Conway Robotic Tech.

[losthowls]

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Time had been lost within those few worthless, pointless moments. Reality seemed to constrict her, twisting and wringing out her soul like a hand towel. Last night she experienced something she never imagined she would. There was a major car accident on the freeway, the driver of the car died on impact but the passenger.... Danny fought death, it was a battle she did not win. The injuries were to great, to much blood loss and despite the advancement in the hospital's equipment and her skill, she could not beat death. Several of her trauma nurses took this day off, the hectic evening was to much for some of them. Last night was the first time they ever had anything like that, sure they had people die but nothing compared to this. She wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror and stared at her tired face, dark circles under her eyes. Life somewhat dissolved, her skin not lustful, her eyes dull.

The day would have to go on still, as did life around her, she could dwell on it, recap, attempt to find a mistake, that one percent chance. She'd go mad if she did however and that was not her. Mo hung from the corner of the mirror observing her. He had been fascinated with the shape of lizards these past few days, her utter favorite. She cringed inwardly when he tilted his large bubble head, shaped similar to that of a gecko, with huge bulging glassy silver eyes. He never took on the color, of anything he took shape of, whatever the reason was. He stayed his metallic sheen, the layer of his mechanical exoskeleton glistened but it was not from shine. The micro nanites continuously moved, wave after wave.

Danny dressed for work and on her way out of the small apartment located in the well, she stopped to eye Mo. “I hate lizards.” The door would slid shut and lock and she was on her way.

The hallways of the well, in the housing areas, are white, covered with a sheen of LED lights, occasionally along the walls mock sceneries of the outside world flickered up and went through a variation of places around the globe. The elevators were a theater of its own, from top to bottom displays of the wilderness played while you rode it. Studies had shown by CRT's psychiatrist these images and movies were soothing to the corporation's employees.


As she exited into the main lobby, she was bombarded. It was a usual routine these days, her father Alexander Conway was less hands on, allowing his top scientists more free range in the labs. Her siblings were less of help, they too were going to the extremes on experiments and some of the lower employees were coming to standstills in their projects. Three frail, somewhat stinky men in lab coats waved clipboards of information in her face, begging for her to look at them. She was agitated and truly in no mood. They expressed their concerns, two of her siblings had gone missing and they were needed to sign off on new weapon testing. Another of her siblings refused to let anyone into his lab and refused to leave.

She imagined the entirety of her family has just gone insane. “I'll look at it later. Take the day off.” She waved her hand dismissively in the air, she pretended she was swatting away three nasty little flies. Her lack of concern caused all three men to turn green, it was almost like she told them they were fired. Excusing herself from them she walked to the enormous glass doors, the main entrance into Conway robotic technologies and weapon designs.

The lobby was similar to the portrayed heavens of the Greek gods. Massive pillars stretched up to the curved ceiling, the ceiling which was painted with a God like mural. Hidden lights mimicked the bright sunny days outside, playing in the background of the orchestral music specially composed for the Conway corporation, played sounds of singing birds, the sound of wind through trees and so on. The lady at the desk always smiled, always said hello. She was redheaded, plump and pretty. She always wore 50's styled office clothing, her long hair always in a perfect bun. Yet she was nothing compared to the marvelous granite desk she sat at, handcrafted with etched details of the very naked Greek Gods. Surrounding the lobby of course was security. Retired military, ex CIA, ex cops and even Conway personally trained. They never interacted, never smiled, never moved their eyes, dress them in togas and they'd be statues.

Above the doors a pale blue light flickered, it scanned her and the doors would extend out. Outside of the doors two men, dressed in military attire but Conway labeled. These men were trained in the military like program the Conway corporation held. They join up at the age of 18 and the corporation owns them until their contracts expire.

The hot rays of sunlight beat down through the clouds, it was nearly 95 degrees at only seven o'clock but that was pretty normal for the desert.

Built around CRT was a small city and further out into the blazing wasteland was a small Army base. The city was modeled after Las Vegas except no casinos or prostitutes. Danny walked to her hospital every day that she worked. Her father built it only a few blocks down from his corporation. He built it because she refused to work for him, she refused to do what her siblings did. She did not believe in what her father was doing with his business. The majority of her patients were treated for free at her fathers expense but he never put a stop to it. He was the richest man in the world, she hardly dented his bank account. Even though she attempted to do so many times through her hospital.


Conway robotic technologies, is the only corporation of its kind to house its employees in lavished apartment homes within the facility. From the outside the building appears as just an average sky scrapper. Past the office rooms within is a foundation called the Well. Incase of any disaster or emergency the inner three wells retract and lower into the ground leaving just the outer shell of the building. The first layer of the well is the housing, the second layer are technical labs, the third layer is the biochemical labs. However it continues, there are lower levels underneath the building. One level is strictly for weapons testing, the walls are over three football fields high. The levels underneath the testing floor are top clearance only, there the secret testing takes place. Of course the corporation does test its weaponry outside, above ground but it is rare.

The main lobby is accessible by outsiders, however either a visitor pass is given for permission to the inner levels and they are escorted by Conway security the entire time. No one without top clearance is allowed into the underground levels.


Danny turned and looked up to the sky, standing just on the curb before the parking lot. The wind blew, hot, filled with tiny bits of sand. Short strands of her blond hair blew across her nose, the pastel pink hints more noticeable in the sun. She almost didn't want to go into the hospital today. Enough hesitation she thought, its done and over with. She faced the building, her last name plastered across the main doors in glowing blue letters. Conway.

The day would be uneventful, she would make her rounds check up on her patients, fix temperamental machinery, counsel her employees dealing with stubborn patients. She'd spend some time in the children's ward, do paper work, make her rounds again and so on for nearly twelve hours. She wouldn't stop, she didn't take a break, if she stopped she'd start to think, to go over last nights loss and she didn't want to do that.

Festering hot day faded into a simmering hot night and calm overtook her hospital. Patients were sleeping, the ER was quiet and dull. She sat in her office staring at the computer screen. Documents after documents. There was an emptiness, she felt as if she has been walking into a wall the past several months. The more she thought about it, it really wasn't a wall at all but bottom.

Laughter echoed in the hall, nurses giggling, it was the end of a shift and another one soon to start. They walked passed her office. Danny stared at her door, their laughs igniting the dull quiet with a sense of joy. She didn't have any friends in the work place after all that wouldn't be very professional, she did however have a few colleagues from CRT only because she had helped them on one of her fathers projects.

Truly she didn't know what to do with herself. Her emotions were on high, her fuse short and she didn't really have a means to vent. She had heard from gossip around the hospital a night club in town was hosting some band or really famous DJ,honestly she didn't know which but everybody who is everybody is going, apparently.

It was an idea. The club opens at 10pm.

 

[HaloHeroWolf118]

Mark groaned as his alarm buzzed next to him on the bedside table of his apartment it's annoying noise dragging Mark out of his deep sleep. Mark opened his eyes and sat up in his bed before slapping the snooze button on his clock. He didn't worry about the covers as they slid off his toned chest, he swung his legs out so he was now sitting on the edge of his bed. He ran a hand through his hair as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes before standing up. He made sure to turn his alarm off so it wasn't going off since he was awake now. He strolled into his bathroom and took a morning shower not bothering to look at himself in the large bathroom mirror. Much had changed for Mark since he had joined Super Human program for Conway Tech. Now his days consisted of tests running through combat scenarios and extreme conditions, drying off in front of the mirror he did look up. Where once Glacier blue eyes had looked back at him now a green iris floated in blackness, he woken up with some cosmetic changes to look over. His eyes were his biggest regret missing the all to human appearance of his glacier blue, the tattoo that covered his upper back and upper arms was something he could live with. Nergal the alien intelligence that had come with the alien creature they had implanted with him seemed to taking the day off it was rare that the persona of Nergal didn't speak immediately.

His schedule for the day in the well was one of relaxing while the scientists went over all the data they had acquired in the lest tests. Leaving the bathroom Mark walked not bothering to cover up on his way to his closet, he pulled out his clothes and pulled them on luckily for him his time off allowed him to wear normal clothes. *Your really starting to get used to all this aren't you?* a voice said in his ear a voice only he could hear Nergal it seemed had waken up. *They'll chip away at your humanity till your nothing but the weapon they want.* Nergal hissed like always like some alien serpent. "Like they did Jark?" Mark asked using the name of Nergals previous host this question merely brought waves of emotions of sadness, loss and above all rage. Nergal grew silent never much liking how they shared memories among others, Mark walked out of his room pulling on a pair of shades to hide his eyes. He had the day to himself so he thought about what to do as he stepped out into the hall of the living quarters of the well.

Unbeknownst to Mark one of the scientists on his project had been going over reports from the last test they had put Mark through. He had discovered a few things that had him concerned mostly with keeping the big secret under wraps. He had to make his way to her office in her hospital that her father had given her something that he felt had been foolish gesture to merely keep her close. The scientist walked through the halls of the hospital his files clutched protectively so he wouldn't lose them. He waited for a few nurses to pass their giggling adding to his distaste having to leave the well to ask for her opinion if only to see if anyone outside the program could spot what they had done with their only success. "Miss Conway?" he asked knocking on the door to her office but not waiting for a response as he let himself in. "Pardon my intrusion ma'am but I would like your opinion on something that recently came to my attention." he said his tone apologetic though his body language spoke a different tone. "I'm Doctor Jacob Mitt part of the Bio-Tech division of the Project." he said since the hospital was a public place he could only say so much. He waited to see if she would allow him to speak he expected to see that famous Conway arrogance and temper any second now.

