Who: Madrox, OTA What: Fuck it, I'm getting drunk When: Wednesday night Where: Rec room Warnings: Alcohol, tbd Jamie had been a busy little bunny. The majority of his day had been consumed with he and three dupes, it had originally been five, but the dupe had been too whiny so he had needed to absorb the guy, researching the Cure and the various issues that came with it. It was all a great deal of work, but the collective he's had managed to turn up some interesting results. There was apparently some 'raving lunatic' who barged into congress during a meeting ranting that the Cure was not a Cure at all, but a weapon intended to wipe out mutants. Having seen the way it ravaged the bodies of a few of his teammates at the Haven, Jamie was willing to believe it. The really curious thing, this was documented on several conspiracy sites, but nothing at all on official sites. In fact, there was no mention of any disturbance at all during those minutes, and everything in those congressional sessions was measured. That either meant the conspirators were more nuts than usual or there was a massive cover up... Jamie was not thrilled to think about the possibility of the latter. Just how much pull did Worthington Industries have? Disturbing thought.
At last, after the sun had sank below the horizon, Jamie absorbed his dupes and dragged himself to the Rec Room for a Discovery Channel special on quantum mechanics. It was not like Jamie was ill educated. He had the majority of a college education focusing largely on physics and biology, as well as two brilliant parents who had introduced him to the workings of the universe at an early age. Still, the understandings of the functions of the universe had literally been turned on their head since the 1990's, and the flare of 2012 had done nothing to help all this. Two commercial breaks in, it became clear that Jamie would need a little liquid aid in digesting this new information. Once the commercials came on, a few obnoxious decibels louder than the program itself, he moved back to his room to snag a bottle of gin he had stashed away. Combining that with some tonic he found in the fridge and a bit of lime, he had found himself a decent 'wash the day away' drink.
Whistling lowly at the mention of the "Collider," a machine the size of a city housed in Switzerland, Jamie tossed back another glass full. Forty-five minutes into the program, it was amply clear to Madrox that there was no point in staying sober for the night. So, topping off his drink again, he settled in for a long drink and a longer night of attempting to wrap his brain around the newer developments in just how energy transformed into matter. Times like this, he really did wish he was back in college. He occasionally forgot how much this stuff fascinated him. Why was learning so much fun when you were not in school? Totally not fair.