ryony returned to work after a long holiday with her sisters and all of their magical displays constantly reminding her that she was the only Green in her generation who wasn't special. Being a Muggle like her parents made Bri feel left behind. Like the universe was punishing her somehow. She walked into work that Monday with a renewed enthusiasm to do her best to help Em and Cato achieve their goal. If everything worked out, Bri hoped to be the first in line on that glorious someday.
Before going to her office, Bri opted to stop by the small company break room and brew a pot of coffee. She usually was the first to cave and start each day's first pot, because she was incapable of functioning without it. Some days she even wondered if those little brown beans weren't magical in their own right.
As she waited for the coffee to brew, Bryony sat at one of the two small tables in the room. Someone had left that day's Prophet on the table where she sat. One glance at those moving pictures and Bri was disgusted. She flipped the paper over, much to the chagrin of the figures on the front page. At least the back side was only text.
Cato had bored out of his mind the night before. In the end his insomnia had played up and he ended up going to work in the middle of the night. He loved being his own boss because he could mostly fill in his own times. His mind didn't conform either. He'd just finished a hybridisation and figured that whatever time it was, it was a good moment for lunch.
He went to the break room for some food and noticed coffee was brewing and Bri was in. He wasn't sure if he liked her or not. He kept his distance mostly. He smiled when he saw the prophet and picked it up, pooring himself a cup of coffee. "Good morning." He said as he sat down at the table by her. "Had a good night?"
He hoped Emery would show soon though. Bryony tended to make him feel awkward when the atmosphere had nothing to do with work. It wasn't that he disliked her or anything. She just seemed so... angry. All of the time. He had struggles in his family for being the only person without magic but it just pushed him to try harder. When he'd bring back that nobel prize nobody could doubt him in any way. World famous in his work area without any magic to get there. Bryony just seemed angry to have been denied magic.
If he was going to be honest with himself both girls seemed so focussed on having magic they almost forgot life qas perfectly fine without it. If they did find the way to give magic he'd probably reject it too. He was satisfied without magic. He just wanted to solve the puzzle.
Post by EMERY VIOLET LACROIX on Dec 29, 2016 21:58:05 GMT -6
it's me defending in suspense
It was a damn stroke of luck that Emery was her own boss, or she would have likely been fired by now for her constant tardiness. It wasn't that she meant to be late. It was just that she was not in the least a morning person. She often worked till the wee hours of morning in her home base, using her computer to go over codes and sequences from that day's work. She worked so much better at those hours, it seemed silly to waste them with sleep.
However, that meant she had to go to sleep rather late, and therefore often woke up quite late as well. This caused her to roll into the labs around 9 AM at the earliest most days, which she was almost certain likely annoyed Cato. However, she was actually running somewhat on time today, so she was feeling quite proud.
She used this pride to fuel her journey, dragging herself into the lab's front doors and into the small lounge area. Though she was here somewhat on time, she was practically zombie status. She walked to where Cato stood and wordlessly leaned against him for support, without even a proper hello. To Bri, who was studying the prophet on the table, she gave a single word. "C-coffee?" She asked, which was quickly stifled with a yawn.
ri was not overly surprised when Cato entered the room. She didn't have a strong opinion on him, but generally trusted him because Em trusted him. By all accounts, he proved to be good at his job, which was all that Bryony really needed to know. Still, at this particular instance, she feigned the smile she kept for reporters and other inquisitors as she replied, "Good morning." When asked about last night, Bri shrugged and added, "It was your standard winter fare - dark and cold, but plenty of lovely stars in the night sky." As expected, both parties got quiet quite quickly, creating an awkward tension that, frankly, Bryony welcomed. She did take note that he had retrieved the prophet. When Cato opened up to the second page, the faces on the front page gave her dirty looks.
Thankfully, Emery soon joined the two in the break room. The smile that Bri gave her boss and friend was sincere. When asked about coffee, Bryony was reminded of the pot she had brewing and went to check on it. "Looks like it's ready to go - I'll pour you a cup." Bri proceeded to retrieve two mugs and pour the hot liquid from the pot into each of their waiting cups. Bryony then tilted her head to look behind her and asked, "Cato - would you like a cup as well?" While the Muggle girl did not quite understand him, she figured that the need for coffee was pretty universal.
Luckily Emery arrived not too long after him. He was not a morning person but it helped that he didn't always keep track of when exactly morning arrived. At some point he got in the zone and time just changed into 'now' and 'not now'. He only ever had that with two different things. One of them was his work and the other his archery. Between them he figured he got his life nice and sorted out. His dreams and ambitions were clear to him at least and while he sometimes wished he had a partner to share his life with he just was pretty happy nobody nagged on his head most days. Well, at least not when he was at home. It did happen at work sometimes (he was fond of Emery but sometimes.....) but that was easy enough to put aside. He did what he loved most after all.