 

[Thatoneguy85]

The morning came all to soon...
Having spent all night going threw work requests and work orders, Steven was feeling rather lagged and needing something with caffeine or synthetic sugar in it.
Currently laying in a small crawl space, the tall laborer would be on his side with a tool bag out and several pieces of items from the nearby wall out around him. A pair of portable spot lights hung from the low ceiling lighting the area, while the mechanic would continue to use a tiny 'ohm-meter' over various wires and junction boxes. The 'crawl-space' happened to be about four feet wide and four feet tall. Not enough to walk but just enough to bang one's skull and shines around inside of.
Pausing with testing a wire strand, Young Mr. Gosser would stop feeling his data-pad shaking on the metal grate nearby.
Rolling over to tap the incoming message, a co-worker with a rather flustered look would raise a brow to him on the small flat screen.
" Are you still trying to find that short?" the other jump suit wearing male would ask.
" Yeah Phil, just another of the many things we do to keep this world spinning..." Steven would pause to turn and continue checking a bundle of wires.
" Look that H-VAC system has had problems since it's original installation, we'll get a work order in to remove most of the section above that crawl area and the scientists will get their needed A/C."
The man on the other send of the transmission was walking in a well lit hallway, possibly heading back to the well.
" Phil, I'll call you back and leave a message when I win... then we can save money, keep this place going and not have one the Conway Heirs breathing down our necks..." Steven would reply. But they both knew in recent days various members of the upper echelon had vanished. Perhaps working on some hush-hush project or something of that sort.

" Yeah, when you do... check the new work orders... guess who's being favored by Lab-C ? " Phil's voice held a hint of jealousy.

" Just helping on various projects, they dream it with their brains... we build it with our hands and machines..." Steven would smirk as Phil came to roll his eyes towards the camera.

" Anyways I'm going to log out and get a shower... call me wh-" Steven would laugh loud enough to cause Phil to stop in the middle of the walk way heading back towards the elevators.
" I win... Once I'm out of this area I got the same notion... relax with a shower and some sleep. " Steven and Phil would exchange good-byes before Phil turned off his device entirely and shook his head at his co-worker.

With a few screws and new panel in place to secure the bundle, not to mention insulation at the ends to keep it from shorting out again... Steven would lay there smiling for a few minutes.
Then piece by piece the rest of the crawl space's parts went back into place. Pipe lines he had to re-route and take away in order to reach the short, hose lines with hydraulic-oil being fed into one lab or another. Not to mention the copper freon lines.
A few more minutes later, everything he had re-routed in that section would be righted and turned on. Instantly the H-vac system would come to hum softly while power for lights, water and everything else came to run perfectly.

Once everything was put away, Steven would start to slide out with the lights in his tool back and a free hand helping navigate towards the way he came in. Clanking now and then happened to be his side-arm. Apparently the company had problems from time to time with corporate espionage and intruders. Less now since more security came to work in the Well, even less of a notice since they where developing weapons.
It was like a security blanket, not entirely needed but comfortable to have. Not to mention it was a pistol he had grown rather attached to an rarely was seen without it on his being.

Once out of the crawl space and hatch secured over the slowly dimming lights, Steven came to let a long lingering yawn out. Shaking his head lightly while stretching his eyes with a few blinks, the the male would check at his data-pad again to look at the time.
He'd grown knowing he was nearing his twenty-two hour mark of being on the job.

A few minutes came to pass as he'd traverse the inner veins and bone-structure of the company's sky-scrapper. Moving around between sections that where designed to move and go subterranean in the event of some cataclysmic event.
It all seemed a little bit of over-kill in his book. Things had been rather peaceful in public events and they happened to be in a less that important portion of the country. If a nuke was dedicated to the sky scrapper alone, the human race could possibly live on from the massive size of the sections that would be moved underground.

Steven would come to pause as he'd close the access door he came out of to over look the main garden and arboretum planted in the center of well. That section in it of itself seemed rather appealing at the moment. But a promise to stop by one of the research labs from late last night came to mind. One of the prototypes Hydraulic lines happened to be having problems binding up and not releasing.

Minutes would pass as Steven would casually pull an ear-bud from the data-pad he had and place it in his ear. Whistling now and then when alone to song catch song with a good beat or another while bouncing from one security check point to another. Finally getting off one elevator on the needed floor, Mr. Gosser's ear-bud would be put away as he'd look at the beauty of a massive machine.
Designed to mimic a human while being a titan of it's own self worth, the massive metal machine towered over any simple minded tank. Not to mention would be able to pick up and throw any armored vehicle on the market.

" Sorry I'm late, had to get a section's H-vac working again..." Steven would casually announce himself while a few lab coat wearing people mingled about moving and almost like zombies focused upon their own work.
Pausing to look back to the machine he'd shrug before following the work order's instructions and location of needed repairs.

" You there, what are you doing to my machine?" Steven would be yelled at by one particular white coat with 'Conway' in the name tag section of the scientist's jacket.
" Well sir, I have a work order to find the hydraulic problem and fix it in this section's project... my credentials are in order..." trying to throw in a side jab at being questioned in loyalty to the company.
This particular heir seemed blonde and a little pale from lack of exposure to light. Standing about 5'11" with hands on his hips, glaring down at the larger man half in and half out of the giant mech's foot.

" Here's my data-pad and all of my courses and NDA's...sir..." throwing the last part in while handing the pad to this particular Male Conway.
The noise of irritation came as he'd scroll threw all the NDA's for Conway he had as well as various special clearance.
" Alright...fine... but don't re-arrange anything in there... I want it all back to the way it was afterword." Stomping off before continuing to argue with other of his scientists, that particular rich man would leave 'Gos' to his work.
A few minutes would pass before a familiar voice came to his ear.
" Well thanks for finally coming to adjust the damn dance shoes..." A female's voice would come from outside of the panel he happened to be inside wrestling with a few lines. Capping them quickly before poking his head out a subtle glare came from Steven.
" Damn it Rose, should have given a heads up in the report that one of the Conways was going to be here... I have horrible luck when around those guys..."
The young lady in a similar jumpsuit would laugh nervously.
" Well thanks anyways... I was able to give them everything else they wanted but those lines where to much of a hassle." Rose would come to comment.

" No worries... tell Lindsey 'Hi'..." Finding himself a little bit at a lost for words. Rose and Lindsey happened to have a relationship while Steven found himself attracted to both. Trying to be more of a friend then end up in a bad situation with his foot in his mouth.
" Sure thing... clock out after this... Al's been trying to find an excuse to put you on a vacation for a few days now..." Rose would warn before heading off to her next work-order. They'd give a wave while Steve came to steal a glance at Rose's backside.
Slowly slipping back into the the tech and mess, the technician would come to sort out how everything moved and worked while finding a new path for each line. Having to step out from the feet to gather up more hose, the tech came back inside and not only routed every thing and checked it... but even went over the specs of each part near the lines to make sure they'd work within their ranges.

Finally done and everything back together, he'd give a numbs up and a smile to one particularly random scientist at his station. A dull look of recognition would come followed by a dry smirk.

Once done and signed off, the massive machine came to life and not a drop of fluid would leave from it's feet. With testing underway, Steven would turn to leave back towards the Well.

Once more listening to music and simply going along, Mr. Gosser would finally get back to his apartment just before noon.
With a quick shower and something to eat, the broad shouldered male came to pass out rather quickly in his bed. Exhausted and knowing he wouldn't be needed for another day an half.

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Al, the supervisor mentioned by Rose and Steven would be looking over daily logs before nearly spitting out a mouthful of coffee from looking at the long list of accomplishments once more done by Steven.
" He's normally able to do one or two heavy tasks by himself... but today he went off the deep end and did almost every work order... " Grinding his teeth, Al would lean back in his chair wondering how long Steven would keep at this random pace.
"... Alright... I'll wait until an opportunity comes up to put him on a vacation... get all the other techs working around the clock then..." smirking with a hint of evil, Al would start devising a plan on how to make himself look better while promoting Steven's accomplishments.

 

[losthowls]

Danny suffered a moment of gut wrenching hatred when the man walked into her office before she said one way or the other. Her temper had ignited, truly she was set ablaze, only inwardly. She sat up straight in her chair eying the man. What project, she thought. However it would only take a second for it to flash in her mind, the one project that she absolutely loathed. This project he'd undoubtedly would refer to, is one of the reasons she just detests what her father is doing, things that shouldn't be messed with. “It is extremely inappropriate that you come to me while I'm working.” Danny had made it very clear, several times, over and over that no one ever comes to her place in the hospital. The very act could cause a weeks worth of suspension or even removal from a project, or loss of job. It really seemed that the responsibility of the corporation was falling solely on her shoulders now. She glared, the look of a scolding, smoldering woman who was maybe twenty, or thirty years his junior. Granted, Danny wouldn't fire him, she would in fact hear what the concern is. She was after all a nice person.

“Anyway.” She said. Motioning for him to close the door to give them privacy. She remained calm, her moment of anger passed and she did not take it out on him. She always held back, always restrained. Unlike her father, or her oldest brother who was often caught yelling at their employees. Even though she wasn't happy, she had been involved several other times on this particular project, one that was originally started by her father who pretty much walked away from it while his scientists continued the work.

Danny was tired not from what happened last night, at least not only that, she was tired of Conway tech and the hospital. Each day dragged on, she had lost some of her drive, her ecstatic nature. Everyday someone had to ask her a question about things she didn't want to be involved with or she was needed to grant approval for some stupid project or another. Just yesterday morning she had signed off on three mech testing and she didn't even bother to read what it was all about, she had been in a hurry that morning.

The testing which would be occurring today and late into the evening. Maybe that is what that constant rumbling was.

“Well what is it Doctor Mitt, what may I help you with.” Many times she has thought about leaving, quitting the hospital and disappearing but she loved her family. Even if they ignored her the majority of her life. Besides that she enjoyed the hospital, she loved helping sick people. If she left she would not have such an opportunity to use daddy's money and give free healthcare to those who cant pay for it, even if they didn’t live in the city. Some people traveled from far away to get a major surgery they couldn't afford, or chemo, or care for their families and children. Occasionally, she has had a couple of those very patients she has treated move here with the money they saved from going somewhere else. Now they contribute to the community like everyone else.

Honestly she needed a break. She needed to do something, make something even. Mo had been her creation when she was a child. Since her father and siblings were ignoring her she went, hacked her fathers mainframe, got into his lab, stole his prototype nanites and built Mo, she had only been seven at the time.

