Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 16, 2008 22:07:43 GMT -5
June Cerny was a happy woman. She had a loving family, a satisfying job, and the home of her dreams. She excercised regularly, and ate only the healthiest foods. Her doctor had said she was as healthy as a woman ten years younger than her. He was totally wrong.
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"Where is it all going?" A rather dull looking analyst mused to himself, virtually rubbing a hole in his chin.
"What are you mumbling to yourself about?" The woman beside him asked snipingly, glancing at her own monitor.
"We've been losing all manner of resources somewhere along the line. What should be going into construction and power supply is getting shunted off to, well somewhere." He leaned closer to his screen, licking his lips.
"Anything new? Temperature fluctuations? Infections? Wrinkles?" A third individual enterred the room, his blue hair swept back and primped until appropriate for one as vain as himself.
"Not really. Same old, same old. A hypothalamus has two settings. Boredom, and blind, screaming panic." The woman replied, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"We've got some weird readings..." The one seated to her right repeated.
"It's nothing. She had a glass of wine with her husband last night... That right there could be causing our anomalies." The woman stated with practiced ease and an air of disdain.
"I suppose." Her coworker went back to browsing his spreadsheets.
"Speaking of wine, you should have been around the brain the other night. That was an INCREDIBLE party there." The charismatic one began summarising the events, and amongst the list of divisions and apoptosi, the woman pulled up the data she had been shown. She set it aside, and went back to scanning the data.
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"A full daily value of three different nutrients? Do you know what you're even talking about here?" A very womanly individual looked towards the hypothalmus cell, and sighed.
"Of course I do. It's my only purpose in life. Scanning this data, and controlling the inputs and outputs... That's all that I do..." She paused. "Besides recreation, of course."
"Of course." The head of the metabolic division sighed, resting her head in her hands. "You think this is important, right?"
"Yes, it has to be! At this rate, June could be severely deficient in several different vitamins before next month!"
"You fix it, then. Simple as that. I'm not going to jump through hoops to chase some loose numbers... What's your name again?"
"Circad Arcua."
"I'm putting it down in your profile that you went on indefinate leave. That way, my hands are clean..." Her boss extended her palms, and then furtively leaned closer. "If you can get information about this, I'll try to remedy it somehow... But right now, all I can do is provide you with a tip. The small intestine's shipping department handles the incoming vitamins. You might want to start there."
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"Excuse me ma'am... Excuse me, sir. Sorry about that!" Circad apologized emphatically, struggling through a motley crowd as she pounded the cobbles of the appendix. She had gotten off at the wrong stop in the blood stream, and now, she couldn't even find her way back to the flow. She jumped back when she saw a phagocyte wander by, chewing on something that still had a clawed arm flailing from its mouth.
"This place is brutal." She sighed, avoiding something that left a trail of slime as it waddled by. Gingerly stepping over the mucus, she noticed a group of cells gathered at the nearest glucose café. She immediately headed towards them.
"Excuse me, but can anybody tell me how to get back to the bloodstream? I'm totally lost... Well, as you can tell. Hypothalamus cell and all." Circad gasped, leaning on a table to catch her breath.
OOC: THERE! RESPOND TO THAT! I DARE YOU!
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"Where is it all going?" A rather dull looking analyst mused to himself, virtually rubbing a hole in his chin.
"What are you mumbling to yourself about?" The woman beside him asked snipingly, glancing at her own monitor.
"We've been losing all manner of resources somewhere along the line. What should be going into construction and power supply is getting shunted off to, well somewhere." He leaned closer to his screen, licking his lips.
"Anything new? Temperature fluctuations? Infections? Wrinkles?" A third individual enterred the room, his blue hair swept back and primped until appropriate for one as vain as himself.
"Not really. Same old, same old. A hypothalamus has two settings. Boredom, and blind, screaming panic." The woman replied, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"We've got some weird readings..." The one seated to her right repeated.
"It's nothing. She had a glass of wine with her husband last night... That right there could be causing our anomalies." The woman stated with practiced ease and an air of disdain.
"I suppose." Her coworker went back to browsing his spreadsheets.
"Speaking of wine, you should have been around the brain the other night. That was an INCREDIBLE party there." The charismatic one began summarising the events, and amongst the list of divisions and apoptosi, the woman pulled up the data she had been shown. She set it aside, and went back to scanning the data.
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"A full daily value of three different nutrients? Do you know what you're even talking about here?" A very womanly individual looked towards the hypothalmus cell, and sighed.
"Of course I do. It's my only purpose in life. Scanning this data, and controlling the inputs and outputs... That's all that I do..." She paused. "Besides recreation, of course."
"Of course." The head of the metabolic division sighed, resting her head in her hands. "You think this is important, right?"
"Yes, it has to be! At this rate, June could be severely deficient in several different vitamins before next month!"
"You fix it, then. Simple as that. I'm not going to jump through hoops to chase some loose numbers... What's your name again?"
"Circad Arcua."
"I'm putting it down in your profile that you went on indefinate leave. That way, my hands are clean..." Her boss extended her palms, and then furtively leaned closer. "If you can get information about this, I'll try to remedy it somehow... But right now, all I can do is provide you with a tip. The small intestine's shipping department handles the incoming vitamins. You might want to start there."
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"Excuse me ma'am... Excuse me, sir. Sorry about that!" Circad apologized emphatically, struggling through a motley crowd as she pounded the cobbles of the appendix. She had gotten off at the wrong stop in the blood stream, and now, she couldn't even find her way back to the flow. She jumped back when she saw a phagocyte wander by, chewing on something that still had a clawed arm flailing from its mouth.
"This place is brutal." She sighed, avoiding something that left a trail of slime as it waddled by. Gingerly stepping over the mucus, she noticed a group of cells gathered at the nearest glucose café. She immediately headed towards them.
"Excuse me, but can anybody tell me how to get back to the bloodstream? I'm totally lost... Well, as you can tell. Hypothalamus cell and all." Circad gasped, leaning on a table to catch her breath.
OOC: THERE! RESPOND TO THAT! I DARE YOU!