Scientists PoV [Spero]

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"The effects are getting worse."

That was ghoststeps sitting prettily in a chair by the door of the 12th floor apartment they were all in. Next to her letterbombsaway finished changing a line of graffiti on the wall. YOU CUNTS now read YOU'RE CONTSINUOUSLY HAPPY!. Satisfied with her work she flopped down on one of the beds to roll half-off it and watch the rest of the room from an upside-down perspective. She was quite the interesting watcher though today, and hopefully every day after, would be for action.

"Has this happened before in your universe? Have you ever tried to cross over parallel realities before with the same results? Can I have a pet zombie?" The smile on her face was practically innocent compared to the rest of her company.

Occupying a chair in the corner, head in hands, quicktosnap twitched at the happy words. Why did he have to be here... Why did he have to be alive? This was all terrible! "Of course the effects are getting worse! We have her to work with!" He snapped, 'her' being Evan, though he glanced nervously at another member of the room as he did so. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. "What now?"

Sprawled out on the floor with a bag of candy, seashellsoap rooted through it for her favorite colors. This was a serious meeting. Very serious. "I second the pet zombie thing. I like that. But yeah, what are we going to do? Those jokers over in Discedo are all up in arms, guess the group they had sucked some major ass or something." A pause for candy. Always delicious candy. "I don't want to get capped by some gungho monkey with a grudge. Does anyone have a plan?"

By the door not_wazzap offered everyone a reproachful look as he caught his breath from that long climb up the stairs. How disgraceful, all of them. "Not that I can blame them. You're all doing such a fine job impressing everyone. Perhaps one," his eyes cut from Evan to the final member of their little contingent to illustrate his point, "or two of you should offer yourselves up as decoys while the rest of us escape."

Lying on the second bed twirling a pen was the last member of their small group. rawdramatics spread his arms in a carefree shrug. So much worrying going on in this room! "So things get worse. We take the cues and roll with it like all great actors do." Out of all of them he alone was the most unruffled. "Just leave it to me. We can use it to our advantage. As soon as that train's repaired, we'll be fine."

Frowning in the ensuing silence, Jacqueline raised her head slightly. Jay... Always so unreadable. "They're no good to us if they're all dead," she reminded though who's sake this was for, theirs or the people brought to this world, was hard to say.

On the bed Evan rolled her eyes at Jacqueline. Sentiment shared. "He's a bit on the insufferable side isn't he? And you put up with him how long? Gosh, and his hair. I'm going to sniff it one day to see whether or not he uses bacon grease to lather it." Really, all this planning. She'd much prefer some doing. "From what little I saw, the last batch wasn't too attentive. And according to records the ones before that were a conglomeration of traitors and lunatics. Poor little guys, no wonder they don't trust anyone! Oh, yeah, don't know how we can stop them from killing us though, aside from whatever Bacon-hair is scheming!"

A wiggle of her fingers in Jay's direction. "Schemer McSketchy gots some plots up his sleeve. Even if he smells like sinister breakfast, that's still more of a plan that I've got!"

"We're all going to die, aren't we." Kevin again. Working himself up into a frenzy as usual. "I don't like this. I don't like this at all. We're going to get there, and they're going to... to have pitchforks and fires and..." A slight pause before a glance at Jay. "He's going first. Actually, how about you all go, and I'll wait here?"

That was safest, yes? ...But Spero wasn't safe either. Nowhere was safe. He slumped. "You know what? I'll just stay in the back."

What an outburst. Kain took a page out of Evan's booking, rolling her eyes and sitting up slightly. This was getting ridiculous. "I made some friends. Got a guy who's going to bake us a cake," she informed them, the slightest bit of a cocky lilt to her voice. "By the way Kevin I need chocolate you should get on that. And Jay's gotten us this far. So... I say we go with whatever he says. Can't be worse?"

"Chocolate?!" Why did he have to get chocolate? Priorities, what about priorities? As Kevin fell to muttering to himself discontentedly Whaza cleaned his glasses with a no-nonsense professionalism. "Yes, another ambiguous plan by Jay."

Putting his glasses back on he looked sharply at each person in the room in turn. "It could be just me, but I can't shake this feeling that the only reason you're all relying on him is due to laziness."

On the bed Jay grinned. "Well, you might be lazy," he offered, leaning back against the headboard. "You see. We all have our strengths..." He paused to point at Kain. "She's smarter than all of you. I haven't failed you yet, have I?"

...Well. They couldn't deny that. Not yet at least. He'd yet to let them down.

"They won't all die. All you need to do..." He tapped his forehead now that he had their attention caught, "Is understand people. And I've got that."

Another round of silence. Finally Jacqueline huffed softly and stood up. "Then I don't believe you need me for this. If you'll excuse me." She made for the door. In his own chair Kevin twitched before standing as well. "I still don't like this!"

He followed, Whaza not far behind. "And I walked up twelve flights of stairs for this?" Shaking his head the old teacher closed the door behind himself. Jay watched them go a smirk his only answer.

"Some people just don't know how to handle the limelight."