She was thirteen when she built the laser blunderbuss, she had been going through a pirate phases. Everything else she has done, she has done for someone else. When she was eighteen her father had her design the three current mech suits they are working on now. Before she went to college she helped him design a brand new internet mainframe and security network.

Hell she was to young for all of this! To young for having to take on responsibilities of her fathers business. She hasn't experienced anything otherwise. The club. She thought, they don't really get something like that out here often. She could pretend not to be a Conway at all. She could pretend to be a mysterious woman outside of town, course that wouldn't really work. Everyone knows her, she is the youngest Conway.

Mo an impatient little machine, waited all morning long, doing nothing at all really. He could wait no longer! He managed to open the door to the apartment, of course it was not hard at all. He slipped out, little dragonfly like wings flapping insanely and without sound as the door closed behind him. He hovered in the air scanning the hallway before floating away, buzzing. He bounced and swirled around in the air, flying above residences heads who happened to be in the hall.

He came to one. This one he knew, well sorta, see Mo accessed all of Danny's data and with data there is a picture to match. Mark. Mo flew up and above his head, only an inch or so below the ceiling and he would follow the man there on.

Halfway into the conversation Danny will be having with Doctor Mitt, a slight malfunction would occur during one of the testing phase.

One of which she had approved without going over.

It was an above ground test with a Mecha, during a firing simulation the machine reacted negatively and there was an explosion. Very loud and very big. The explosion had thundered over the ground in a mock mini earthquake and the force shattered nearby windows that weren’t reinforced for such. Conway Tech was, as always unaffected.

When the dust settled, alarms within the well, in designated areas, mainly the mechanic areas would sound and not only that, medical personnel but the medical personnel came from Conway Medical.

 

[Thatoneguy85]

Dreams where like rare and beautiful things that came for Steven. Rarely did they make sense or hold any real message. Most the time they weren't even dreams at all. Just nightmares with no real rhyme or reason.

Yet this one was relaxing to the literal zenith.
There he was laying in a button up Hawaiian shirt, with a pair of cargo shorts, while suspended in a hammock on the beach. Sipping sweet liquor from a coconut and enjoying the swaying motion the breezed caused with him hanging over the sand below. All this with an amazing sunset while the roar of the ocean waves came in ... it had to be heaven.

The young maintenance worker would be so shrouded in sleep that upon the entire building shaking with an earth shattering explosion, the male completely forgot his nirvana while flying to the floor of his room.
Now with back to nightstand and right leg up on the bed, the male would have his still holstered pistol pointed towards the bed room door.
Panting for a second and looking around with a bit of unsure confusion, Mr. Gosser came to hear the alarms blaring down the corridors and even in some rooms.
His own had been 'altered' after one fire drill. Instead of removing or damaging the speaker, he had turned it down just enough to still wake him but not enough to make his already mild tendentious worst.

" Crap... I hope this is only a drill... " Scurrying to his clothing discarded near the bed room entrance, Steven would search for his data pad. Sure enough his presence was needed outside in the testing area. An accident had happened. Something resulting in a blast bad enough that even the few trained first responders where needed.
Seeing it'd be quicker to throw on his dirty cloths instead of moving everything to another jumpsuit, Steven came to be standing back in his dark blue jumpsuit. Once his boots where tied and laces tucked in, this tall male would move to grab a different back from near the front door.
This pack happened to be a large duffel bag with a half dozen side pockets, on every side also had an age old symbol. A white red cross in a white circle.

" Trauma kit...ugh...heavy... but check." Straining while getting the massive carrying strap over his shoulder, the male came to check over the area once more before heading out his door.
Turning is data pad on and following the colored map, Mr. Gosser was dashing around people.
Several where talking about just hearing the blast while protected inside of the well. Many more where rushing to get home, simply wanting to head away from the outside.

Turning down a hallway before hitting an access door to the more sensitive areas of the complex, Steven knew a short cut or two to get to the testing grounds. Down a ladder here, threw a crawl area there, then finally one long outer perimeter wall before finding himself coming out in what looked like a loading area with it's main door open to the testing area.
Several people had already been carted, pull and drug in before getting treated.
Since they where ambulatory, alert and showing no signs of breathing problems... Steven continued out of the main bay door to find the scene before him.

Fire covered the sandy testing area, pieces of random metal where scattered all over and near the edge of the testing area happened to be a massive boundary designed to stop and catch anything that could go out into the city near the complex.
But it didn't look promising from his side of things.

While moving around the area, Steven would have enough sense to put on a respirator. After a few seconds of finding a path threw the debris and flaming pieces of metal, Gos would find an unconscious male laying on his side.
First thing to notice would be the white lab coat as Steven would quickly check for breathing then any signs of bleeding. With the steady rise and fall of the man's chest he'd look the doctor over while giving a soft pat down.

" Hey man, I'm not coping a feel here... just checking to make sure you're alright... I'm Steven, if you can hear me please respond... if not I'll do everything I can to help..." With the end of his sentence he'd wait a breath while seeing the doc was completely out of it and unresponsive to verbal communication. Checking to make sure the male was breathing and did have a pulse, A soft pressing pair of fingers would come to the man's wrist while watching for the rise and fall of the white coat wearing man.

Thinking his hearing could be damaged from the explosion, Steven came take a pocket light out and turn it on to look into the ear facing up. Careful not to move the neck, the entire time. Seeing blood seeping out he'd nod a little.
" Perforated, great..." Moving to his bag near them, Steven came to put on a pair of nitrate gloves before scooping out a neck brace.
With gloves on and adrenaline coming down, Steven would carefully move to immobilize the man's neck.

Looking up and around the scene at this point he'd curse noticing something similar to a hydrogen tank sitting in a pool of burning fuel.
Not wanting to wait and find out if it was going to blow, Steven would throw his bag on before leaning down to scoop up on the doc's arms.
" I'm sorry if this hurts, but we need to go... now... "
Grunting and cursing while half dragging the smaller male and his bag, Steven would reach the inside of the loading area as another surge of adrenaline dumped into his system about the time that same tank he'd been feet from erupted.

Inside of proper cover and laying the unknown male down he'd notice several of the still up right and treating crew workers around him came to pause and stare.
Looking back to his impromptu patient, the technician would notice a small amount of blood from the doc's leg now, he'd groan out almost instantly to the male in the neck brace.
Moving to get a better look, Steven began to cut away at the doc's pants and went about putting a pair of pressure dressings around either side of a small jutting metal fragment in the side of the calf. Once placed and tight another dressing came to wrap around the object and dressings to hold still. The next wrap would be tighter but still enough to get two fingers in to the wrap.

Now worried the doc he'd never seen or meet before might be harmed else where from this accident a bit more attention to detail was given to checking the patient over, this time with mask off and placed in his bag. With no other noticeable wounds, Mr. Gosser came back to the leg wound and found some blood had managed to stain the outer layer.
Taking another pressure dressing he'd wrap right over the old ones. Once more nice and tight without cutting off circulation. After all the man needed to have a foot once the real EMTs could get him to the hospital.

Almost one cue, a team of fire fighters would start rushing out to fight the blaze near the loading area's main roll up door.

As a few minutes turned into fifteen, the first aid trained male would start handing out supplies to everyone working on one wound or another. Pausing to yell at a fool wanting to put a belt on a doc's arm for a mild cut.

Reassuring another who happened to catch some glass in the face. And finally gently pulling another away from a rather burned person who was trying to force CPR upon a burnt corpse.
" You did everything you could... it's alright... just... focus on getting some air... head inside... follow these men..."

It was a heaven send when the professionals showed up... or so he thought.
Moving back towards his first patient... Steven would motion over one particular male that was carrying a fold up gurney.

" Non-ambulatory, perforated ears and foreign object in left calf... unconscious and can't seem to bring him around... got him out before a hydrogen tank blew. " Pausing to breath and look at the fire fights as the EMT began to unfolding the gurney.
"... Didn't know if his neck was hurt so the neck brace is on, should we get a stretcher board instead?"

After a few seconds the EMT would say 'no' before stopping and pointing down with a stunned look to the doctor's name tape.

"Holy -$%&" A string of non-polite curses would come out of Steven's mouth for several seconds as he'd look at a more then likely younger brother to the man he'd meet just that morning. Another Conway Heir.

" I swear to god, if I meet another today I'm going to get fired..." The EMT would shake his head to Steven's comment.
" I think you'll be fine man... Lets get him on the gurney and out of here..."


A few people would think saving a rich person could be a rewarding concept. But Steven found the idea gut wrenching in simple-concept. It meant the guy would go two directions. Thank him and be done with it or give unwanted attention. He really hoped a simple verbal thanks would be all that came out of it. Badly. Unwanted attention always lead to bad things for Mr. Gosser.

Once this slightly taller and stockier Conway was on the Gurney, Steven came to find the EMT's attention to the company heir was priority. Leading Gurney and Steven to an ambulance parked a few loading bays away on the outer perimeter wall. The laborer would turn to try and get another person in and hop out but the doors seemed to close before he had the chance.

" What the hell?" Turning back the EMT was already trying to administer an I.V. But was noticeably to low on the forearm.

" You're not going to get a vein their... and why am I being brought along... I'm fine... let someone else go with Mr. Conway here. " Steven tried to reason.
The still un-named guy wearing an EMT outfit would shrug for a minute before motioning for Steven give the I.V.

" Are you kidding me?" Glaring now, Gos would take it before grunting about the baby face not knowing what he's doing.

Turning and ducking out of the rear of the ambulance, the male would leave the two in the back. Just Gos and Mr. Conway now.
With a lurch the vehicle took off signalling the younger EMT was taking them directly to the hospital's ER.

With needle in and med-tape on the I.V. to hold it in, Steven would check the saline solution to make sure a slow but constant flow was getting in. Clicking the bag up onto a holding arm, This over worked and under paid worker came to find an old rhythm of checking the man's vitals and making minor adjustments.
Breathing was stable, Pulse was level, Blood wasn't soaking threw the bandage and he was somewhat stationary... Yet still not conscious.

