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Dr. Walter Bishop ([personal profile] unfringed) wrote2014-02-21 01:41 pm

File #005 :video | written:

[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.
future_boy: (writing)

[personal profile] future_boy 2014-03-03 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[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)
future_boy: (hey; yo; small wave)

[personal profile] future_boy 2014-03-04 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
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!)
future_boy: (neutral; in 50s threads)

sure!

[personal profile] future_boy 2014-03-04 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[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).]
future_boy: (always looking up)

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[personal profile] future_boy 2014-03-04 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]