Post by The A.C.F. on Jun 1, 2023 15:52:09 GMT
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DATE: 08/11/18
LOCATION: L-14 "The Field", general research halls
ASSET: Dr. Cody Redd, A-Class-D, location head of research
EQUIPMENT: ACF-255 "Redd Medal"; 16.9 oz bottle Mountain Dew: Code Red; clipboard of notes; red pen [gift from Leviathan]
PURPOSE: Daily Research Overview, part 32/?
The Mountain Dew wasn't going to cut it today. Cody could feel it in his aching feet. He still had it anyway, something that had started as a joke here at L-14 when someone bought him a case of it, and then it eventually turned into a weird signature over the years. Then again everything had become weird over the years, and the weird just had to be classified into normal-weird and anomaly-weird and sometimes just out-of-the-ordinary. Everything got classified these days, too, and that was more important than ever right now.
L-14 was taking spillover from Level-1 locations. Risky-Class anomalies that had needed less specific protocols but were no less security risks, researchers that needed a lab to resume their work since theirs had been destroyed, all that crap. That wasn't a redactable expletive. Paperwork was going to be important, and Cody didn't want to put one more ounce of effort into paperwork than he absolutely had to.
None of that was even touching on the anomalies that had been lost. The sudden vacancies that Level-1 location Riskies were going into had come from somewhere. There were some anomalies that were higher priority from others, although everyone had different priorities. ACF-390-A was gone, for example. And while that was very low on Cody's list, someone was going to be sorely missing her. And Cody was doing his very best to avoid that somebody by mingling with the other researchers under the premise of doing audits and overviews. There was a lot of research being done here, after all, and it wasn't being done where it belonged, so obviously that person would be more worried about security than whatever all this was.
His achy feet found their way down a hall into the part of the location that was still, mercifully, dedicated to Household-class objects. He hadn't spent much time here yet, making sure that all the higher-level researchers had made themselves comfortable. Most of his researchers were here, and he hadn't had much time to say hi to any familiar faces besides Isaac, who'd been just as busy as he was. For his current circumstances it was the best he could ask for.
A handful of conversations, the bottle of soda, and most of a second can that someone had found for him later, and he'd taken a decent chunk out of the work to be done here. He had notes on his paper, because that was what researchers did, even ones who were heads of locations, and it seemed to be going swimmingly. Most of the research hadn't even been paused after the Breach, since Household-class objects obviously couldn't go very far.
With one significant exception.
Kallie Juniper Reed was in lab 17 with a clock that always displayed "relevant" movie titles instead of the time. Cody wished he could remember the number, but he'd been cramming too much into his head. He remembered interning with Dr. Reed, who'd been one of the people excited to hear he was staying with the Foundation as a researcher. She'd always been supportive, and had a good heart, even though some of her interns could be trouble. She was also very big on paperwork, and Intern Redd had learned the hard way about the Foundation's standards of paperwork to follow. He'd managed to reach some of the standards, except with ACF-255, which he'd always kept updated. With that in mind he scribbled a quick note in the crammed handwriting he'd adapted at L-7, and stepped in. Since then her hair hadn't lost its partial grey, nor her face lost the gentle touch.
He'd changed a bit, though. He'd grown his hair out - not long, but enough to not quite be out of Foundation standards. He'd also finally managed to get a bit of a beard started, although now it just looked like the result of days of being much too busy to shave. His ID badge now read R-Class-D instead of B. And now, technically if he really wanted to be a jerk, he could dictate what research she got done and what paperwork needed to be run where.
Not that he'd ever do that. He'd always liked Dr. Reed.
"Hey, Dr. Reed," by way of announcement as he stepped through the door. "Just checking in on how the research is going. How've you been?"
LOCATION: L-14 "The Field", general research halls
ASSET: Dr. Cody Redd, A-Class-D, location head of research
EQUIPMENT: ACF-255 "Redd Medal"; 16.9 oz bottle Mountain Dew: Code Red; clipboard of notes; red pen [gift from Leviathan]
PURPOSE: Daily Research Overview, part 32/?
The Mountain Dew wasn't going to cut it today. Cody could feel it in his aching feet. He still had it anyway, something that had started as a joke here at L-14 when someone bought him a case of it, and then it eventually turned into a weird signature over the years. Then again everything had become weird over the years, and the weird just had to be classified into normal-weird and anomaly-weird and sometimes just out-of-the-ordinary. Everything got classified these days, too, and that was more important than ever right now.
L-14 was taking spillover from Level-1 locations. Risky-Class anomalies that had needed less specific protocols but were no less security risks, researchers that needed a lab to resume their work since theirs had been destroyed, all that crap. That wasn't a redactable expletive. Paperwork was going to be important, and Cody didn't want to put one more ounce of effort into paperwork than he absolutely had to.
None of that was even touching on the anomalies that had been lost. The sudden vacancies that Level-1 location Riskies were going into had come from somewhere. There were some anomalies that were higher priority from others, although everyone had different priorities. ACF-390-A was gone, for example. And while that was very low on Cody's list, someone was going to be sorely missing her. And Cody was doing his very best to avoid that somebody by mingling with the other researchers under the premise of doing audits and overviews. There was a lot of research being done here, after all, and it wasn't being done where it belonged, so obviously that person would be more worried about security than whatever all this was.
His achy feet found their way down a hall into the part of the location that was still, mercifully, dedicated to Household-class objects. He hadn't spent much time here yet, making sure that all the higher-level researchers had made themselves comfortable. Most of his researchers were here, and he hadn't had much time to say hi to any familiar faces besides Isaac, who'd been just as busy as he was. For his current circumstances it was the best he could ask for.
A handful of conversations, the bottle of soda, and most of a second can that someone had found for him later, and he'd taken a decent chunk out of the work to be done here. He had notes on his paper, because that was what researchers did, even ones who were heads of locations, and it seemed to be going swimmingly. Most of the research hadn't even been paused after the Breach, since Household-class objects obviously couldn't go very far.
With one significant exception.
Kallie Juniper Reed was in lab 17 with a clock that always displayed "relevant" movie titles instead of the time. Cody wished he could remember the number, but he'd been cramming too much into his head. He remembered interning with Dr. Reed, who'd been one of the people excited to hear he was staying with the Foundation as a researcher. She'd always been supportive, and had a good heart, even though some of her interns could be trouble. She was also very big on paperwork, and Intern Redd had learned the hard way about the Foundation's standards of paperwork to follow. He'd managed to reach some of the standards, except with ACF-255, which he'd always kept updated. With that in mind he scribbled a quick note in the crammed handwriting he'd adapted at L-7, and stepped in. Since then her hair hadn't lost its partial grey, nor her face lost the gentle touch.
He'd changed a bit, though. He'd grown his hair out - not long, but enough to not quite be out of Foundation standards. He'd also finally managed to get a bit of a beard started, although now it just looked like the result of days of being much too busy to shave. His ID badge now read R-Class-D instead of B. And now, technically if he really wanted to be a jerk, he could dictate what research she got done and what paperwork needed to be run where.
Not that he'd ever do that. He'd always liked Dr. Reed.
"Hey, Dr. Reed," by way of announcement as he stepped through the door. "Just checking in on how the research is going. How've you been?"