With the sudden feel of the vehicle coming to a rather quick stop, the back end of the vehicle would fly open as the bright light of the sun behind the ER workers came to fill his senses.

" Non-ambulatory, perforated ears and foreign object in left calf...Unconscious and unable to respond... Otherwise stable... "
Blurting out the same facts he told the EMT the first time around Steven would hold a nitrate gloved hand up to try and see who was hopefully taking the man from his care.

 

[HaloHeroWolf118]

Doctor Mitt shuffled a few pages around, "It just one of the brain scans and a sample of brain wave readings." he said his tone even as if he was talking just some patient in the hospital as they did have patients in a coma. That fact would have to be confirm though as Mitt rarely left the Well, he wasn't foolish how ever he knew enough to pass for staff especially since he was a doctor. Mitt approached her desk the file in hand that he extended meaning to hand them over to her for her inspection. "We noted a few odd things since the operation." he continued while he waited for her to take the file, "If you could look it over I will note that I sought your expert opinion on the matter." he finished. It was was his hope that having her opinion to include his argument would be listened to that the subject may grow unstable with continued exposure to the 'implant'.

After she had taken the file he waited patiently for her to look it over and examine it. He was examining his shoe when he heard the distant sound of ambulance alarms as they sped away from the Hospital. Mitt found the sound annoying but at least that meant it was doing it's job of being noticed it was the direction that were going as he listened. The Well was equipped with basic medical facilities meant for minor injuries so special alarm systems had been devised between the Hospital and the Well that in case of a dire emergency would dispatch aide. All this formed the reason why the sirens of the ambulance were going in that direction worry creased his brow as he turned while listening to the vehicles leave.

 

[losthowls]

Danny took the files from Dr. Mitt and she examined them taking note of the abnormalities. Abnormalities the experiment was of the utter most dangerous, abnormalities would be the least of their problems.. Several possibilities could occur, there was a .5% chance something wouldn't happen. “It is a concern.” It was one she did not want to admit, if there was no concern she wouldn't need to get involved. “To be certain I'll have to run my own tests...” She too heard the ambulances take off, their sirens blaring. Multiple ambulances, which meant something happened. The rumble she had ignored now brought worry. “Setup it up Dr. Mitt for tomorrow morning and I'll have my findings for you.”

Nurses were running past her office and after the few minutes the ambulances that were gone returned. She was paged over the loud speaker, needed immediately. “Tomorrow morning.” She stood from her desk and gave Mr. Mitt his files back, pushing them into his arms as she walked past him. “ 6 am. On the dot. Your presence isn't mandatory Dr. Mitt. I'll send over the data.”

Everything outside of her office was nothing but chaos. Like for a moment everyone just forgot how to do anything. The first ambulance arrived and followed only a few seconds after was another one. The gurney wheeled out of the back while Dr. Conway and her staff burst through the doors to the outside. Danny took notice of the man spouting out the usual, where the hell was the EMT? She realized who it was on the gurney. In such situations, normally someone would have a moment of sheer collapse but it did not faze her. She checked his pupils as they started to wheel him in. Nurses brought over the proper vital monitors. Transparent blue and pink screens flickered on over his body giving instant readings. He would not be top priority even though her entire staff knows who he is. He was stable one, or two nurses can handle it.

“Are you alright? Are you injured?” She asked the man who had been ridding in the ambulance with her brother. It truly was a bother how tentative her staff was to her older brother, a flock of them had gathered around his gurney. “Get him into room 6. He is stable, he isn’t top priority.” She commanded one of the nurses, the second ambulance wheeling in another victim to the blast and the third ambulance.

The third ambulance had the pilot. The EMT was yelling for assistance and Danny didn't wait for an answer from anyone, she was shouting out commands and her stuff regained some of its composure and the ER was reacting as an ER should. The pilot looked as though he had been doused with gasoline. His skin black, red and blistering, his clothing melted into his flesh and he was missing a leg. He was awake, luckily not yet in pain due to the burns.

Outlook of survival. Grim. There was that one percent chance however and Danny would make use of it. The EMT and Danny rushed the man inside, telling anyone in their way to move. It was crucial they got him to the burn unit, to a sterilized room. He was completely susceptible to infection. The Pilot was trying to tell Danny something, but she couldn't hear him. One of her nurses came to help but the condition of the pilot sent her spinning and throwing up on the wall. “I need some help over here now!!” Danny shouted as they slammed the gurney through the clear sliding doors, which opened automatically they were moving so fast the doors almost didn’t have time to open.

Other patients with burns, glass and cuts, lashes would be arriving soon after. Some in ambulances, others were walking, and other just driving them right up to the doors causing a huge mess out in the parking lot.

Danny tapped the top of her watch and a transparent screen popped up. While running down the hallway toward the burn unit she went through the menus on the screen. She initiated an antibacterial douse, a decontamination upon their arrival to one of the surgery rooms. The room will be vacuumed sealed in order to keep the patient from becoming infected. Also all the equipment would be turned on, setup and ready for her to use. Since her staff has seemed to falter the use of robotic tools will setup the tools she will need to remove his clothing from his scorched flesh.

The pilot was top priority.

 

[Thatoneguy85]

" I'm good... More then likely about to head back for more... " Motioning vaguely while still unsure who the young medical Doctor was. But didn't care, he just wanted to get away from the situation and patient at hand.

With his charge taken and a sigh of relief, the EMT would lean to yell back about he was heading back. It would be during that moment of looking at the parking lot and slowly building control on the area, while reflecting on the sheer damages back in the training area, Gos would nod and move to close the doors so they could head back.
The instant they got back, any other lesser injured would be helped into the ambulance while the EMT who was supposed to be in the back would hope in and leave Steven standing there for a moment.
And just like any other road side event, as soon as the last emergency vehicle was gone... an odd empty feeling came to hang over the area.
Turning to check over his wrist watch, an old g-shock he actually kept alive since he was a kid, before his data-pad. No other updates came for him being needed.
It wasn't that late, and felt like it wasn't over just yet. Something felt off.

Curious about what project had failed so badly, as well as if he ever touched the equipment... Gos would head back to the outdoor testing facility to try and have his own questions answered. Perhaps if he found the cause or even at least how it happened... he could feel a little more settled about his rudely awakened day. One that was supposed to originally be off.

 

[HaloHeroWolf118]

Mark had been near the exits when he felt the ground shake beneath him, he heard the distant noise of the explosion and turned in its direction. Only emergency Elevators would work though a few other lifts would also be working as to evacuate any one from areas where the fires or contaminates might spread. As he sped for one of the emergency elevators Nergal chimed in, *Why bother your a weapon not a doctor or medic the explosion should have made you pop a woody soldier.* the voice cackled at his crude remark. Mark ignored Nergal like always though suppressing him never lasted long it at least bought him a few hours of feeling like he was alone in his own head. Entered the first lift and went down to the level where the emergency was he came out near the storage area for the Mech Suits. Nothing had gone off in here but Mark could see smoke and the flickering of flames just outside the heavy doors that were opened just wide enough for a human to walk through with an inch or two on either side. Edric looked up at the Mech suits and he could feel or rather got the mental image of Nergal drooling over such large 'toys'. Mark headed for the door and saw a few people stumbling through the smoke the less injured helping a someone who was groaning and leaning on the other heavily suggesting a broken leg. Mark approached them and helped them get to the emergency lift so they could get to the top floor and get pick up by some emergency crew.

He left the storage room once the lift had started off and went back to find more people he passed the testing ground for the Mechs seeing it was ground zero for the accident. He saw some emergency response people and helped out where he could mostly helping them lift the injured onto gurneys. He informed a young EMT about the two people he had sent up in a lift and the kid just nodded and moved off he seemed a little put out by all of what had occurred here but Mark was only glad there weren't any more explosions going off. He helped the injured while they waited for more medical personal to return and give some real help to the injured. Those that were dead were left where they lay time enough for the dead after those still breathing got out safe. Mark had seen stuff like this before taking out terrorist groups and pirates and all the scum the world had to offer made all this feel like another day on the job. Mark hated that somethings made you numb to others and you constantly felt that where you belonged was in the jungle or desert or prowling through slums after human traffickers. Mark would have been one of those if he didn't know how to stop being the soldier his mom advice on the subject had been to find a good woman but there weren't many that struck his interest. With a mental shake Mark brought himself back to the present and found he had wandered back to the training area. He looked around at the damage as his boots crunched on broken glass, "What happened here?" he asked himself.
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Dr.Mitt nodded and took back his file he left through a side entrance not wanting to get caught up in the sudden bustle of activity that was going on. "Concern?" he said to himself mulling over what Danny had said he tapped his watch and a screen appeared he jotted down the note and sent a message to Mark telling him where to report for tests in the morning. He decided to go back to the Well since he had no where else to go, "I might have allowed the creation of a monster but I won't allow that thing to endanger the world." he muttered Mark was only Case-149A and that was all he was. Mitt never talked to Mark seeing only subject and the possible success of creating a weapon for Conway to sell. The problem was that 'Implant' was the only one no other 'implants' could be found. If this information Danny provided then they'd cut out the Implant and study it to see if it possible to replicate the implant. He had also never liked Mark with the way he carried on with his dear Juliet now Mark would be gone and Juliet all his.

 

[losthowls]

The wreckage, spewed all over the sandy grounds, minor flames were left to burn out on their own. There would be little of the mech left, tiny pieces of it just scattered. The cockpit was perhaps the largest piece which still remained somewhat in tact though charred on the inside. The massive amount of damage done to the suit was bizarre. Even if it exploded due to malfunctions the majority of the suit would have remained intact and the pilot would have sustained only minor injuries. The cleanup would not take affect until all persons, dead or alive were removed from the field. Then, the suit, piece by every single tiny piece would be collected and piled for examination. Nothing was ever thrown away either, this suit could be recycled. The lead of this project would have been one of the ones to be apart of the inspection but he was currently in the hospital.

Still, the Conway bother had only joined in this morning on the testing to really just observe. Danny should have inspected the machine before she signed off on the tests and she didn't. It would be assumed that she had, no one ever signs off otherwise. The rest of the Conway's wont bother themselves with this mess, especially if they see Danny's signature on the sign off. It'll be her entire responsibility.

