unfringed | File #005 :video

[First comes the video, with Walter in his usual labcoat with a makeshift laboratory in the background. It's obvious he's converted his living room into a lab with the sofa and table pushed up against the wall. He has taller tables arranged around with various types of equipment on it and he's looking down at some notes before he starts speaking, clearly reading what he's written.]

Hello, Luceti. My name is Doctor Walter Bishop. If you are seeing this, which I hope you are, then you are entered into candidacy for a new position as lab assistant. I am looking for individuals who are at least somewhat familiar with a laboratory setting and it's procedures. You must have an open and willing mind to see beyond that which--

[A microwave beeps and he stops reading, hurrying off excitedly.]

Ooh, popcorn's done!

[He comes back with a freshly popped bag of popcorn a few moments later and plops back in his seat, emptying the contents into a bowl off screen as he rereads his note.]

Where was I.... Open mind...lab....experiments... Ah! Yes, here we are.

To see beyond that which modern science calls "conventional." Those with mechanical expertise or degrees in physics or biochemistry are highly favored. It also helps if you can cook well or have an EZ-Bake Oven. Has anyone seen one recently? Such shame not to have one.

Oh, and yes here--

[He holds up his note, written in a careful left-handed slant to the camera so people can read it.]

Position: Lab Assistant
Hours: As necessary

Description: Looking for individuals who are at least somewhat familiar with a laboratory setting and it's procedures. You must have an open and willing mind to see beyond that which modern science calls "conventional." Those with mechanical expertise or degrees in physics or biochemistry are highly favored.

Extra Skills: Ability to cook, access to technology (EZ-Bake Oven), love of music, ability to work well under stress.

[He drops the notice and grabs a handful of popcorn.]

Please inquire within. O-or here, I suppose. I can answer any questions you may have since you'll be working for me.

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[Marty's mouth opens before he knows what to say and before Walter has even finished. And by the time the explanation has ended, he still finds himself mostly at loss for words, squinting at the lines on the paper.]

Are you telling me that you saw me and Doc... in a dream?

Me? Oh, no no no, but someone in my world did and that is how I know of you and Doctor Brown. At least, inasmuch as one can know from someone else's telling.

Whoa... this is heavy. [And things never seem to stop being so damn heavy in Luceti, either. He could really use a breather.]

Mm...I suppose it is.

Tell me, do you enjoy milkshakes?

[Talk about subject change. He stares at the journal for a moment, uncomprehending and trying to discover the mysterious link between separate realities and milkshakes.]

Uh, yeah... [He surfaces from his thoughts, shrugging his shoulders.] They're alright. [Then, frowning:] Why? ...What's this about?

Edited 2014-02-26 02:29 (UTC)

Because it's difficult to make decisions on an empty stomach and milkshakes are exactly what we need to clear the head! Come, boy. Meet me at the lab and I'll make you the most heavenly strawberry milkshake you'll have ever tasted.

[Oh. That was unexpected.]

Decisions? What're we deciding? [But he doesn't have too long to think on what that might mean because he's already interrupting himself.] Wait, Doc! ...sir! -- Dr. Bishop! [Dammit.] Hold on - does this does this mean I get to be your assistant?

I would not offer the job if I was not looking to hire.

[He speaks with the precision of a scientist rather than the excited energy of a child like earlier.]

Now! Do you want a milkshake or not? I'm about to get the blender out.

[It's a pretty easy choice to make. He hasn't anything better to do as it is and it'd be best to get to know a little more about the scientist to whom he has offered his help.]

Yeah. Yeah, okay, alright. I haven't had one of those in a little while. Just... don't put any sugar in it, okay?

Why would anyone put sugar in it? All natural ingredients only or the milkshake is not a milkshake at all! Instead you have one of those unnatural concoctions that the fast food industry likes to pretend are passable substitutes, but only to those without the ability to judge the fact that their very food is poisoning them.

[Note to self - Dr. Bishop takes his milkshakes super seriously.]

I don't know, [He shrugs a little, carelessly.] people just do to make it taste better. Strawberries can be pretty sour sometimes, and that's not so great for a shake.

And that is why the choosing of one's ingredients is of utmost importance.

I see I have much to teach you, boy. Come to the lab immediately. We'll start with fruit.

[Baby steps, he guesses. First, fruit, then ~~the world~~ a machine to get them all back home where they belonged.]

You’re the doc, Doctor Bishop. [He chuckles weakly, his smile faltering.] So where is your lab? Is it on the map somewhere?

Normally I would have preferred a basement, but instead I found a lovely apartment with all prime numbers - 1, 3, 11. I suppose it now has a giant flame on it instead of a one, but at least two of the numbers still stand.

[Oh shit, this is sounding a lot like a test. A test he didn't study for, more specifically. He scrabbles for a scrap piece of paper, repeating the information as he jots it down.]

1, 3, 11, Flame building. Got it. I’ll be right there. [He studies what he has written for a moment, thinking he has an idea of on which door he should be knocking.] Just give me a minute.

Edited 2014-03-03 14:16 (UTC)

Of course - I'll be waiting with the ice cream and strawberries. Just don't be late or it'll melt and there is nothing worse than missing the window of opportunity when it comes to milkshakes.

I'll keep that in mind. See you soon, Dr. Bishop.

[And off he goes, throwing on his winter jacket and taking another quick look at the map towards the back of the journal before zipping out of the apartment and making a beeline for the Flame Building. And just to make sure he's right on track once he's there, he might just double-check with someone or other he finds loitering around outside their room. Nothing wrong with making sure!]

(ooc: Not sure whether you'd wanna leave it here or not, but either way I thought I'd toss this tag in. Whoop!)

(ooc; i'm cool with continuing if you are)

[Walter is busy in his apartment laboratory. It isn't quite the same without Gene mooing in the corner but he has his usual equipment running. On a side table he has his blender and ingredients for the milkshakes ready while he wears his labcoat and is bent over a microscope. He left the door unlocked, trusting that the boy could at least make his way here.]

[Aha! There's no eleventh floor in the Flame Building, but there's an eleventh room on the third floor. And within fifteen minutes a knock should sound at the door.]

Hey, Doctor Bishop?

[And then he just waits around, not thinking to test the knob (yet).]

The door is open!

[He doesn't look up from his seat on the stool and his microscopes, writing notes with his left hand and listening to hear when Marty will come in.]

[Oh. Well in that case he'll be showing himself in, looking about himself curiously and not bothering to turn his head to make sure he's shutting the door properly when his hand blindly reaches for the knob behind him. He sees the figure on the stool absorbed in concentration and comes up from behind and to the side, giving Walter some space.]

Hey. So, what're you working on, Doctor? [He asks while unzipping his coat and wondering where he might be able to put it.]

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