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 Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 6:21 pm
Area 21 - > Level 4 - > 427 Rose's lab is a neatly ordered, larger room with an increasing selection of books and other research. The beginnings of projects are lined up along the far counter, everything being in it's place.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 6:37 pm
 Rose had unpacked, putting books and other things where she could and a couple of the things she'd started work on before arriving up on the counter. With that out of the way, she settled down to poring over some research on weapons, thinking she may as well look into a possible collaboration with Trendon.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 3:04 pm
An idea having occurred to Rose, mostly finding the notion cool and not being certain of practicalities, she had carefully written down a few notes before deciding to rest her eyes for a moment. Hours later she awoke with her face planted against her paperwork. Sitting up groggily, she peeled the notes off of her cheek and put them aside, wiping at her mouth and deciding she should probably wash up and get some food. The young woman hastily tidied her lab before heading back up.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 6:58 pm
 Rose arrived at her level and silently scanned in, entering and going over to her work table. For a moment all she did was stare down at it, every fiber of her being not wanting to assist Zack in any way. ...But there were ways around this, she decided. Knowing it was a possible suicide risk, she decided if it spared the technology from being abused further it might be a worthwhile cause, setting about to work on a new reader.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:02 pm
 An indigo shape passed easily through the door, before re-solidifying. 'Rose Lafond?' he called.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:03 pm
She jumped, spinning around to look at the man in exasperation. '...Yes? What? I'm doing what he ******** asked.' Rose snapped, the day's events having tried her patience.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:05 pm
'Just checking I had the right person.' He stood against the door and said nothing else, one of nature's best conversationalists. He simply watched with his arms folded.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:13 pm
Rose worked tirelessly, managing to wire up another fingerprint scanner without too much difficulty, though it was taking a while. After quite some time had passed, she looked up and said 'I'm going to need a gun if this is going to work.'
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:14 pm
'Is it ready to scan a fingerprint into, then?' Jayron asked, snatching the device up to scrutinise it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:22 pm
'I still need to build it into the gun first, obviously.' Rose shot back, attempting to retrieve the scanner from him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:25 pm
'Huh. Okay. Looks pretty good,' Jayron said, allowing Rose to take the device back.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:26 pm
'I'm really glad I have your approval. Can you go get a gun for me now?' Rose demanded, biting back a further sarcastic remark lest it result in some kind of backlash.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:29 pm
'Sure.' Jayron summoned up a demon made entirely of DRKNRGY, that lingered near himself and Rose. 'Go fetch a gun from the weaponry.'  Giving Rose a dark leer, the creature phased through a wall, to find a weapon.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:33 pm
Rose had taken several steps back, bumping into her work table. That thing had made her feel sick all over.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:35 pm
It passed back into the lab after eventually finding its way to Level 5, and slapped a gun into Jayron's hands, who immediately passed it to Rose. Not yet vanquished, the DRK demon paced slowly around the lab, curiously watching.
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