Mo knowing his duty to help Danny in any way possible would also find his way outside. He stayed high above the wreck and out of the way, out of view. He would run scans over the wreck, over the dead bodies and over anyone else who was outside. Collecting data which would be placed into a file into Danny's own secured network, that Mo maintained just for her.

It would take several hours to get to cleanup but once the last body is removed, the proper equipment would be brought in to find every piece that can't been seen by the human eye.

Within the hospital it would feel like decades. Each patient brought in, taken to a room, taken to surgery, the dead being hauled down into the basement for autopsy. Other doctors had to be called in, nurses which weren't scheduled for another couple hours came in early. Even counselors were on standby if anyone needed to talk.

Even when she was finished and forcefully relieved by a fellow doctor her day wouldn't be over. She would leave the hospital, stepping out into the quiet, ominous, empty parking lot. She just stood there, smoke still left a haze in the sky. Outside of the hospital and Conway tech life was normal, people went about their business.

Dusk. The sky illuminated with blues and orange and a nasty gray hue from the explosion. She tapped her watch and a screen appeared. She did a quick search through the schedules. Subject—105—Obsidian: schedule for a 4pm test run with her scribbled signature on the sign off. Her heart sank. The screen flickered off and she started for the corporation. What had she done? Guilt consumed her as she wrapped her mind around what happened.

The what ifs. IF she inspected the machine like she should have this might not have happened. People would be dead or hurt. Not just the employees....her brother was injured too. She disregarded her responsibility and put people in danger.

With the injured and the dead taken care of the other workers went about their jobs. As if it hadn't happened at all. It was a shut off, something Danny didn't have. She hesitated after stepping out of the lift. Other mechs, finished and unfinished stood in place. Shadows being cast from there massive frames.

The monitoring station was unattended, Danny approached that first. She brought up all the schematics of the mech Obsidian and checked to see if any diagnostics had been done during or after the testing.

 

[Thatoneguy85]

Bag still attached to him, mind still numb and feet just moving for hours threw the wreckage...
Steven found the scene insanely familiar. All of it. Yet he didn't say a thing, show a sign of the hairs raised on the back of his neck. Show even an ounce of worry over every one moving to send the dead away and start clean up.
He did his part while primarily looking threw it all.
Finding the cockpit resting on what remained of the mech's torso, scorch marks still fresh across every inch of metal.
With others still moving around, he'd immediately move to the black boxes in the cockpit. Coupler extended from his data pad while moving to pop any latches or hatches along the way.
Tools working while wearing a full face respirator-mask, Hands popping open compartments and quickly copying files from every digital recorder in the burnt out area. Moving to sit in the seat while the main black box came to take the longest, Steven would look around at the odd patterns of the flame. Inspecting the controls, some melted and other simple broken.
Coming to take up a pilot's usual seat stance, he'd smirk behind the mask at the thought of trying his hand at being a pilot.
His chuckle would leave as soon as the noise signalling the copying was complete.


Once done and pad secure, Steven would move about taking photos with the pad and mask's built in camera. Showing the lay out of the wreckage and how the metal jutted from the sands.
For a brief instant it looked like the thing had been slammed into the sand before it blew.
Turning to take a few pics of the barrier walls and outer loading doors, Mr. Gosser would notice a few supervisors coming out to over see the collection of the wreckage as well as to do their excellent job of micro-managing.
Figuring he had everything short of a time machine to go back and watch events unfold, Steven would leave the area.
Blending in with others moving to move parts and pieces in towards the loading area.
After all everything would be analyzed by engineers and scientists until the next model was ready to be tested. Then as with most terrible things, it'd all be used to reassemble the machine, usually half of it would be replaced by people like him once snags came along in their testing.

Slipping out the way he first came in from, Mr. Gosser would take the overly elaborate route back to his room. Only finding himself wanting to lock the doors and keep his pistol closer then before.
Granted their where paid professionals out there trying to determine what happened, but he needed to know for himself. Something gnawing at the back of his mind was almost making him obsess over it.

Once changed into a sleeveless-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, Steven would get behind his computer and disconnect it from the network. Linking up his data-pad, which was currently disconnected from the network as well.
Part of him knew what he'd find, terms of normal readings and output for machine and pilot.

But the young technician also knew he didn't have to be so 'cloak & dagger' about his actions. He had almost as much clearance and qualification as any of the Conway Heirs.
Though curiosity and a need to know kept him staring at the screen as the loading bar was about to finish on the screen.

 

[HaloHeroWolf118]

Mark wasn't one to pry into company business he was a volunteer test subject not an employee of Conway so why was he taking such an interest in what had happened to the mech. He had probably read to many old Detective books during his stay at the Well, he had walked around the testing ground for a few hours before heading for the Monitoring station. He had no clearance to access any of the readings but at least he could find a place to get a better view. He looked out of the Monitoring stations window at the wreckage below things would soon be back to normal repairs would get under way as would the investigation into why the Mech had exploded. His day off had been side tracked by the incident and as he tapped his watch and the screen appeared he noted a message from Mitt, the message just told him to appear at Conway Medical at 6am. He sighed more tests he was getting tired of being poked and prodded by doctors he was ready to get back to his unit.

He was tempted to access the logs for the test anyway but decided against it this was a company concern not his. He had turned to leave when he heard someone approaching the room he didn't really need to panic but the sudden feeling he should hide washed over him. He looked around an saw nothing that could hide him he looked up and saw nothing so he jumped and used his new abilities to cling to the ceiling while Nergal provided some camouflage by extend a number of tentacle like appendages with webbing between them. The illusion would make him look like mere ceiling unless someone was tall enough to reach the ceiling.

A woman entered the room he didn't recognize her but he could easily tell she worked at the hospital Conway Medical. He hadn't met the Conway who ran the place but from what he heard she was quite nice by handing out free medical care to the poor and so forth. She seemed tired coming from the Hospital he knew why she accessed the computer that held the logs for the test and Mark lowered himself quietly to the ground. He made no noise as his feet touched the ground and he retracted the tentacle like appendages. He didn't say anything as he looked over her shoulder at the screen, "My money's on sabotage." he said at last breaking the silence of the room as he made his bet as to the reason behind the Incident. He had removed his shades at some point and so his green and black eyes were clear to see as he stood their watching the woman while also looking at the screen.

 

[losthowls]

Calm; the moment before the storm, the silence, the eerie stillness. She breathed in, slow and out steady. Focused on the screen before her, taking in the flashing data, streams of numbers and encrypted symbols. She didn't flinch, she wasn't startled, he hadn't scared her, nor surprised her. She passed over his sudden appearance without a thought. “Obviously.” There was no tone in her voice, no sense of emotion, she was completely unreadable. She was wise only to pull up certain data, since now she had someone looking over her shoulder. She transferred all the files on the mech to her system and sent out an order to have all the parts sent to her personal laboratory immediately for further examination. She exited the screen and shut the entire system down, every test will be suspended until she examined the machine.

She turned around and faced the man. She didn’t realize she was still wearing her doctor's uniform but had lost her name tag in the chaos.

There in her eyes the fierce essence of her soul blazed within the abyss of her pitch black pupils. Mirrored in the brown irises, with the splattered bits of gold was condemnation; the guilt eating away within her. She will be consumed and allow herself to be haunted. She suffered from a self induced agony that weeded through her very veins and it has been ignited with the force of her guilt ten fold.

Loathing rose fast and hot as molten lava, oozing from her pores when it occurred to her who he was. She smiled, a pleasant expression of her annoyance. Number of reasons popped up as to why he was here in the monitoring room. “Heh.” She dismissed him, walking past him as though he wasn't there. It did indeed cause suspicion but she wasn't suspicious of him. He wouldn't have the capability, his counterpart possibly but it made her think.

It made her think of who else had access, not only before or during Obsidian’s creation but after the explosion. The clean up could have been tampered with, the evidence removed. Attacks against the corporation weren't unheard of, it has happened before and threats; threats of death, kidnapping, hacking and so on.

After her time with subject-stupidest-arrogant project 149A in the morning she'll have to bring in some of the more hands on crew. She'd tap her watch, the screen came up and floated in front of her. She'd send out a memo to those mechanic crew members who've ever worked on Obsidian and to any who were there before or after explosion. They would have to be at her lab by 7:30 am, mandatory. She'd also put a stop to any trash disposals, for the most part everything would basically be shut down, put in limbo and the system network would be locked down, no data will leave the network unless it was hacked.

She wouldn't bother with anyone else. She was swallowed within her own thoughts, going over the data she picked out from the diagnostics files and potential suspects. She would not rule anyone out, even her own family.

Danny would go back to her apartment. Mo was waiting for her. She stood inside her apartment, dirty, tired, her clothing covered in small stains of blood. Mo hovered in front of her still in the shape of a gecko with a bubbly head. “Mo, over see the transportation of Obsidian to my lab. You will be invisible.” Mo swayed from side to side, he knew better not to test her now, not in the emotional state she was in. The readings he acquired from her were off the chart, he'd rather not be smashed. The door would open when he left and he disappeared into oblivion.

She'd shower by the time she was done it was 11:30.
Mo was in stealth mode spying on the workers as they moved the mech, not only did he watch them but he scanned the network for any abnormalities, out going data or security breaches. He also stayed aware of anyone that shouldn't be there in the move.

What was it that people would do when something disastrous happened? Those that weren’t directly affected went about their plans. How she desperately wanted to be one of those people. Her conscious said otherwise, she needed to be responsible, take actions, not sleep. But she was tired of doing it that way, so she decided to pretend to be one of those people who didn't have to carry that weight on their shoulders.

She'd go to that club. It wasn't her thing and that is exactly why she wants to go. All dressed up she was someone different. She wore a dress she would have never worn before. It was short, fitting and it sparkled with blue sequence. She wore heels to match. Why did she even have the dress? Well because one time she was out getting lunch. The dress was displayed in a window and she thought, why not, she really didn't have an intention to ever wear it.

