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21 February 2008 @ 10:15 pm
Open to all inhabitants of the lab, and Doctor Grey.  
It's a quiet night home for Clair.  Far too many nights are quiet nights home.  But she can find contentment in moments like this, spent reading in the main room with Angie drowsing heavily under her arm and Nova a warm weight across her bare feet.  Her attention is only slightly split, her tentacles in the kitchen doing the dishes.
 
 
 
Dr. Grey: Self destruct?grey_matter on February 22nd, 2008 08:30 am (UTC)
Of course, that just means it's too quiet, because a few moments later... there's the sound of a sizable explosion from the labs. A few seconds later, there's a second. Oops?
darkoctavius: intense....darkoctavius on February 23rd, 2008 04:38 am (UTC)
The noise and concussion of the explosions are certainly enough to jar Otto from his work--his own workspace being close enough to experience structural tremors and power fluctuations. His gaze snaps up from the wetware array he'd been hunched over as he instantly recognises the origin of the sound.

The labs.

Clair.

He's at the door in an instant and through it in another, actuators pounding along the metal floor. He can barely hear the fire alarm, barely notice the red emergency lighting or the torrential downpour from the sprinklers as he shouts her name, forcing his way into the remains of the room.

The interior had been destroyed--walls intact but everything else unrecognisable. Frantically, he flings shelving and tables aside, searching for her.
Ockette: Claw!ockette on February 23rd, 2008 05:01 am (UTC)
Her arms come in a moment later in a clatter, the harness empty, and she follows soon after. Not caught in the explosion, not hurt. The arms charge past Otto, seeking salvage, as she stops dead in the doorway.

"No... Otto!"
darkoctavius: intense....darkoctavius on February 23rd, 2008 05:09 am (UTC)
He whirls at the sound of her voice, staring for a couple beats, panting, drenched in sprinkler water, starkly shadowed by the red light.

"There was an explosion," he wheezes, attempting to pull his dignity back together. "I thought you'd been caught in it...." That she hadn't been was an obvious, tight-throated relief.
Dr. Grey: Scalpel.grey_matter on February 23rd, 2008 05:12 am (UTC)
The explosions encompass the most used areas of the labs. And if they take a moment to look, any computer screen not knocked over and burning has words scrolling across it.

I could ruin you.


Edited at 2008-02-23 05:13 am (UTC)
Ockette: Scowlockette on February 23rd, 2008 05:20 am (UTC)
The sprinklers sleeking her hair to her head, catching it in dark whorls against her throat, she looks around the room in stunned pain. "How... My computers!"
darkoctavius: intense....darkoctavius on February 23rd, 2008 05:33 am (UTC)
Otto looks at it, as well, scowling at it before turning his gaze to Clair.

"What does that mean?"
Ockette: Scowlockette on February 23rd, 2008 05:40 am (UTC)
Clair wipes water from her face, fruitlessly, and skirts a burning table to reach one of the few functioning computers. Taptap tap. She's pale, her lips thin.

"I was in the living room with Angie - she's in her pen. I don't know... But it has to be..." Hanover, her mind whispers. "No, it has to be Grey."
darkoctavius: intense....darkoctavius on February 23rd, 2008 05:45 am (UTC)
"Grey?" Otto looks over her shoulder at what she's doing. "He escaped months ago--are you certain?"

Ockette: Scowlockette on February 23rd, 2008 05:54 am (UTC)
"Who else?" Her voice cracks, angry and upset. "We ran into each other in the Sanctuary the other day. I... Damn it, I teased him. This is my fault."
darkoctavius: intense....darkoctavius on February 23rd, 2008 06:20 am (UTC)
Otto looks about at what's left of the lab. "A simple teasing and he does this?" Hypocrisy, thy name is Octavius. There's a beat and he frowns. "What does he mean about ruining you, though?"
Ockette: Looooomsockette on February 23rd, 2008 06:27 am (UTC)
"I don't know." Her hands shake as she tries to dislodge his taunting message from her computers. "I didn't think he'd get back- He stole my PIN. We need to rework the shielding... I should have thought about all of this earlier. I left us open."
darkoctaviusdarkoctavius on February 23rd, 2008 06:50 am (UTC)
The tension has drained from him somewhat and he sighs. "Are you looking for recriminations? Listen--I'll recalibrate the portal code and we'll go from there: make a thorough sweep for any other explosives--"

He breaks off as a chemical explosion flares at the other end of the room. Small panels open in the walls and start dousing the room with foam.

"But we'd best get out of here first."
Ockette: MEHockette on February 23rd, 2008 06:53 am (UTC)
Clair's arms have already gathered almost everything salvage-worthy onto a gurney. She jerks the cord of the computer she's on from the wall and gathers the tower into her arms, ducking against the snow-fall of foam and running for the door.
darkoctaviusdarkoctavius on February 23rd, 2008 07:41 am (UTC)
Otto follows after her, looking grim. The automated system will close bulkheads around the lab and fill the area with foam to neutralise the explosive and flammable reactions. Then everything'll have to be overridden, the foam cleared out, and the debris picked through.

Then, he will go and kill Grey. Painfully. They will not have another Hanover in their lives. Full stop. End of sentence.
mark_i_am: groovy markmark_i_am on February 25th, 2008 10:29 pm (UTC)
Mark appears, in the main living quarters. "Heey, here to take Angie out for our date to the zoo..." He stops and sniffs the air.

"You burning stuff again?"
darkoctaviusdarkoctavius on February 25th, 2008 11:32 pm (UTC)
Otto walks by, looking more ... Ock-like than he has in ages. Something's clearly up, more than a simple kitchen mishap. That much is made more obvious by the salvaged lab equipment he's carrying.

"Unfortunately not. A bomb had been planted. Everyone's all right, but the laboratory is a complete write-off."

MEH.
mark_i_am: here to listenmark_i_am on February 25th, 2008 11:34 pm (UTC)
"A ...a bomb? By who? And...surely not Hanover...?" Worried Mark!
Ockette: MEHockette on February 26th, 2008 04:40 am (UTC)
"Can we not use that name?" Clair's in the kitchen, carefully cleaning fire retardant foam out of things never meant to get foamy. "I don't want Angie to hear it."
mark_i_ammark_i_am on February 26th, 2008 04:53 am (UTC)
"Clair! Oh, thank God you're okay!" Mark will run over for a hug.

"Angie is fine, you're fine? How about your subjects?"
Ockette: Scowlockette on February 26th, 2008 06:21 am (UTC)
Clair gives him a tired hug. "I'm fine, Angie's fine. We weren't in the lab. I haven't had any subjects since Grey, so no one was hurt at all." Just.... two years' work, destroyed.
mark_i_ammark_i_am on February 26th, 2008 06:14 pm (UTC)
"Good to hear but - augh, shit, was this arson? Did someone break in?" Mark looks sidelong at cuddly Nova.

"Perhaps I should have gotten you a German shepherd."