<span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:green'>Out of Character [*]Who: Hubert Wiles, Axis Wiles [*]Where:Just outside the NRF building. [*]When: Tria 42 [*]What: Hub's introducing the NRF to a rioting group. If, RPing. Please start at the inside. </span></span> <span style='color:orange'>"Hey dad, you sure you're gonna be safe?"</span> <span style='color:red'>"Don't worry about me Axis, I might be old but I can take care of myself."</span> <span style='color:orange'>"Ok.."</span> Hubert Wiles, walked out of the NRF building, with a microphone in his hand. In front of him, were multitudes of pendragons. HUndreds of them. Not to mention helicopters, news vans, and an special armed forces team surrounding the area. All of them with angry looks on their faces. Hubert laughed on the inside. So much commotion over a silly lie, he thought. Might as well set things straight. He set up a red ribbon and hung it against the two pillars that were on both sides of the front door.<span style='color:red'> "Close enough.."</span> Hubert tapped on the mic. <span style='color:red'>"Hello? Is this thing on? Ok. Hello, my fellow friends out there. I assume you all came here to do support something for a certain cause. Well, that cause isn't really true. It was all a little fib to keep nosy kids away of the building so security won't have to deal with them. You might be confused at what I'm talking about so let me start from the beginning."</span> And so.. he did. <span style='color:red'>"The Neurotech Research Facility has been running for around two seasons. Most of that time was spent setting up the special machinery that's inside. After all that was done, we began conducting our many experiments that are, at this moment, still being done."</span> The crowd became a bit rowdy. Hubert noticed that there was more than one layer of that pendragon SWAT team. The other layers were holding back the crowd from jumping through. At least the government knew the truth, or he would've been dead by then. <span style='color:red'>"Please, calm down. I'm not done explaining. Anyway, the NRF was set out here for the fact that no one would find it, except those that know where it is. And for anyone who did find it. THey would probably not find it again. Sadly, this theory was proved wrong. A small group of kids came up here, one day. They wanted to come in and was refused by our security. When they asked why, oneof the guards said because We were conducting experiments on live pendragons and they might get killed in there. Well, those little kids went running home as he expected. However, they came back with more furious parents. The parents started a rally and the rally started this little riot that you are standing in today."</span> The crowd grew much quieter as he went on. <span style='color:red'> "Well, this did pose a serious problem at first, but then something came up. We no longer needed to advertise about the building. Which was good because we spent most of the money on the machinery." Small laughter was heard. "So we just let this little riotgoing until the news teams got involved with it. And they did. I bet I'm on live TV right now. As many of you are also here holding signs that have nothing to do with what the original problem was. I don't think "Free the Captives" and "Make Peace not War", had anything to do with live experiments, but I digress."</span> Hubert backed up a bit to the red ribbon. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a pair of scissors. <span style='color:red'>"The real point of the matter is that, the Neurotech research Facility, or NRF, has been here making your medicine, and learning more about our world and things surrounding it. Today, is it's grand opening. You're all invited to our little party on the first floor and the second floor which is also open for you to see showcases of things done here. So, without further ado, I officially declare the Neurotech Research Facility, open to the public!"</span> He snipped at the red ribbon, and it slowly fell to the ground. He turned to the pendragons, who were standing there befuddled at the changed situation. It took a couple of seconds for it to sink in but no one really moved until one of the original little kids flew up and asked "Is there food at the party?" Hubert chuckled.<span style='color:red'> " Yes. We have multiple restaurants on the bottom floor for your convienience and pleasure. The first 100 pendragons get food free too. "</span> The kid smiled. "C'mon guys! There's a party in there! With food! And it's FREE!" The crowd cheered and the multide zoomed in and filled the floor. The first floor was actually big enough for all of them. After they all went inside, Hubert Wiles streched his arms and thanked the mini SWAT team for their help. <span style='color:red'>" I would've died without you guys."</span> "Just doing our job. If there's nothing else, we have to go now." <span style='color:red'>"No problem. Thanks again."</span> Hubert walked back in the building, silently laughing.
As the once riot surged forward, at least one femme dallied in its wake. The promise of food did not seem to be on the golden pendragon’s mind. Rather, green eyes idly watched Hubert Wiles offer a parting thanks to the SWAT team from just inside the NRF’s entrance. She ducked her head and pushed the set of pink-lensed shades with silver rims up the bridge of her muzzle. A private grin and she moved to intercept the elder ‘dragon. Her fingers casually slipped into the pink satchel at her waist and palmed a small pen and featureless black plastic slate. <span style='color:#EC056F'>“Hello, Mr. Wiles,"</span> Sah`Dja said with a formal tone and demure smile. Her back straightened and right hand extended clear before him. <span style='color:#EC056F'> “I’m Sah`Dja Sablestar, Tcigelys Rutek of the U.S.R., and I was wondering if you could give me a rundown on the projects you have going on here. Maybe even point me toward one of your head researchers. Chances are, your biology techs have read a few of my papers on xenobiology."</span> Sadly, that was no real boast, nor did she intone for it to be one. Being the only member of the Uritt’s science team left on planet came with a few perks, and the Uritt being the first Ramathian vessel in a few distant quadrants added a few more. Expert eyewitness if you will, and even a little more given the projects she had participated in onboard and elsewhere on her own.
