RP: No Dice Characters: Katie, Matt Time/Date: Evening, August 29 Location: Sekrit Lab Warnings/Rating: Matt. I think he counts as a warning, right? Summary: Katie had no luck Status: Complete
"No luck on the footage," Katie reported as she swept into the main observation area. "I can get to before. I can get to after. But something must happen in that section that we're not allowed to mess with. Nothing with her, but something in general. So bad luck on that," she said as she plunked herself down in Sam's chair.
"Playing Sam for the day?" he inquired as he glanced over to Katie. It was a bummer that they wouldn't have the footage to show, but if Katie had been able to plant a microphone, they might have audio at some point.
"You didn't hear?"
"Hear?" Matt lifted a brow. "No, I didn't hear."
"One of the velociraptor cubs. Babies. Hatchlings? Anyway, one of them ... there was a situation. It's cleared up, but the thing got a hold of Sam, and chewed up her calf before they could get it off. She's up in the hospital," Katie reported with a vague gesture toward the surface. "So she's out for the day but she'll be in probably by Tuesday."
Matt laughed. Not because it was funny, but there was some sort of irony about the situation. He wasn't sure what that particular irony was, but ...
... no, all right, it was funny. "The hell was she even doing in the area?"
"Tour," Katie said with a shrug. "She wanted to know when they'd be ready for release on the island. Oh, also, speaking of. We found a place to get dragons of the non-talking variety. Once they get coordinates on a safe place to swipe some eggs, I'll be going in for that. If you still wanted to?"
Matt grinned. Dragons. He knew the island couldn't support any fully grown ones, but ... if they could hatch some eggs or corral some juvenile ones, he thought they could use that. Even some dog-sized dragons prancing around the island would do a number on some of the residents. "Yeah, I still want to," he said. "So are you doing Sam's work?"
"No, just keeping her chair warm," Katie quipped. She stuck out her tongue at Matt as he shoved over a stack of video orbs toward her, but it wasn't like she didn't know what she was doing. She was creating a new program guide for the TV, and they had to match up the orbs to the descriptions.
She wondered how many people were going to choose to watch things about themselves. Or others. Not like it mattered. Even if they didn't click through the program guide, the things would be playing on different channels anyway, so it was likely anyone who kept watching was going to stumble across it.
"So hey. With the condoms? The hell was that?" Katie glanced over to him before she picked up the first ball, slipped it into a time spot, and typed up the entry on the guide.
"I was bored. Seemed like fun. And I wanted to make sure it still worked. The doohicky."
"Translocator. It has a name, Matt, and it doesn't appreciate being called doohicky." But she had to admit, having the translocator made things easier now that there were so many people in the hotel. They didn't have the man power to stock rooms individually now, and it made stocking safer. Sure, they still had to go out for some things, but ... for the most part, they could just stock from a distance. "Why would it not be working?"
"... I was just bored." He grinned. "Besides, did you get a chance to read the network? Hysterical. The kids got into them, and several people went all parental. It was great."
"Haven't read it yet," she said. "I'll catch it when I'm done with this." Unless she forgot. Which she probably would. She wasn't as interested in the observations as they were; she preferred the fieldwork to the observing. When Matt lapsed into silence, presumably getting back to his own work, Katie continued on catching up on Sam's.