Who: Chance and Mathis What: Experiment Observation When: July 8 Where: BPD lab Rating: Low (theoretically)
A small reminder box appeared in the bottom right corner of Chance's computer screen. Blue eyes flicked over briefly, acknowledging its appearance but disregarding its contents. He didn't need to read it, he already knew what it said. The same reminder displayed on first day of every month, and he'd been putting it off for a little over a week. Not today, maybe tomorrow he would tell himself, but by this time a whole week of July had already slipped through his fingers.
Chance finished up the last report he was working on and actually remembered to forward it. While expediting was not his strong suit, he doubted the recipient wouldn't pay enough notice to how quickly Chance had yielded results. They'd just be grateful and go on their merry way, it was exactly what Chance hoped for.
Though he was used to solitude, there weren't many situations where he actually wanted to be alone. This monthly occurrence was one such moment where he felt a great need for privacy. Chance shuffled the last of his loose papers into their appropriate folders and shoved the last stray sample into its place. He examined his work space to make sure everything was cleaned up and put away before he started his next task.
He pulled a thick, wide case out from one of his cabinets. Inside were various, small vials, nearly ordered and dated. Gloved fingers deftly pulled an empty one from its slot, placing it on his desk top next to the case. Various other testing supplies were collected, but there was one last thing Chance required. He moved over to the wall where he kept a few lab mice in cages.
"Sorry, Snowball." He apologized gently to one of the mice as he caught it in his hand, "This is for science." He turned and placed it into a tall, wide vase he had repurposed as a holding cell for his test subjects.