He thought on what Bryony said about the night. Such a fairy type romantic description. It sounded a bit ridiculous to him. He barely paid attention to anything that didn't concern him though, so it was entirely possible she was right. He had no idea if the weather had been good because he didn't really care enough. His nose twitched slightly as he read through the prophet. It didn't seem like anything particularly interesting was going on.
He didn't even mind that Emery was leaning against him. He was fond of her and she was one of the very best friends that he had in the world. He used his free arm to pet her head playfully for a moment, prophet in the other hand. He nodded at Bryony as he was offered coffee. "Yes please. I think I can use a cup before going back to work. Has the Times arrived yet? It wasn't there yet when I arrived." He wasn't going to mention that had been in the middle of the night. Emery would potentially give him a scolding if his workaholic nature was becoming too obvious for her to see. Which reminded him he probably needed to make sure most traces of his night work disappeared before morning coffee next time. Emery was late (regularly, but perhaps it was time to stop nagging about it) at times so he hadn't cleaned up as much as he usually would have. Oddly enough he normally did it in the mornings before she started work if he had a late night or very early morning. Something to concider for future reference?
Post by EMERY VIOLET LACROIX on Jan 11, 2017 0:59:06 GMT -6
it's me defending in suspense
As she leaned heavily on her old friend, Em took a moment to try and feel out the tension between the pair. While she had known Cato most of her life, herself and Bri had met in college. Therefore, she knew both parties fairly well, well enough to know that they still didn't feel completely comfortable around each other. She loved them both in their own rights, but she could certainly see how perhaps their personalities may not be the most compatible.
"Yay." Emery managed weakly, before another yawn escaped her. Her eyes followed the girl skeptically, though Bri definitely knew how to make a great cup of coffee. Her watchfulness was broken when she felt a playful pat on the top of her head, causing her to look up at her partner. She'd been sort of zoning out, it seemed.
She pretended to grimace a little at the touch, but, could hardly pull off the act. She didn't mind the touch, not from him. From anyone else, she may have bitten their heads off. "How early did you get here today anyhow?" She asked, poking him in the ribs. "Oh! Bri. Do you know if we sent in the order for the new pipettes yet? I found much better ones..." She would be the one to get excited over such trivial things. Bri sometimes helped her with ordering supplies, mostly because Emery often forgot to keep up with it.
ri never fully understood the connection that Em and Cato had, but she never really had any lifelong friends in the same way that their friendship was formed. As much as she valued her friendship with Emery, she also knew that she was still a relatively new part of Em's life, even after nearly ten years of friendship. Frankly, she had no reason to complain. After all, Emery's the one who got Bri this job after she had been fired from the Times after an incident involving a scooter. Still, it wasn't exactly the sort of thing that Bryony had planned on doing with her life - she had never had any sort of talent for science in school.
Coffee distributed and non-verbally praised, Bri zoned out a little bit until Emery directly asked her a question about pipettes. "Nope - on Friday you said that you had a lead on better pipettes, so I figured waiting the weekend to investigate. Good thing that my instincts were right, huh?" she asked. Bri got her own cup of coffee and took a sip. "What do pippettes even do, anyway? You know I spent chemistry lab checking out the Morgan twins asses - his was so tight and hers was so...." Bryony smiled instead of finishing her thought aloud.
He knew the potential for trouble was there every single time he arrived early without anything she considered to be a good enough reason. He shrugged at her question for that reason. "Not sure. Not that long ago." He said, which properly translated to 'not yesterday' as accurately as possible without knowing the exact time. His insomnia made him a lot more productive than he knew he ought to be. It made the need for more hands smaller which convenianced him. Less people to rat him out to Emery or discover secrets they were not supposed to know. "I would like another sequencer. I've been running a few samples manually because the computer kept crashing on them but I want the bulk identified with machinery. I've been running a large amount of blasts including a few I got from a research lab that is doing a study on fungal pathogens. I ended up with tomato and cucumber sequences. Bloody plants." He muttered with some frustration. It was just one of the side projects to keep him entertained. He was considering buying a nearby house and converting part of ut to an arvchery range. All things he wanted in the same block! It would make his life easier.
Then the conversation spurred to pipettes. He didn't involve himself with purchases that much. He usually only bothered to get ibvolved when large and very expensive machines were on the shopping list. He still wanted some machines to make his purifications easier. While it was all easy enough it was still a lot of hand work. "Hey Bry, do you think we could get ourselves an intern? I could use an extra set of hands with the manual stuff but I don't want more staff just in case they become a bother. Interns are much easier to dismiss." He noted. He didn't care if he had to teach them since he didn't object to teaching itself.
The question on what pipettes did had him stumped for a second. How did anybody not know that? He blinked a few times and then answered her question. "They are tools for accurately transferring a precise volume of a desired liquid or solution. They are far more accurate than measuring cups and can get a far smaller range of volumes." He had no idea what else she needed to hear to have it explained so he decided to just leave it at that. How did anybody spend classes drooling over other people from a corner anyway? He had never really understood that part.