Faith is both the prison and the open hand [open]

[medicalmind.livejournal.com]

Scarlet didn't leave the contagion lab often. She didn't have much of a reason to, beyond for sleep and meals (unlike Luis, she was still responsible enough about her health to go to sleep in her bunk) and she was content enough in that. Tonight was no real exception, and anyone who might actually be looking for her would find her tucked away in the corner where her desk is.

It's late enough that she doesn't expect to be bothered, though, and while she has a few files spread out in front of her, she's sitting for the moment, one elbow propped up against the desk supporting her head as she stares down at a picture held in her other hand.

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[medicalmind.livejournal.com]

"And a good scientist knows to take appropriate measures if they're expecting an explosive reaction," Scarlet replied, not unkindly, but she was seeing this as something that really hadn't been thought through.

"Judging by your eyebrows, you weren't really as careful as you should have been."

[just-like-daddy.livejournal.com]

Russel's hand went to them when she brought it up. He frowned when he found them missing. "Honestly, I didn't expect an explosion. Nothing I was working with was, and I made sure my samples were clean. There must have been a problem in the equation." The most likely cause he could think of was that there was an excess of energy somewhere, and his circle needed to be changed to accommodate for it in some way.

[greennotgold]

Fletcher flipped through the pages some more, and looked up when Russel spoke again. He remembered reading something that it didn't look like Russel had accounted for. "Brother, are you calculating the potential gravitational force based on the theory of relativity or quantum mechanics?"

He would leave the talking with Scarlet to Russel. He seemed to be doing marginally more fine than usual, with an authority figure.