Arrival

[tellmehowthisfeels]

Who: Moira and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Aboard the SS Heron
When: 6/16

Broadcast

[Have you ever beheld the face of sheer displeasure and disdain all at once? Well here it is again if you have and if you haven't...you learned something new. Because Moira is irritated beyond measure at these circumstances.

Though, likely not for the reason you might think.

Behind her is the lab that is hers now. (She doesn't care that it's supposedly another person's as well.) She does have the Lab Support augment, after all.]

I suppose that this sad excuse for a lab is what we are given to work with here. For something with the supposed funds to bring us here and even provide for such things this is rather...pathetic.

[She lifts a bottle (one will notice that it's her right hand which is decidedly purple, has metallic like veins along the surface and even has very long purple nails on it) and it looks like it's taking all the willpower not to sneer at it.]

Is no proper research done in this place? Are there no areas devoted to scientific discovery? I will have to make do if there are not.

[Then, to be polite, she nods her head.]

Thank you for your assistance in this matter.


SS Heron

[Moira's found herself to be wildly disappointed with all of this. Even the location where Winston was raised was more advanced than this and continued to be after the apes took over and attacked the scientists. Arriving on this ship, she'd looked around for a moment before striding forward. She wanted to assess the state of the lab for herself. Likely it would be equally as unpleasant a sight as everything else but there was just one way to be sure of that fact.

Which meant that one was sure to find a very tall woman who was a new arrival brushing away confetti from herself. She wasn't interested in such childish displays. Not when she needed to know what she had to work with so she could begin to rebuild her research.

Not to mention rebuilding her Biotic Grasp.]

Comments

[tellmehowthisfeels]

It is suitable given that I am a geneticist. A pity the technology should be so limiting.

[She can sense the sort of...tension from him. Does she care though? No. Not even a little bit. Honestly as long as he doesn't get in the way of her work once she starts it up again then she really doesn't care what he thinks of her. She's never gone out of her way to make friends with others, finding that those eager for friendship were also the ones most eager to put limitations on what she was allowed to do.]

I imagine that you are not human. If you are then you have been modified in a drastic fashion. Which leaves me with the question of, what are you if not human?

[Her gaze slides up to his face again. Curious. Intrigued.]

[theirondragon]

Geneticist? [He says the word well enough, but it's clear from his tone he has no idea what that might be.]

Human? [He chuckles.] Nah. I'm Qunari. The Tamassrans still use the word "Kossith" sometimes, but it's not really accurate anymore. Some human assholes call us "ox-men", you know, because of the horns. [He smirks.] I think they're just jealous.

[tellmehowthisfeels]

A crude phrasing given how it focuses on so little of you. Though that could be considered impressive given your size.

[She takes note of the race. Qunari. Not one that she's familiar with but that is hardly a surprise. She supposes that once she's properly able to start running tests any samples that she gathers from him could tell her more.

For the time being she supposes that a brute isn't likely to be so familiar with her field of work. He is at least being pleasant so there's little reason to hide it from him. Not that she ever would.]

A geneticist is a scientist who studies the very foundations of life concerning the building blocks that put them together. That is, perhaps, the most simplistic definition of what I do for my research.

[theirondragon]

[Raising an eyebrow at the assessment of her job, Bull nods. He doesn't pretend to understand all that stuff, though the idea of it connects very obtusely to something he's pretty sure the augment shoved in his brain. He doesn't like to think about that, though. Instead, he rolls his shoulder in a shrug at her comment about his race and moves on.

He's used peoples' penchant for underestimating him against them before, and it wouldn't be the last, either.]

Okay. I can see how that could be useful. What do you use it for?

[tellmehowthisfeels]

[She sees little reason not to explain these things. Likely because she has never hid any of this from...literally anyone. A major reason why so much of her world is suspicious of her.

Not that she cares. She has no intentions of letting pathetic things like morals stop her from scientific progress.]

Science is the get to unlocking all the mysteries of life. My research can expand our perception of just what we are capable of then even challenge that to bring us beyond it.

[Seeing the doors to the lab, she moves forward to step inside and...immediately makes a noise of disgust.]

Pathetic.

[theirondragon]

[You know, that sounded to Bull like exactly something a megalomaniacal Magister from Tevinter might say if they were talking about crossing a High Dragon with Nug or something weird like that. Sure, maybe it could be useful, knowing how all their pieces fit together could help keep people from dying of weird shit for instance, but...]

Sounds like something that could blow up in your face if you're not careful.

[Definitely keeping an eye on this one.]

What's wrong, Professor? Not up to snuff?

[tellmehowthisfeels]

Certainly. If you one is foolish enough to not know what they are doing.

[She lifts a medical kit.]

Hardly. The technology here is archaic.

[The kit gets put down before she turns to him.]

If you prefer a title then I am a Minister.

[She obviously doesn't really care as she smoothly walks to another part of the lab to inspect it.]

Have samples been collected for the crew of this ship to ensure that the various medical necessities are understood?

[theirondragon]

Samples? [See, that just sounds like blood magic. Academically, Bull understands that it is not, in fact, blood magic, but it's still squicky enough that he shakes his head, crossing his arms.]

Minister, Moira, whatever. You better take that up with the boss.

[tellmehowthisfeels]

Who might that be? If that is the case it would be best if I spoke to whoever the captain of this ship is.

[Even if she finds it mildly irritating and something that might bring a halt to her progress. But, she will see what this captain is like first.]

[theirondragon]

Bucky Barnes.

[And the Bull is a loyal crewman. He's not going to be giving her anything or any information without his boss's consent.

And even if she does get it, it wouldn't be the first time he was insubordinate.]

Tell you what. Enjoy your lab.

[tellmehowthisfeels]

[Bucky Barnes. She takes note of that. Of course when this Iron Bull excuses himself she hardly seems to mind.]

Enjoyment won't be part of this but you are welcome to depart.

[theirondragon]

Good.

[ 'Cause you're a little creepy, ma'am. ]

I'll let the boss know we got a new crewmate.