She was someone else, today’s events didn’t happen to her. She didn't want to be a Conway. She'd go to the club, get herself couple drinks and wash it all away. It won't take much since she was never really a drinker.

 

[HaloHeroWolf118]

*I think I like this one.* Nergal said as they watched the woman leave, *Such turmoil and defiance in those eyes yet something familiar...* he finished drifting off. Mark soon followed after her at a distance before following her proved not to be as important. He returned to his room the door hissed open at his approach electronic doors were much easier to seal than ones with handles. Mark removed his shirt tossing his shirt into a fancy new machine that wasn't commercially available it was a machine designed to clean clothes better. He still preferred the traditional method of wash as he sat on his couch he turned on the tv with a tap of his hand on a holographic interface that responded to his wrist watch. He flipped a few channels till he found something interesting landing on some venture show with an Australian man.*Heh I think is the one where he gets...*Nergal chuckled A memory coming through Mark made him stop.

^The reef sparkled with what lunar light pierced those cold depths, the creatures seeming to react to their presence scurried along faster as they passed him and three others like him. As the facility appeared out of the gloom like a sunrise. "Jark Squad Inglorious 8." he said as they sped up rising up to align with a proper access port, "Approaching insertion zone." he finished as they used their power the suits alowing them to shift to accommodate the new shape that let him grip the cold steel. ^ Marik shook his head as the memory faded. It was odd to get such vivid memories as he slept but Mark just rolled over.
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Mitt entered the Well immediately moving toward the lifts that would take him to his housing level. He looked up and files that had been sent to him none had. It was annoying to be sent something meaning he had to work not his. Mitt passed Juliet's door and paused to listen, he heard her talking the voice distorted through the metal. He heard her say a name he recognized and its mention infuriated him Juliet wanted that Neanderthal Abomination Mark Graves. He moved away from the door when he heard footsteps heading into his room that was four doors down. He slipped in just as Juliet stuck her head out her door her long blond hair falling just past her shoulders. From his room he heard her close her door before going further into his apartment his anger burning out as he removed his clothes and went to bed.

 

[Thatoneguy85]

The rest of the hectic day had drug on either behind the computer screen or moving around once at a road block. The data all showed everything was perfectly inside of the normal. Hell the data showed the machine had ran gloriously, until some random explosion came out of it somewhere.
As if it was something outside of the machines fault.
" Someone purposely blew this up... who would throw a monkey-wrench into something that damn expensive...?" The thinking out loud mixed with emotions.
Slowly his mind would come to possible company rivals, disgruntled employees or even former employees.
Next came the obvious, another groan before getting up to move around his apartment and do something away from what frustrated him.
After putting a few dishes away and bagging some trash that would be dropped down the small incinerator shoot, Steven came to move to the middle of his living room floor. Twelve by ten was rather expansive to him, and perfect room for the male to drop to the front-leaning-rest position. From there Mr. Gosser would do a few light calisthenics while always switching back to do at least ten push-ups.

Once winded and coming to stand the ring of his door bell came to fill the room. Not in his jumpsuit, having disrobed that hours ago, the tech was now in a tank top and pair of cargo-shorts.
Wondering if it was Allen his supervisor coming to complain about something or perhaps someone higher who knew he had stolen the data, let alone a few other ideas all came to mind.
" Hello?" Steven came to call out while moving towards the kitchen counter where his still holstered pistol sat.
" Hey man, it's drinking night... come on... you know the entire city will be hoping after this afternoon's fireworks show!" It was Phil and he happened to be in a Hawaiian shirt that looked like 'Walt Disney' threw up on.
The visual of him came over the doorway's camera, while he motioned and spoke his concern of wanting to go drink.
Pressing the hand icon on the door, it'd slide open as the aluminum finish gleamed from the light in the area behind Phil.

" You're still not ready?!" Phil looked shocked, while Steven moved back to his room to shut down the computer and his pad.
" Look, I was at the wreck, I'm first responder certified remember?" Gos would continue while moving to get a shirt to put on over his tank-top.

"All the more reason to go... just get your ass washed, I'll try not to scoop up all the ladies..." Moving with the hint that Phil might have 'pre-gamed' before walking towards the bar, Steven shook his head knowing if he didn't go some form of questions and harassment would come from his co-workers.
It had been a long damn day and he really should pull his head away from the crassness that had filled it.

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About an hour would pass before Steven would be standing in the door way of the most lively bar so close to Conway Tech.
The town was simple to navigate and easier at times to walk then trying to drive.
The young tech found Phil, Rose and Lindsy sitting with others from his section while they lightened the mood. Not to many from their crew had been injured and the few that did where lucky enough to be out and drinking with them.
Though 'Gos' was always the quiet one, yet listening and speaking when something came up.
Now he stood with cleaner skin, a silver button up shirt covered in random red and black tribal pattern and a pair of slacks. Work boots still sticking out from underneath, but old habits where hard to kill.

Wondering if he should have his second day off start with a hang-over, Part of him came to question the idea of getting a real drink while near the bar. At that time he was downing more of the chem-hydration drinks that would make modern day Gatorade look like salt-water.
While sitting there the thoughts of once more, 'who would want to damage the prototype' came to mind.

 

[losthowls]

Case 149A was on her mind though it wasn't the only thing. She was thinking about it because it kept her from thinking about other things, or maybe it was just the two shots she just had. She was thinking of how to go about her early morning examine of him. It is possible the implant could affect the host. What good were readings when you can't get into their head? She would gladly terminate the project, she hated it after all. Yet... it intrigued her. This was the side of her, she tried to suppress. Out of all the experiments he was the only subject who hadn't rejected any sort of...foreign implant. He was a success currently. If she notices anything bizarre she'd immediately end the project but if she didn't...

Another drink came her way, did she order that one? Danny forgot but she didn't care either. She was sitting alone, all dressed up, her makeup done and her hair. She sipped the drink. It was something fruity. Her head spun momentarily and she mused. Why would Case 149A be in the monitoring station, was it just pure human curiosity? Hmnn..maybe she'd ask him but would he tell the truth?

She started to speculate and her mind went back to all the wounded that came into the hospital today. If she had checked the mech before the testing, before she signed off on it...all those people who were hurt, or dead wouldn't be. It was depressing, she drank her drink but the feelings wouldn't go away.

Her brother was in the hospital but there was part of her that didn't care he got hurt. He was going to be fine, sure. Still she wondered if she'd miss him if he was gone.

Danny looked around the club, people were dancing, laughing, drinking, for the most part enjoying themselves. She really wasn't, truthfully she was bored and dizzy. Perhaps if she had 'friends' this would be more fun. No one sat next to her, she was avoided, those who knew who she was stayed very far away from her..even the bar tender seemed try and not come to close. Heaven forbid someone has a conversation with her.

She downed the rest of her drink and motioned for the bar tender....and waited..and waited.

 

[Thatoneguy85]

Gosser once more was checking something over on his phone before Phil come up and put two drinks into his hands.
" Here take this... go over to that young lady over there..." Pointing directly at Danny.
" The hell are you doing?" Steven would glare for a moment with directions being given to him.
" What does it look like, I'm helping you... no one's bothered her yet so go..." Phil holding off on the part where she was the only female Conway.
" Alright... but don't say I didn't warn you..."

Gosser would move to where Danny was sitting. Gently sliding the two drinks onto the table, moving to sit across from the lady. The drinks he had brought over look apparently similar to what she was finishing up.
Looking to her with a casual smile, Steven would wait until a rather noisy group passed behind him before saying anything.
" Hello, I'm Steven... " stopping himself from some corny introduction, the male's eyes adjusted further on her. Something about this woman was familiar.
"...You don't suppose we've meet, do you?" cautious in his words knowing that day had been anything but normal.
Part of him wondered about this attractive young lady left alone. Perhaps she was one of the last few ladies left, or perhaps she was someone of importance. Either way, Steven would attempt to try and keep her attention for the time being.

But as seconds ticked away, the odd feeling of knowing her from some where kept nagging at him. As if he should know better...

 

[HaloHeroWolf118]

Juliet fidgeted outside the metal door she had never done something like this before she had always been that quiet bookish girl who some might of said had advanced to far for her age. Her parents had pressed her to achieve academically ever since she was young, she had ignored everything she wanted boys, friends and being a regular child. She took a deep breath and pressed the button that would alert the occupant that someone was at their door. She was dressed in a nice sky blue dress with white flowers decorating the bottom of her knee length dress her make up was nothing extravagant or eye catching other than a pair of hanging pink heart earrings on both ears. She waited clutching her hand bag in front of her hands down as she stood there she heard movement inside and the door opened. The blush that spread over her face as her bright brown eyes fell upon the chiseled chest and abs of her crush Mark. She looked up as Mark stood a good foot or more taller than she did and she wore simple white flats having never owned a pair of high heels. Her eyes met his and she felt a small intake of breath as her mouth opened slightly, the light had caught Marks eyes in such a way that the pair seemed to glow green as he was still partly concealed in the shadow of his room.

Juliet smiled and looked away bashfully as the butterflies in her stomach fluttered making it difficult to speak for fear that she would embarrass herself. She looked up again to see a smile on Marks face the smile added to her impression of his predatory image she found so attractive. "I..." she began her voice barely above a whisper, "I...w-was thinking that since we both had a day off w-we could.." she paused looking up at him she hadn't said anything but was now leaning against his door frame watching her. "Could go for some drinks?" she finished at last more boldly than she had meant. Mark stood strait, "Sure why not I'm feeling to wired to sleep now." he said. His voice was calming to her a deep male voice she had envisioned many princes had when they spoke to their princess. "Just let me throw on something." he continued turning from her. She felt the blush return as her eyes scanned his muscled back the strange tattoo like marking lending her a vision of herself pressed against him. His voice broke her daydream as he talked to her and she had only responded with confused 'Ya wha'. "You can come in and wait if you like." he repeated smiling at her. Mentally berating herself she followed him in. The lights came on to reveal his spartan accommodations, she liked that about him he was also simple in his way of living a reason she felt she could help him.
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Mark had been surprised to hear his door go off as he had rolled over to try and sleep again after a disturbing memory dream. Standing he went to answer it using the door's camera to see who it was, Juliet a young prodigy now Dr. at Conway she worked on the project he was in. They felt a woman's presence during the tests would allow him to be more relaxed. Mark had noticed her attraction for him before the operation that gave him Nergal, *Mmmm, such a tasty little morsel.* Nergal growled a wave of lust coming through their connection. Mark had to admit that he like Juliet her gentle manner and bashful awkward movements when alone had attracted him. He opened the door and immediately noticed the blush that appeared on her face the instant she looked at his chest. Her long copper colored hair had been placed in a braid like always he braid reaching down the bottom of her rear, her brown eyes met his and he heard her gasp but not in fear in aw or attraction.