Watching as the former riot surged inwards, he stepped aside, knowing that if smiling, it would help ease them. he smiled broadly though he never did on the inside he tried to make in sincere. He stepped outside to see a reporter standing by his collegaue. Stepping outside, he stepped by Wiles and smiled.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> I thought I replied here already? oO oops.</td></tr></table> As he walked back into the building, a young woman crossed his path. She introduced herself and held out her hand. The name, Sablestar, was somewhat familiar. Very old, but still familiar. Hubert thought for a moment. <span style='color:red'>"Sablestar.. Sablestar.. Sa.. Oh yes. You're the one born out in space quite some years ago. I've heard quite some tales about you."</span> Hubert shook her hand. <span style='color:red'>" I've read some of your reports. I must say, that's some good work you've done. Especially for one your age."</span> As he spoke, he noticed one of his colleagues coming closer. <span style='color:red'>"Ah, Ms Sablestar, this is Mr.Rhondon. He's one of our scientists here in the Herbology field and also Biology. Now, you wanted to know about something... uh.. what was it again?"</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Just did a bit of reading of her prof. =p she was technically born in space.</td></tr></table>
Paushlatt smirked slightly, dodging the crowd. (albeit with some effort) and moving to watch the reported interrogate his new boss. he cracked a grin, unable to help that he already didn't like the guy, even if he had a sort of respect for him. He was always in charge of himself, as it were, and it didn't sit well that he would be taking orders from some... nevermind. <span style='color:purple'>Odd, that she would be digging for something that has not yet been reported, Hm?</span> he said to Hubert with a smirk. He was wearing a suit, for once, without his characteristic dark cloak and thick hood. He looked down slightly and adjusted his tie. His commonplace look was simple: a dark suit jacket with a black tie and white shirt, dark pants with neat creases and black leather shoes of the stylish variety. <span style='color:purple'>The best way to learn is to seek, isn't it?</span> he said to the reporter, smiling slightly. With a slight nod to Hubert that obviously said "I need to speak to you." he resigned himself to stand back a ways, patiently waiting to speak to Hubert.
Sah`Dja dipped her head in a subtle motion to Hubert, <span style='color:#EC056F'> “I had always hoped my reports would see some interest, but I never dreamed the other aspects of my past would garner some fame." </span> She ended a firmly dealt handshake and turned to offer her hand to Civthik with an easy grin, <span style='color:#EC056F'> “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rhondon." </span> Then a glance to Paushlatt, <span style='color:#EC056F'> “Indeed, but as Mr. Wiles suggested, it seems your PR department got fed to the building," </span> she returned her glance to the elderly ‘dragon, <span style='color:#EC056F'> “so I really have no specific points of inquiry." </span> A modest smile graced her lips, <span style='color:#EC056F'> “This is more of a personal field trip, to be honest. I’ve done quite a bit of research on my own in the last few months, specifically dealing with stimulants and the nervous system, but I figured I could use a break and see what you guys were up to. Given my experience, and depending on your current projects, there might even be a chance to do some cross-pollination." </span> The golden femme shot Civthik a sly wink. Despite the crowd and rather laymen oriented show, Sah`Dja couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of anticipation. At the very least, she hoped that visiting a real research institute would make for a nice change of pace from haunting Janardan and attending lectures for the official stamp that declared she knew what she knew. But to be fair, she still managed to pick up the odd tidbit or two from them.
Civthik took her hand and shook it. Releasing himself he said <span style='color:orange'>"Same here"</span> Allowing the smile to fade from his face, it was a very strange emotion for him. Quirking an eyebrow at her cross-polination joke he just allowed her to sit and stew in what little discomfort he knew she would feel. Turning around, he clapped his hand on Hubert's shoulde. With a twitch of the stubs he began to head back into the building.
Hubert smiled.<span style='color:red'>Well, there are a couple things going on inside, that you'll be able to observe. It won't be that in-depth of an analysis, seeing how we were doing it as a mere showcase for normal people who don't understand much of it. But, it will show you some of the things we've been working on.</span>He nodded at Civthik, soon to be walking in himself. But he turned around and motioned himself next to Paushlatt. <span style='color:red'> What's on your mind?</span>
<span style='color:purple'>What about office arrangements here?</span> he said simply, fixing his tie again. <span style='color:purple'>I don't have a home close to here, you see.</span> he explained shortly, not wanting to get into a long conversation. he still didn't like Hubert much at all. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I am having a creative slump. sorry. =/</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Oh snap! 29 days old. Then again, I'm really running out of things to say on this. We need to find a way to close this soon.</td></tr></table> <span style='color:red'>Office Arrangements? Hmmm...</span> He thought about it a moment, even though he knew the answer to it. <span style='color:red'> Well.. we'll already set up a couple rooms for some of you to sleep in. We just don't know if we should make it permanently inside the building, or make a seperate one next to it. But the rooms are on the 7th floor for now.</span> He dusted off a snowflake that had been itching at his nose.
Sah`Dja’s glance was thrown askance as the scientists, one and all, seemingly turned away to their own business. Her smile curled into a grimace, and arms drifted down from the ready - so much for needing the pen and pad. <span style='color:#EC056F'> “What, so that’s it? Fuck off and play tourist for your little carnival?"</span> She huffed her disappointment and sharply turned away to tread back down the steps. <span style='color:#EC056F'> “You know what? Never mind, I’m sorry I came,"</span> a mutter, bitter, and likely just for herself.
