yes, well.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[In this hall, any passerby will find an Even. He's making his way down the hall, opening every door that looks like a closet in search of something. What is that something? Mostly a new labcoat, because, as you can see if you look at the one he has draped over his arm, his old one's kind of burned through right in the middle.

Someone wasn't thinking clearly when he reorganized the acid cabinet, evidently. Anyway, he's just kind of trudging along, pulling open doors and looking dissatisfied with the contents, until he gets to one that dumps a sheer mountain of Cadbury eggs at his feet. And he just frowns at them. Ankle-deep in chocolate eggs? Most people would be happy.

Even is not most people.]

Honestly.

[ooc: the Easter post is to blame for this.
oh, and I guess the eggs aren't event!eggs. they're just tortureEven!eggs.]

Comments

[helldebt.livejournal.com]

Nah, no thanks, I don't have a sweet tooth. These things still around?

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

Apparently; this must be where the nexus decided to keep them until next year.

[kicks one. lightly. :|]

[helldebt.livejournal.com]

Weird place to stash 'em.

[but he shrugs, and glances towards Vexen, and tips his hat.]

Doctor Facilier. Pleased t'meet you.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

And how.

Even. Likewise. [a slight nod, but not without a curious eyebrow raise.]

Are you really a doctor?

[helldebt.livejournal.com]

[he chuckles.]

Not quite.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

I didn't think so.

[helldebt.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet one who is, though. What kinda things you do 'round here< though?

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

Mostly research. Scientific experiments.

[helldebt.livejournal.com]

What kind'a experiments, if you don't mind me askin'?

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

On the creatures here; the Unversed, as they seem to be called. Studying their makeup and what-have-you.

[helldebt.livejournal.com]

Oh, those. One of 'em was chewin' on one of my signs, didn't take to kindly to that.

[B| bad Unversed.]

Mind sharin' some of your discoveries, doctor? Sounds like you're one a' the small percentage of this here nexus that can be trusted.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

You might one of a dozen who thinks that.

I have some notes and diagrams, but they're a little disorganized.

[helldebt.livejournal.com]

Don't mind. Whenever you get the chance, Even. I'll be round.

[... glances back at the eggs.]

Might wanna let these stay here for a while. Don't seem like they'll do too much harm.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[a brief look at the eggs.]

Oh, I don't intend to do anything with them.

[helldebt.livejournal.com]

S'probably the best idea. Well, au reviour.

[wave wave and he's gone.]