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Winifred "Fred" Burkle ([info]i_figure) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2011-06-24 16:55:00

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Entry tags:fight club, hannibal lecter, winifred burkle

Big Brains, Mysteries and Wonders (Hannibal, Fight Club Challenge)
Fred was feeling different lately. Oh, she'd been having very interesting dreams, and she'd been allowed to work on some very high tech equipment. She was helping, but she'd felt..different recently. It wasn't a good or bad different, although she did feel a craving. It was one of those cravings she couldn't quite figure out for what exactly she was craving. She couldn't name it, and if she could just name it, maybe then she'd be able to get back to feeling normal. Not that she really considered herself all that normal.

As if the City felt a need to help her out, or give her yet another distraction, she received an invitation from the City Institute. They were thinking of holding a panel for the leading scientists and thinkers on the interplay between science and magic or supernatural. The invitation was to a private meeting, and she guessed it was part of whatever was going on to find answers about the City. The Institute was starting to wonder? Maybe it was someone who was part of that meeting? There'd been flyers, she was pretty sure of that.

She knew she should probably sit at the computers and do more work, but the programs she had running, which didn't seem to be giving her more information than she'd already provided, were working well enough on their own. She wasn't needed.

Fred dressed in her more scholarly gear, even the glasses not that she always needed them much lately, and headed out to the Institute. She'd found the small conference room that looked set up for a small round table discussion, or debate; it even had snacks: small sandwiches, chips, crackers, pastries, juice, water, soda. It didn't look like a lot of food, but she'd guess at least five or six were expected. Scholars, thinkers, did like the free food and usually tried to sneak some home.

Fred Burkle settled down in a semi-plush swiveling rolly chair and waited. She didn't want to touch the snacks until others were there. It seemed more polite. She was a little excited; it'd been a while since she'd gotten to have an in-depth conversation of this kind.



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[info]i_figure
2011-06-30 07:41 am UTC (link)
"I didn't think you did." Fred paused as he came closer to her, her fingers twitched around the bottle she was holding. Thankfully it didn't crinkle too much from the tighter hold. She looked over the food.

"Like those stupid cupids." She grumped softly as she finally picked up a plate and found the pastries that actually looked edible. She did like her sweets. "Or the leprechaun, or making a queen?" She glanced at him, not at all liking how close he was. The plate in her hand didn't shake much, actually at all. She wasn't even sure how she could still think of eating when she knew what he ate. Her stomach really did have a mind of its own.

"Do you ever get curious? How it works?" She turned to look at him for a moment, which was probably not the best idea. It seemed to make her closer to him, which was not what she wanted. "It's testing us for something. If I were given to complete flights of fancy, I'd say it's trying to create a master race of some sort to take over the world, or to pick out the best bits of those not so real things to figure out how to defeat those things that made us. If we were made, but didn't exist outside that." She wasn't sure if she was making sense. It wasn't easy to explain what was in her head sometimes.

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