He stood their waiting for her to speak and when she did he was rather impressed she hadn't stammered to much. He was thankful for his enhanced senses as they allowed him to hear her bashful muttering. He told her yes he like to join her and went on to say he needed to dress and that she could wait inside his quarters. *Half way there now to go Conan on this sweet little thing.* Nergal growled lustily in Marks head. Mark pushed Nergal down and held him down while he went to his room not bothering to close the door as he changed. He was not worried about hiding his body from her since she had seen everything having been there for all the tests. He pulled on some clothes a proper shirt black of course his unit emblem emblazoned on the right shoulder in green. Jeans motorcycle boots and before he pulled on his leather jacket he sprayed on some body spray and washed his mouth out twice to get rid any bad breath he might have.

When he came out pulling his jacket on and opened fingered gloves his last addition being his sun glass' it didn't matter whether it was day or night he could see as good in day as he could at night. "Let's go." he said smiling down at her as she had taken a seat on the couch.

The were soon leaving the Well and Mark had to do a little convincing to get her on his bike. Soon they were driving down the road her arms wrapped around his middle tightly her braid luckily started at the base of her skull so her helmet didn't muss her hair. They pulled up to the bar parking in a space she got off first then him, he offered her his arm and she gladly accepted it leaning against him. The smile on her beautiful face told him just how happy she was, they entered the bar and Mark immediately recognized the woman from the monitoring station at the bar with someone else. A man he didn't know he seemed to be trying to strike up a conversation with her. Mark led Juliet over to the bar and asked the bartender who seemed to be procrastinating in serving the woman as he hand Mark two Smirnoffs ever since getting Nergal Mark couldn't stand the taste of beer. They stood at the bar she sipping her bottle while he looked out over the rest of the bar, some couples were dancing to the music while others were just enjoying the bars many games and drinks. Mark kept his attention on Juliet who was watching him waiting for him to strike up a conversation. "So tell me first time ever going on a date?" he asked this sent her into a stammering and bashful conversation that Mark politely listened to.
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She was on a date with Mark her heart was beating so fast as she followed him from his quarters, onto the lifts and out the front doors. She had needed some convincing to get on his bike but after she told herself this was a night of first she waited for him to get on before getting on behind him. He handed her a spare helmet and she put it on it fit well which meant she wasn't the first girl he had taken for a ride this made her feel a little insecure about her figure. She was nearly as flat as a board but for her small perky c-cups her hips weren't very large but when she heard the engine start all that vanished as she pressed against his back and wrapped her arms around his middle tightly. She could smell the deodorant he had sprayed on through his jacket the two scents mixed together to make a scent she never wanted to live without. She sighed as she seemed unaware they were already well on their way.

She was again nervous when they stopped and she noted they were at a Bar. She felt rather out of place with her nice girl dress as she had been told by her parents that bars were where criminals and nasty people went to drink. She had taken his arms trusting Mark that he wouldn't take her anyplace seedy. In fact the bar was nice the music wasn't very loud which was a plus. It was clean and save for the smell of cigarette smoke it was fine, they went to stand at the bar and Mark ordered them some drinks she wasn't a big drinker. She was rather surprised he hadn't ordered a beer since her father had always drank beer and it was in her mind the drink that men went for. Before she could work up the nerve to ask he posed her a question, she blushed and stammered as she worked out her answer. They were standing next to two other people one was a man in a silver button up shirt covered in red and black tribal markings and woman she thought she recognized.

 

[losthowls]

Someone actually came over? And not only but had the balls to sit down with her. Danny stared at him. Was he crazy? Nobody wanted anything to do with her period and he just comes along and sits down, casually. The expression on her face was a little moronic, it was hard to process. She could understand why nobody wanted too. She was a Conway and they weren't very well liked. Course she got along well enough with everyone in the hospital, she still had a working relationship and it didn't go any further than that. She wasn't like her brothers, she was more controlled but nobody would know that exactly, since no one tried to get to know her. She was labeled, however her brothers acted it reflected off her.

Ahh...so that explains it. He didn't know who she was. “Uh..” If she told him, would it make it awkward? At least she was a little flattered since he came over, means she is pretty right?

Case 149A waltzed in with a girl Danny recognized, well she pretty much recognized a few people here tonight. There was a moment of concern, what the hell was he doing here? She couldn't recall if it stated in his file he was restricted to the well or not. She'd have to check on that later, her buzz pretty much washed away her care.

“I'm..Danny.” She mooshed her lips together. “I'd imagine we've met in passing.” Oh well, she figured. If being a Conway will make people not like her, then screw them. He was familiar too but so were a lot of the people here.

She smiled and it was a genuine smile, her eyes lit up, her cheeks were rosy red from the alcohol. Oh! And look he brought over another drink. Well that just made things even better. She sipped it. “Thanks...for the drink, Steven.”

“I guess it'd be safe to assume you work at Conway Tech?” Danny felt kind of silly saying it and she knew the answer already but she wanted to chit-chat. No one ever chit-chatted, it was always business, or sign this and that and blah blahh.

There was a longing for interaction, she had relaxed after sipping the drink he brought. It could be just the affects of her intoxication or something else. She liked people, sorta. She liked the social scene and she just really wanted a friend. How great would a girlfriend be? To talk about boys....well men and all sorts of other stupid girly things girls talk about.

She'd admit to herself, if he decided to leave after this little chat, it'd be somewhat disappointing.

 

[Thatoneguy85]

" Yes, but it might not be for very long... " Chuckling a little Steven seemed obviously relaxed given the circumstances of the day. Let alone what might happen to him if the wrong people found out he was snooping around in wreckage after the accident. But then again he did kinda save one of the Conways while unknowingly flirting with the only female related to the corporate giant.
" I think things around here might be changing a little to quickly for my tastes..." Trying a sip of the other drink he had in hand, Mr. Gosser would pause to look at it. Phil had given him two of what she was having. Sent him on his way and simply was trying to be himself.
But judging from the alcohol content in the drink, he might not be standing after to many more of those.
" ...What's in this anyways?" Clearing his throat a little before taking another swig from his glass.

Coming back to look at Danny a genuine smile would come across his features.
" Well Danny, You have some strong tastes in liquor. " chuckling a little, Steven would go about looking around the area before noticing a few people near that left him wondering on who they where or their stories.
But knew better than to mess with anybody wearing sunglasses at night, wait was he wearing sunglasses or was it something with the lighting around the guy's eyes.
He knew better than to stare, so once back on the pretty young miss 'Danny' Steven would raise a brow for a second.
" Wait... do you work over at the hospital... I think I bumped into you earlier today... " Pausing to set his drink down he'd smirk a little.
Contemplating everything that happened he felt perhaps since she was at the center of the chaos she'd understand some of the things he'd been mulling over in his brain.

" Truth be told I bet the Conways have got it rough... having to up hold an image, deadlines, stress from inner family turmoil. " Shaking his head a little Steven would look Danny in the eyes, not even knowing she was related to his topic.
"... Hell I think I might have saved one today, Not wanting anything for it... just wish they wouldn't get so obsessed... took time to stick their heads out from work from time to time..." Tilting his head a little he'd chuckle for a second.
" Then again I'm one to talk... I'm certain I have clothing that will forever be stained with various oil products." Taking a sip this time of the drink, Gos wouldn't remove his eyes from her but rather bring his drink down after getting the taste of liquor.

"So Ms. Danny, is this a rare event to get away from work or is this a typical evening?" Mr. Gosser would move to stand, motioning to try and get one of the server's attention. Noticing the tender was at the other end of the bar.

" Apologizes for yapping so much, drink loosens my tongue... I'll get another round... " Smiling with a warm feeling threw his body, the twenties something male would try to get more liquor while leaving Danny with her thoughts for a moment.

Once at the bar, Gos would notice the guy with an odd set of eyes again. Thinking for a time it was either a set of contacts or some self-modification that was starting up to be all the new rage. Either way he barely cared.
The young lady draped on his arm now though, she had a few defined features that where hard not to notice. Deciding once more to not to look to long, Steven finally got the tender's attention long enough to put in another order of two drinks.
For reasons unknown, it came back as two more rounds of the same mixed drink.
Shaking his head before just handing over the money, Mr. Gosser came to carry four drinks back over to Danny.

