanctuary. Immortality. That is why my partner and I have faced constant censure for our actions, find ourselves thwarted at every turn. That is why both of us have endured multiple attempts made on our lives. Because you're not the only one fighting the future.

[He leans back. It's not that he's offended, it's that he's playing a high-stakes game, same as her; not a matter of pride, but of clarity. He wants to help. Call it professional interest.]

The advantage for you is, I'm not going to dismiss whatever you tell me as voodoo. What kind of inexplicable circumstances are we talking about?