trans_9 | Fascinating...

Title: Fascinating...
Location: Stacy; Science Labs

Renne was insatiably curious.

Throughout his life, Renne had resolved to learn as much as he can, no matter what it took. Provided no one was hurt, that is.
He'd been going on his routes again when the little oddity decided to take a different turn. A turn left rather than a turn right, Renne crawled down a hallway he'd not been down. The smell here was unfamiliar -- sharp and mixed with things he couldn't begin to identify.
When he made it into a chemistry laboratory, the curious little thing let out a low trill of awe and fascination. The sounds, the smells...He couldn't resist the temptation to explore.

Thus, Renne found his way to a table, crawled up onto it and investigated. What he found was an intriguing array of tubes, beakers and glass things filled with the causes of those smells that had led him here.

It wasn't long before he was carefully pouring and mixing things, purring in awe each time something sizzled, fumed or popped.

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"Oh my Jesus Christ what the hell are you doing?!"

Luis came in swinging, throwing a clipboard sidelong at the table in the hopes he'd knock whatever that thing was away from his extremely dangerous chemicals.

"Get away from that!"

"Eeeee!"

That's one way to scare the hell out of him. Screeching and going rather near-white with fear, the beastie effectively drops the test tube and beaker. They shatter mere seconds after he leaps off of the table.

Ultimately, the oddity ends up with bits of glass in his hair and somewhere 'round here, he's curled under a table, shivering like a man in winter without his coat.

Luis roared the roar of a scientist whose things had been touched. "This is a contagion lab! You could have killed us all!" he snapped in the general direction of the thing as he rushed in to check what had been mixed together.

After a few seconds of panic it was apparent that these were not anything especially dangerous-- just a few samples of viral culture fluid he was trying to mix together to see what would be the best for maintaining viruses in for experimentation. Though on the end of the test tube rack was a sealed vile marked with a biohazard symbol containing a vibrant red liquid. Thank god he hadn't touched that.

"What the hell were you doing?"

Fear.

It'd probably not be wise for any emotion-sensitives to walk in right now, for you see, there's a critter hiding under a table quite literally pouring out its feelings. And right now?
It feels an absolute and abject terror.

This one doesn't do well with projectiles whizzing by or the sound of loud things. Loud things usually mean something's about to get hurt. Or killed. Hence, it's probably no surprise that the critter doesn't exactly try to speak any English.

Frankly, it's too terrified to do much more than squeak.

Sorry, little guy. This is just the wrong chemistry lab to be pouring things into things in. What with the zombie viruses and all.

"Get out from under there," Luis said, now more annoyed than anything. "Are you a crew member, or do we need to start setting traps around here?"

It takes him a minute to get up his voice. Part of getting that back however, is thanks to that last question.

He doesn't like being mistaken for an animal and his tone instinctively comes out as "Come close and I will bite you". And ah...it doesn't look like he's moving anytime soon.

"Eeee! Noh ahm-mi-nuhl!"

Sadly for Renne, Luis was ESL.

He did at least assume that that was an attempt at a response, which led him to the conclusion that thing was a crew member.

"What's the matter with you? You don't just start mixing things together in a science lab! I have some very dangerous pathogens around here!"

Unfortunately, with two life-forms having English as a second language and this particular bluething hardly any master at it...well. The larger words go right over his head.

"Paff wha-t? Noh un-derrrr-stahnd." Chirp.

He really is confused. And still afraid.

Fascinating...

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