[voice]

[sirentologist]

[Well, this is almost like an Echo, really. She can live with that.]

I require the use of some additional space--a full building would be best, though a large room would suffice--preferably abandoned and away from most of the populace. Do not be alarmed, it is merely for scientific research. I simply do not wish to harm anyone besides myself should some of the experiments become...volatile.

Should anyone know of anything available, please let me know.

[Short and to the point. She can do that sometimes.]

Comments

[imaginary_wife]

Seems like renting can get kinda cheap around her. Might wanna go with that. That's what I had to do with my place.

[sirentologist]

It may come to that, however I require quite a lot of space.

[imaginary_wife]

Well, if you do find a place, I might pitch in. I have a clinic, but it's just for medical work. If I wanna play with anything big, I need space, too. That is if you're interested.

[sirentologist]

I would be most appreciative.

[imaginary_wife]

So you wanna talk shop over lunch or somethin'?

[Because she does legit want to here what another scientist is up to, here. You know. So they can get the fuck out.]

[The cute fashion sense helps.]

[sirentologist]

[Wait what someone is actually asking her out to lunch? Like a normal person? What is this how does she deal with this]

If you insist.

[Nailed it]

[imaginary_wife]

Hey, I'm a doctor. I'm used to people not giving a crap about what I insist.

[But hey, progress is progress!]

Meet me tonight at the dorms after I get off work. [She sends her the time.]

[sirentologist]

Very well, I shall endeavor to be there. On time. Be there on time. [You know, not just. Not showing up. That.]

[imaginary_wife]

[Hey, a date is a date. Though it's less that she's angling to get in Tannis's pants (no pointed poetry for her today) and more that it's nice to have some damn peers again. Her one good friend is a criminal.]

[Mob bosses have their place in your life, and it's not talking shop.]

I'm at Room 4 on Floor 6.

[sirentologist]

[What is going on how did she agree to this]

Of course, I shall meet you there.

[imaginary_wife]

[Doc shows up at the agreed to time, rushing into her dorm room with an armful of food, because like everyone else who has survived an apocalypse it's nice to keep a stash around.]

[She dusts off her hands.]

Alright, Doll, you pick the place and I'm buyin'.

[sirentologist]

[Well, hello there.]

I only know of a couple of places. I prefer not to interact with others very often.

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[scathefires]

[when does the phrase "do not be alarmed" have anything but the opposite effect?]

You already run through every realtor in town?

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[sirentologist]

[Shut up, she tried.]

Typically my various bases of operation have been set up in places where of you could keep everyone else out it belonged to you. I admit I briefly entertained the idea here but thought it more polite to ask first.

[scathefires]

[congrats, you just earned yourself a very dry laugh.]

I think you’re in the wrong damn city for polite.

[sirentologist]

Wonderful, then I shall simply commandeer a building for my own use. I'm certain that will not be at all suspicious.

[scathefires]

Actually, that seems to be how it’s done here. I know a guy who set up shop exactly like that.

[sirentologist]

Interesting. Perhaps this place is more similar to Pandora than I thought.