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[neurotoxined]

Good evening.

[And from the look of it, it's been a long one; her long white hair is pulled back and messily secured in place with a pair of pens sticking out at odd angles, and her eyes - vivid amber in color, a little alarmingly so perhaps - look bright as hell behind the rims of her glasses. She's clearly worked up about something, even if her voice retains that calm dryness that it usually carries; she's smiling, but it's a bit more like a smirk than a smile, and if we're all being honest it's a bit more like baring teeth than anything.

Somebody's excited.

At least the camera is still, presumably because she's got it set up somewhere; it's difficult to see exactly where she is, she's kind of all up in your metaphorical grill there.]

Since it seems my last pair of coworkers have discovered better things to do than staying in this region, or staying in this world altogether for that matter, I'm looking for a few people to help me out. Just with a few...experiments.

[And oh, her eyes are alive.]

You'll be compensated for your time, and you'll be granted the power to defy physics as you see fit.

And if you don't believe me...

[She moves back from where she's been all up in the camera's business, finally giving a solid view of the room; the ceiling is high, though the room itself is largely nondescript, and there's some sort of odd platform set up in the middle of the floor.

GLaDOS herself seems to have a rather odd pair of white boots on, rather than her usual, far plainer set; she glances up at the ceiling as though mildly uncertain of the height, takes a deep breath, and steps forward onto it.

Bang.

The sound of the plate being activated is a sharp, loud one, throwing her straight up into the air with enough force that it might as well be some sort of goddamn cannon (much like these fine pieces of machinery are prone to doing); she lets herself drop back down onto it, shooting herself into the air a second time, before letting her head drop forward, kicking up and over into enough of a flip to ensure she won't land on the plate again.

Those boots make an odd hydraulic whooshing sound as they kick in, ensuring she lands properly; she lands hard and it looks like it should have been jarring as hell, but it's worth noting that she lands on her feet and seems pret-ty good.

She approaches the camera again; she seems a bit breathless, but incredibly pleased with herself.]

So.

Any takers?

Comments

[private]

[forthevillage]

... You have my interest.

I am not unused to clearing great heights in my homeworld, but I lack the ability to properly do so here.

[private]

[neurotoxined]

Oh. It's you again.

[...you are not unwelcome, mind you. She does that to almost everyone.

At least she still seems oddly wired rather than displeased.]

This is what I specialize in back home - getting everything from one place to another in the most straightforward manner possible. Speed. Bypassing obstacles. It's useful. And this is only the beginning, if I have my way.

So if you want to clear heights, I can give you heights to clear. I never turn down willing volunteers.

[private]

[forthevillage]

[Itachi doesn't really like the idea of volunteering himself for any sort of experiment, but as long as it seems mechanical rather than anything that might go into his body it might be worth looking into. It will also give him a better opportunity to see how this side of Team Rocket operates.]

I will volunteer. Is this official or unofficial, and will there be documentation I need to sign?

[private]

[neurotoxined]

[Well, that strange smirking expression isn't quite leaving her, though she does tip her head a little like that genuinely hadn't occurred to her.

Really, why would she handle paperwork? That's always been the techs' job. And when the techs were all dead...well, no one was in much of a position to care about verifying things in triplicate.]

It's unofficial. Strictly off the books; no documentation necessary.

Video

[hintcoinplz]

That's amazing! I wouldn't mind trying those out.

Video

[neurotoxined]

Isn't. It. Just.

[Well, hello there, child. She doesn't usually test on children, but...hmmm.

Helpful, I'm-just-here-to-ensure-everyone-has-a-fun-and-safe-time mode is go.]

It's good to see you taking an interest in science so early. And who might you be?

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[hintcoinplz]

I'm Luke Triton, miss! I wouldn't call myself an inspiring scientist or anything like that, but I'm always open to learning new things. What is it you're needing help with?

private text;

[doitrockapella]

Is that an Aerial Faith Plate?

[IT IS AMAZING THAT THERE ARE NO TYPOS IN THAT BRIEF SENTENCE, GIVEN ALL THE OMGOMGOMG-ing SHE'S DOING OVER HERE.]

private text;

[neurotoxined]

Oh, of course it is. What else would it be?

