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cancry2020-10-25 12:22 pm
heir_to_ruin) wrote in cancry2020-10-25 12:22 pm
[open] What a way to start...
[Well... okay. Dead. That kinda sucks, sure, but he's been down here long enough to kinda know how things go. Some cute little girl thinks she can just wrap everyone around her finger because they don't know any better. Just using everyone around her. It's disgusting. He's absolutely horrified that he's spent who knows how long practically worshipping this girl.
But that's okay. The man is nothing if not confident.
Which is why anyone that's been keeping an eye on the rooftop stage may find an unfamiliar redhead chatting up the specter guards, all bright smiles and casual charm. Insisting, of course, that he knows a guy.
After getting insistently removed from the area enough times the mask drops a little, amber eyes going hard as he stares at the nearest screen. What the hell makes her so special, anyway? Like she's entitled to everyone's adoration. All he needed was one chance and he could ruin her. All this desperate need to be seen and adored at all times meant one little slip was all he needed.
A moment later the smile is firmly back in place and he's strolling out of the mall proper, heading for the housing district. If she's not at work... then she's gotta be at home, right?]
But that's okay. The man is nothing if not confident.
Which is why anyone that's been keeping an eye on the rooftop stage may find an unfamiliar redhead chatting up the specter guards, all bright smiles and casual charm. Insisting, of course, that he knows a guy.
After getting insistently removed from the area enough times the mask drops a little, amber eyes going hard as he stares at the nearest screen. What the hell makes her so special, anyway? Like she's entitled to everyone's adoration. All he needed was one chance and he could ruin her. All this desperate need to be seen and adored at all times meant one little slip was all he needed.
A moment later the smile is firmly back in place and he's strolling out of the mall proper, heading for the housing district. If she's not at work... then she's gotta be at home, right?]
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[She has absolutely no idea why he's motioning at her latest testing materials or what it has to do with the conversation right now.]
...Do you mean for research funding? Because I don't think we get paid. [Ah, grant money. The eternal academic struggle.] Things mostly seem to work on the barter system here, and up in Limbo people just let you take stuff.
[It's the afterlife, what would you even do with an economy if you had one.]
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You were just bemoaning your lack of human corpses for some weird tests and you want me to come to you when I'm injured.
You don't see the conflict there?
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...how do you think people test new medicines? I can't just tell someone to drink a vial of something experimental and see what happens, that's so irresponsible! You need to test on the closest thing to a live person you can find, to make sure it works when you use it on real patients!
[Gesturing wildly with her hands as she talks, clearly very convinced of what she's saying.]
That's not even getting into posthumous tissue donations and organ transplants- I'm pretty sure I can manage a Pneuma transfusion with our current equipment, but I don't know what we're going to do if someone needs a new heart. Corpses are a hospital's best resource!