somewhere over the rainbow [open]

[Ritsu Lunisary]

"there is nothing wrong with your television set, do not attempt to adjust the picture. we are controlling the signal."

"Somewhereeee over the rainbow, waaay up hiigh! There's a lannnnd that I dreamt of, once in a lifetiiime!" Rit's high-pitched falsetto-style soprano singing shook the base of the glass she was currently working with. Highly dangerous chemicals had been mixed into a liquid that looks slightly unstable to the human eye. She had her goggles down, and was humming 'Over The Rainbow', even though the song was ages old. Her headphones were hooked up to the old, decrepit laptop she lovingly refered to as the Hamster-Top, for certain reasons no one was ever sure of. When she tried to explain it, she usually only ended up confusing them more. The song changed, as did her singing, and she was tapping her feet. "Her name is Noel, I have a dream about her. She rings my bell, I've got gym class in half an hour..~" She hummed a little bit. "But she doesn't know who I am, and she doesn't give a.." Her off-pitch singing was interrupted by a call from her cell. She flipped it on, her voice ringing clear. "Isabella's Pizza, how can I help you?" She chimed in that annoying falsetto, adding another slightly unstable chemical to the bubbling concoction.

She listened for a few seconds to the automated message informing her of a mission completed. She hung up at the end, and forgot a second about the sitting chemicals on the lab desk. When she did remember, however, they'd already started reacting. She stood, eyeing it, as she pulled her goggles protectively back down. She took the pliers and walked over to the disposible waste, contemplating whether to risk the chance of explosion, or get rid of it while it was still safe. She'd been working on it for a few hours by now, and had been disturbed twice, so she was sure she'd forgotten some key ingrediants, maybe. She paused, watching the bubbling crimson liquid, and grinned softly to herself. Maybe she could dump it in the men's lavoratory. Boom, anyone?

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[Dimitry Zechevny]

Someone was singing.

Dimitry could tell you that much. And it wasn't pleasant. Of all places he had decided to walk past, he had decided walking past the Technology General's was a good idea. Poor choice indeed. Her voice, childish, and extremely high-pitched, was not REALLY in tune with the music she was playing. Whatever the music was. He'd never so much as heard anything like it. Musically, his choice was limited to heavy riffs and thumping double-bass beats, so listening, if only through necessity, to something with more emphasis on vocals, was a little more than odd to him.

Knowing her, she was probably concocting some form of mad cap liquid, more than likely for one of her infamous practical jokes, more than likely turning the one who imbided it into a newt or something. Not exactly his idea of a fun day out, but he had to respect the ingenuity behind creating something so potent it could completely reverse and alter your body chemistry. He made a mental note to never offend her in any way at all. Not that he intended to, she was a superior after all.

Even if she was slightly deranged. He knocked twice on the metal door of her office, before entering quickly, shutting the door, and saluting, his arm snapping to his eye, before falling back into place once he saw the strange, bubbling liquid she had a pair of pliers around. It looked ominously like a mixture of blood and carbonated water, but more than likely, it was something a bit stronger. She didn't seem like the type to make a brand new cocktail for a vampire.

I hope I'm not intruding ma'am, but I couldn't help but hear your voice. I've had nothing to do all week, and I was sort of hoping you might have something to do for me.

He coughed slightly. He hoped that she would, but at the same time, prayed that she wouldn't make him be the latest victim. He almost regretted coming in here, but it was what he was for after all. To serve and... Be turned into a rare breed of lizard most likely...

[Ritsu Lunisary]

"there is nothing wrong with your television set, do not attempt to adjust the picture. we are controlling the signal."

Just as Ritsu had been thinking up dastardly plans with the semi-explosive liquid, someone walked in. She couldn't quite see all that well at first, and perked up a grin at the man. "Oh sure, sure. I'm trying out this new," She waved the tube around somewhat hazardously, "Body enhancement. It's supposed to make people faster. By the way," She peered at him, flipping up her goggles. "Your name... Uh... Dim...Dim...Dimitry, right? Sabotage? Perfect!" She looked only slightly crazy...really...maybe. (This is the time any rational mind would be screaming "RUN, RUUUUN. NEVER LOOK BACK!")

She put the liquid down, poured just a centimeter of it in a glass, and then slid it across the table to him. It slid to a halt about two inches from the edge, right there for him to drink. "Don't worry, it's perfectly safe for consumption." She gave him a bright smile. "And if anything goes wrong, I've got the antidote...laying..around here somewhere." With that, she took to rifling through certain places, drawers, and the like until she found an icy blue liquid. "Viola!" She gave a bit of a giggle, and then cleared off the desk and put it in the middle.

She watched him with bright eyes, sitting up onto the desk next to the potion. "Just don't drop it. It's highly explosive if it hits marble, and these floors are marble. Safe for human consumption, not so much for rock consumption. We'd be blown up faster than you can say, "Marry had a little---" She made a big motion with her hands, and demonstrated the sound effects with a watery "BOOM!". It was definantly not reassuring to any sane person, but she'd never known to kill anyone with her experiments. Burn a few, yes, turn them into rare creatures, yes, but never kill anyone. She had a good track record in that regard, at least!

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[Dimitry Zechevny]

Dimitry raised an eyebrow. He was suddenly realising why she had somewhat of a reputation for being on the slightly insane side. Because she WAS slightly insane. But still, she was brilliant, and brilliance begot insanity. You didn't have to look far to see that. Einstein. Newton. Both extremely intelligent. Both also deranged in some way.

Assassin and saboteur, ma'am. And erm... Supposed, to make people faster? How much testing has been done, may I ask? I'll take it, but I would like to know how much testing has been done. And why a saboteur?

He was asking a lot of questions, but he REALLY wasn't one to simply wander into a situation blindfolded. It was what made him an operative, and not simply a grunt. He picked up the glass, and sniffed inside. It didn't seem to smell of anything. That was usually a good sign, with the exception of Sarin...

Right, don't drop it, or I have myself a mini-nuke. Gotcha. Why does it seem like this would be better thrown at people than drunk...

He lifted up the phial, inspecting the contents. It was a sort of crimson-ish colour, but it had mellowed slightly, becoming less frothy, attained a more translucent hue. He shrugged a little, dipped his finger in it, and rubbed it on his skin. Best to try it there first he suspected.