I'm assuming you're interested, Sarah Jordan.

private text;

[doitrockapella]

After your success with the Long Fall Boots, I could hardly stay away.

What are you looking to test?

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[sadisticwarfare]

[Well now, that was impressive. If she could mass produce boots like that, air raids would be far more effective. Archer is smirking when the feed turns on, sitting at the usual nondescript desk with his fingers laced together.]

It seems you've been busy.

[Judging from his tone, that's a very good thing.]

Unfortunately I don't have the time to spend testing your work, but I am very interested in it. Could you create more of those boots? Of course you will be compensated for your work.

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[neurotoxined]

Well. Look who it is.

[She's smirking, however.]

It's good to see you, Colonel, it's been a little while.

What sort of compensation are we talking about?

[VIDEO - LOCKED]

[sadisticwarfare]

That depends on what you'd like. I can get you Pokémon or money if either would be acceptable.

[He can't offer her anything within Team Rocket due to his low ranking, but that will be something to consider in the future.]

[video/private]

[ortion]

[... Okay, even Dist has to admit this is kind of cool.]

You managed to put something like that together in such a short period of time, with this world's technology? Color me impressed, Caroline.

This wouldn't have anything to do with your little assignment, would it?

[video/private]

[neurotoxined]

[She just shrugs at that, that rather manic grinning not quite subsiding.]

What can I say? I'm very efficient and I don't sleep.

[...often. Until it finally catches up to her and she just kind of zonks all weekend.]

As for the assignment, it does and it doesn't. The boots did. The plate...that's for my own work.

[video/private]

[ortion]

Well that much is clear.

[Really though Caroline, you'd be so much more elegant if you just stopped and got your regular beauty sleep...

He has his priorities in order, okay?]

Really? They seem to go so well together, I would think they were assigned as a set. Though of course, each piece could complete multiple tasks alone as well.

[Video]

[itsjustdust]

Okay I totally see why you're so excited. If I'm nearby I'd love to come around and help you test that stuff!

[Video]

[neurotoxined]

Mhmm. Somehow I thought you would.

[She doesn't seem displeased at that, however - honestly, from the look of it nothing is killing her mood today, and she's likely going to be playing around on that thing for the next...like, year, but that isn't point.]

Where are you?

[Video] Sorry for the delay, she asked a hard question o.o.

[itsjustdust]

Cianwood right now, but that can change! Are you still in Kanto?

[He's actually happy to see her in a good mood, that doesn't happen often enough.]

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[imthe_shit]

[ Snake looks pretty impressed. His eyes are wide and he's adjusting the cigarette in his mouth. ]

That's incredible.

[ video ] sorry for delays, it certainly has been a week over here

[neurotoxined]

[Oh, that reaction's always a good thing. Not like everything else isn't a good thing as well right now because wow nothing is killing her mood today.]

This sort of thing is what I do. All the time.

[ video ] that's okay

[imthe_shit]

[ He gives a bit of a smile. ]

Impressive. Sounds like a fun job.

[Video]

[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel's ears twitch at the words, defy physics as you see fit. The man leans into the video with interest only to scrunk his face. Bah! That kind of science which could give a logical explanation to magic.]

That's not defying physics!

[Not in Crocker terms anyways.]

[Video]

[neurotoxined]

[Oh. It's you.

She just shrugs at that, though she's still got something of a manic expression going. Grinning a bit too much, eyes a bit too wide, pupils so dilated it's getting into "oh dear" territory.]

There's a difference between defying physics and defying reality. Not that I'd expect you to know the difference.

[Video]

[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel can feel her insanity and appears to be feeding of that in his own strange and neurotic way. In other words he doesn't mind the insanity and is 'clicking' the man's own in a way.]

But physics defines reality.

[Denzel coldy states.]

After all if it wheren't for physics, we'd all be floating around! Which would be our 'reality'.

[Apparently someone subscribes General Relativity over Newton's Law of Gravity.]