 

[HaloHeroWolf118]

Mark listened as Juliet told him how she had never dated before which meant she was a virgin and was very sheltered. She drank her drink slowly obviously not used to drinking anything with alcohol in it while mark downed his drink with little care his metabolism was greater thanks to Nergal so he could down a whole vat of scotch and still walk straight. Juliet finished her story talking about how she had refused the only date offered her during her college days. Mark nodded he was half listening to her and half to the conversation taking place further up the bar from them, seemed the woman he had met earlier was called Danny a nickname to be sure. He watched as the man who had struck up a conversation with her walked past them trying to get the attention of the bar tender to order drinks. The man looked at him then away his shades didn't wrap around so he might be able to see his eyes. The music changed to a slow dance song and couples made their way to the dance floor.
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Juliet watched Mark he was always so calm and confident compared to her. She moved closer to him nervously as a man walked past them to try and order drinks when the slow music started she thought Mark would ask her to dance but he didn't seem to be going that route. "What about you Mark you must have had a rather average child hood?" she asked. The truth slightly stunned her she had thought Mark had lived a normal life but he came from a family that pressed on him as well. To her it was like a sign that meant he was for her she blushed when she realized how close she was t him her head came just up to his chest. "General Paton is your dad that explains allot." she muttered. The Graves were rather well known in the military mostly when it came to wet work the government needed done but that was common knowledge at Conway.
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"You worked with one of the Conway's who's part of my project didn't you what was her name?" he asked Juliet suddenly catching the petite girl off guard. She told him her name was Daniel Conway she ran the Hospital. "Seems I have an appointment with her." he told her and Juliet seemed concerned, "Mitt's trying to get me sawed open again isn't he?" he asked her. She looked away from him he knew how Mitt thought of him and what he thought of her he frightened her whenever he looked at her. She nodded after a while, "If he's gone over Dr. Preston's head..." she muttered then looked up at Mark he could see she was close to tears. He just smiled and waved it off, "It'll be fine." he told her more confident than he really was. Juliet smiled back then looked behind Mark for a moment as the man carried his drinks back over to a lady siting at the bar.
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Pardon me for a moment." she said smiling at Mark. She strolled around him and toward the lady who was talking to the man in a silver shirt with black and red markings. "Miss Daniel is that you." she asked the lady rather nervously.

 

[losthowls]

“Yeah..I'm a doctor.” She refrained, kept her outward composure casual but when he started talking about her family she got a little nervous. He really didn't know who she was, should she actually tell him? Or just play it off...He mentioned something about oil, she wondered what he did exactly and he seemed worried about his job? She was curious, she'll have to inquire further if she has the chance. Her heart was racing; he didn't have any idea but she was certain there were some here who did. She didn't exactly feel right about..avoiding it. “ I'm not much of a drinker.... I haven't the slightest whats in these.” She smiled and just nodded her head when he got up to get them another round. It gave her a moment to relax even though the room sorta spun.

“Sheesh Danny, pull yourself together.” She muttered to herself, her confidence was faltering and she felt like some silly little bashful girl. She wasn't that at all..had to be the drinks. She wouldn't have to say anything about her being a Conway, since he just assumed she wasn't there was no harm in that and she probably wouldn't remember what he has to say about them tomorrow anyway..not that she'd actually hold it against him.

She cringed, sucking in her breath and a chill slithered up her spin. She was addressed, well she thinks she was, she was certain but didn't want it to be so. Dianthe; named after her mother who passed away when she was a child, only a small handful of people knew her first name fully, mainly those she has worked the closest with. She chewed her lower lip glancing in the direction of Juliet almost praying it wasn't so. Mr. Steven also happened to be returning with the round of drinks, four, wow. The moment he was close enough she'd help him set them down while taking one and nearly swallowing half of it.

“Yes.” She smiled, goofy, the amount of alcohol she has had so far will make this little encounter either horrible or not relevant at all. “Well I think so, if you mean me. Um..Heh.”

She stared at the girl, focusing on her, she was a little blurry. Danny was trying to remember her name, she wasn't very good with names. Well that was a lie, she was only good with names of those who she deemed important to her. She would undoubtedly remember Steven and well case 149A, she knew his name too but wont call him by it. There was something else she'd also remember, something Steven said he had done. It wasn't important now but it will be.

….Honestly she'd rather pay attention to Steven, he was intriguing and she wanted to ask him some questions. What did this lady want anyhow?

Ohhhh she really hoped it wasn't work related..Danny didn't even think she could answer anything properly right now. Of all times! Geez she knew it was a bad idea to come here, she shouldn't have, with the amount of Conway employees here, it'd be a disaster, she would ruin their night. Associating with them was probably against some stupid company policy too, right?

She glanced past the woman, case 149A. Couldn't he just come over and distract his little date. She really wished he would just draw her away but that'd be to much to hope for.

 

[Thatoneguy85]

Having been rather drunk in the past, seeing others beyond wasted and even once or twice helping people... let alone holding their hair: Steven knew she was starting to feel the alcohol as well as himself. If this trend didn't get curbed he might end up praying to the 'porcine god'.

Gently moving with the extra two he'd smile softly the Juliet.
" Daniel, Danny I think I'm at my limit... I'm a hell of a light weight and try my best to drink more water in the desert then this paint-thinner."
Smirking softly to the woman who seemed to make Danny nervous, who name eluded him instantly. Not sure if he heard her introduce herself or not, Mr. Gosser would fake being a little intoxicated and slur out his next words.

"...'ell misss'e if yah want a hell'uva drink... shoot I'm gonna be e'tra rice... 'ur boy-fend at da bra can haff this uno too..." Sliding the two remaining glasses gently into the hands of Juliet, Steven hoped the woman would head back over to her date.
Raising his still full glass with an exaggerated smile and swaying, Steven would then toast over to the 'Cory-heart' like guy in shades.
" Dig da style man!"
Hopefully the gesture would by him enough time to chat a little more with Danny.
If anything he wasn't wanting to keep her uncomfortable. Perhaps some gossip going around was effecting her, or countless other outrageous scenarios sprouted in his head.

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(( If and/ or when Juliet leaves))

Clearing his throat and blinking a little before passing a rather sober smirk over for Danny's eyes only, Steven would raise his brows a bit.
"Should I stay or should I go?" finding a hint of music in his voice while clearly not matching up with the playing tune in the background.
"... If I go there will be trouble... if I stay there will be double... "
Softly clanking his drink against hers while maintain the image of being plastered, but Danny at her distance would know better.
" Should I stay or should I go?"

 

[HaloHeroWolf118]

Juliet smiled at Miss Daniel and just shrugged a little, "I rarely see you outside of work and just thought I'd say Hi." she said blushing a little. As the man Danny was talking to returned with their drinks, he appeared to be bit tipsy as his words slurred and he handed her two of the drinks. She took them feeling rather awkward while turning back to Mark who had turned to watch her and the other two. "Um...thank you." she said at last and before she left she looked at Danny, "I hope you have a nice evening miss Daniel." she said and walked back to Mark putting the drinks on the bar. She was blushing deeper now, "I feel like such an idiot." she said half listening to what the man said to Mark. She looked up at him and saw he was just smiling, she blushed more deeply as it seemed Mark hadn't cared how she acted. She took a sip of the drink the man had handed her and shivered as the strong drink hit her tongue, "Oh my that's strong." she coughed lightly.
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Mark smiled at Juliet before looking up at the man who was calling to him to tell him in a slurred voice that he liked his shades, "You can stop faking." Mark said back. When Juliet tried the drink and said it was strong Mark took the one that was his and knocked it back like it was water. "Oh yeah you'd get Nitro breath with this." he said and she chuckled. She sipped her drink being more of a light weight than she thought she was a little uneasy on her feet by the time she was part way down her glass. "How about a dance?" Mark asked and Juliet seemed to light up feeling much more bold thanks to the liquor she grabbed his arm and pulled him to the dance floor. They danced for a few slow songs she blushed when he put a hand on her slim waist and held her hand in a proper waltz. She laid her head against his chest and Mark was drawn by an old memory from Nergal he seemed to be looking at the girl differently now. Alohra was the name that drifted up along with a blurred image of a silver haired woman. Mark dismissed the images as he focused on the dancing.

When the song ended and she had recovered a little bit he suggested they return to the Well. She sighed happily and nodded. Returning with him to the bar to pay for their drinks where she finished a little more of the mixed drink she had been given. The ride hoe was pleasant and she clung to him a bit tighter than before. They walked through the well back to her quarters.
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"I had a nice time Mark." she said smiling up at him feeling a bit nervous. Maybe it was the liquor or she had just decided to go for it she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss or more accurately she pulled her self up. When their lips met she didn't expect him to return it but he did wrapping his strong arms around her she felt like she could have died then and not cared. When he carried her into her own room her heart raced she wanted what was coming more than anything but when he broke the kiss and made no move to remove her clothes she looked into his eyes. "What is it?" she asked. Mark didn't say a word just lifted her easily into his arms and carried her to her bed and laid her down. Her gut tightened as laid over her for a brief moment before he simply laid next to her and held her. He was taking it slow? She smiled giddy like a school girl she had found a prince after all and a beast but she loved the prince more. She fell asleep wrapped in Marks arms.

 

[losthowls]

Just to say hi..Danny felt horribly rude. She had jumped to conclusions, panicked. It was innocent. “Well thanks...” She said before the girl walked back to her date, case 149A. She couldn't even remember her name. Danny hadn't given her a chance because she was worried and it was stupid. Good going Dan. Her giddiness calmed down, though she did smile at Steven when he smiled at her. Pretending to be drunk, being silly lightened her spirits. She couldn't help but sneer when Mark made a comment about it and she watched the two as they went off to dance.

She laughed at Steven's singing, shaking her head. No more drinks, she couldn't afford being sick tomorrow morning. She had an appointment with case 149A and then a meeting with those who had tended to the chaos yesterday. Dancing would undoubtedly be out of the question too, even if she was sober. It did cross her mind a few times but she was a terrible dancer.

“I probably should head back.” She looked at the drink sitting in front of her, half drank. “Would you like to walk back with me? I wanted to ask you a couple things.” She had a feeling, he'd be apart of the group she'd be seeing in the morning and maybe if she pried a little bit, it could help the investigation and among other things.

Once outside of the club she'd take off her shoes. Being somewhat dizzy and tired, very tired; the exhaustion from the day hasn't exactly hit her yet. She wouldn't be able to walk straight in her shoes. She wiggled her toes, the air outside cool, the night sky dark filled with millions of dazzling stars.

If he'd walk back with her..

“ What is it that you do at Conway tech?” Her cheeks blared red from the alcohol in her system, she felt lightheaded and kind of warm.

“You seemed like you were worried you'll loose your job?” Danny won't have any intention to fire anyone not unless she found foul play from any of the technicians. But it wasn't the techs she was concerned about. The majority of them are all in good standing, great records, she didn't think they'd tamper with a mech...

Danny would walk, a little off balance but she never lost her footing.