The Birth of SCIOP

[exlibrismortis]

Somewhere on the New York University campus, in the Darwinian Building of Science, there was a door. On that door, it says 3-B. Beyond that door Takar waited in a room for the other scientists to arrive. He was eager to meet these people. The fact that this was all coming together was enough to get him giddy as a young boy on Christmas morning. Sadly enough, the room was rather shoddy, and had not really been kept overly well. Nevertheless, it was time to get this going. He made sure the folder was ready with the proposals and everything was good to go. Hopefully, they were able to follow his instructions...

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[Penpen]

Takar sat at a dusty old table, a relic of the early years, scrolling through his documents. Had he forgot something? Had he spend enough time on his work? As he noticed a closing door on the hallway, he was sure it was to late to question his own vision. He watched the door as a blonde young woman entered the room. *It's about time to get this thing going.*, he thought.

Alexa Cole opened the door to a room, mostly used as Store room. 'So, this is my future?' She gulped. It was a dim room full of trash. Broken seats, TV's, radios. 'Hell, was that a rat? I fear it was..'. She almost stumpled down the wooden old stairs, trying to look serious. As her eyes accustomed to the dark room, she realized that there was already someone looking at her. "So you must be Mr. DreyKhat Takar?!"

Takar tried to stop grining but he couldn't. That young girl, trying to look like a women, wearing high heels and a black dress was a Dr.? "Indeed. And you are Mrs. Cole... Oh, please excuse my bad manners. Please, have a seat. Unfortunately every other room was booked. But we won't stay long, i promise."
Oh, and don't worry. The rats won't bite you. They seem to be vegitarian." *he laughed*

"Oh, vegetarian Rats. Of course." She sat down and tried to catch a quick view of her host. 'Well, at least he's well dressed and doesn't look like one of these thick glasses wearing students.'
"So, Mr. Takar... how many people are we waiting for?

"I expect two more to come." Takar said. "They shall arrive soon." he smiled. "Coffee?"

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[dr_psikick]

Lost, completely lost, even though he studied there for the last 7 years, Fish and his mates cross every hall in the complex until finally they found the room. They were all groomed and nit, Fish and Julie were leading the way followed by Mark and the mysterious Kazim.

Fish feels this is his last chance to work as a scientist, but is not really sure about the content of the meeting (translating: he doesn't have a clue...). Julie is very interested in hearing Dr. Takar, she still hopes to graduate some day, but before she needs to earn the credits to pay the fees at the University, and hopefully doing real science and learning. Mark follows Fish everywhere, he is actually quite smart, but his "condition" unable him to keep going through school, and also his social skills are really bad even by Fish's standards... Kazim doesn't show, but deep inside he is really excited with this meeting, maybe something familiar...

As they entered the room, and saw only two people a disappointment felling fallen upon Fish and most especially Julie, Mark as always was excited (very) and Kazim remained in his "whatever" state of mind.

Coming down the stairs, Fish looked to Takar and then to Alexa and still tuned in awe for Alexa he said:

- Greetings my name is Fish, William "Smelly" Fish! Oh! Forget the smelly part...

Takar and Alexa couldn't contain a certain "face palm" felling...

- Anyway this is my team, Julie my lead lab technician(Julie smiled); this one is Mark, my friend and lab assistant(Mark rapidly said: "Hello, hello, hellllooo! and blinked his eye to Alexa"); and finally this is Kazim, our mechanic and gear technician(Kazim bunced is head).

They took their seats and started some small talk with Alexa and Takar as they waited for one more scientist.

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[Lance_Uppercut]

And then, Doctor Zinn, stinking of Gin, walked right in, with quite the grin.
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A long inhale.

"Smells like science in here," he declared, half-glazed over at all of the fancy little gadgets strewn about.

Preemptively grabbing a seat, Zinn looked around to the fellow mathletes and chemigicians and wizards of physics with a grin -- no, a smirk -- that seemed to say hey, look, I'm here too!

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::The Pennsylvania Liberation Force

[Petitioner]

Professor Alvin Salt navigated his way to the room eagerly, not knowing what to expect. As he found the entranceway, he slowly opened the door and looked around.
"Well, it's better than my old room, that's for sure! Hello everyone, I'm Alvin Salt.
He grinned jovially.
"And you all are?"

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[Osilon]

A pink-furred hand slowly reached around the door, opening it. Vixen walked in slowly, wearing a black Kimono, augmented with bands of cloth to hold down the arms and the main dress, preventing it from sitting as open as it usually did. Her tail flicked around behind her, and she raised an eyebrow at the surroundings.
As she walked inside, Vixen sniffed the air, and her ears flicked back for a moment. The neural band flickered slightly as another thought was filed into her gunboat's mainframe...
"I've been in worse places..." she said, smiling. She brushed the dust from her arms, smoothing her fur, and then walked in, closing the door behind her.
She observed the other members of the room, before bowing her head.
"Hello, i'm Vixen...i suppose this is everyone then?"

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[Damien O'Shaughnessy]

A shabby hunchbacked man slowly turned the doorknob of room 3B and hobbled inside. He was clad in a fine space-faring uniform which was found frequently on the crew members who hadn't any need for jumpsuits. He pulled out a scroll and unraveled it before speaking to the awkwardly silent assembly.

His voice was deep and monotone, and his speech was remarkably slow.

"Now presenting... His Honor... First Chair of the Evil League of Evil... Doctor... Nefarious." He rolled the scroll and walked unsteadily out of the room.

Outside the door, poorly hushed whispers could be heard.

"Do you think they liked it?"

"Oh, undoubtedly... Sir."

"Fantastic, Bert! You've done wonderfully. Remind me to place you down to second on my list of surgically induced anthropomorphic photosynthesis."

"Of course, sir."

Soon a man in a white lab coat shuffled quickly into the smoky room. Assailed by the smell of cheap perfume and various beverages, he shifted himself slightly to the side for dramatic effect and placed his hands on his hips before posing triumphantly.

"Not so fast, pink devil-creature! Doctor Nefarious has arrived!"

From the hallway, Bert's voice could be heard, "A bit late on the... Response, sir."

"Quiet, you!"

"Yes, sir."

There was a brief pause in the room.

"So, shall we? Artifacts to analyze, cadavers to dismember, and those henchmen surely won't tell themselves what to do, so let's get on with it. Say your words, strange, shifty man."

The Doctor raised his chin with a motion that reeked of a superiority complex and awaited a response from the congregation.

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The Friary is hiring transporters

[Petitioner]

"Well, aren't YOU special?"
Professor Salt laughed a bit and took a seat next to Takar.

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[Damien O'Shaughnessy]

"Silence! Or the first time may not be the last that I let my heart-lion Betty gnaw on an idiot! She's from Gaia, by the way, in case your college education hadn't covered that, strangely boyish man."

He coughs.

"Her teeth have been dulled, but it will be the harshest level of mild discomfort you will ever hope to live through, especially if I bring the hyper-massive-glue cannon and three jars of peanut butter."

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The Friary is hiring transporters

[Petitioner]

"Well that seems rather irrelevant, don't you think? I think we should get down to business. Mister Takar?"

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