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crossing_lostrpWho: AU!Ami
Where: AU!DHARMA Headquarters
When: Day 24
Invited: Open (Sorta*)
Status: Incomplete
Though Ami was sorely tempted to tell Hayden that she wasn't one of his flunkies or assistants and that she didn't answer to him, she decided that it wasn't worth the effort. Without even a polite good-bye, she left the clone and Hayden in the control room, already tired of dealing with either one of them. She deposited the vials at the specimen lab along with instructions for the medical technicians to take care of the sample gathering.
"Also," Ami took back the electronic writing tablet as the technician reached for it and jotted a few more lines, "Whatever tests that Dr. Hayden has run on the samples need to be copied to myself and Dr. Jackson."
The technician blinked stupidly at her as though she were making some kind of joke. "Yes, er . . . Dr. Jackson."
"He has a penis, I have tits, it's not so hard to tell us apart. If that presents a difficutly for you perhaps we need to find you more suitable employment?" The words slipped off her tongue, quietly and smoothly, laced with honey, her smile was warm, but her eyes cold.
The technician licked his lips and took an involuntary step backwards. "Yes, yes ma'am. Yes, Dr. Jackson. I mean, no, Dr. Jackson. I mean –"
"We'll take care of this immediately, Dr. Jackson." A second technician stepped up, taking the tablet. His manner was professional and polished, although she sensed the mixed fear and curiosity bubbling beneath the surface. "Should we page you?"
"Yes."
Turning, Ami left the lab and made her way towards Daniel's private suite. Everyone employed by DHARMA in any considerable role had private quarters, the equivalent small bedrooms with private kitchenettes and what the Yanks referred to as a "half bath." Daniel's living quarters however went a long way to stating – and underlining and circling in bright red mark – his rank and importance among DHARMA. A penthouse like apartment located on one of the lower levels of the facility, accessible only by private elevator and one single, secured guarded stairwell.
Once, they'd been accessible via teleportation as well, but the energy barrier that he'd had created and installed solely for the purpose of trapping her had put an end to that. Ami was certain that there was a way around it; she simply hadn't taken the time to figure it out yet.
She stepped into the elevator, passing all of the usual checks: voice recognition, retinal scan, thumbprint scan and then the soft muted red and white lights that moved carefully over her body, initiating the DNA scan. Daniel was nothing if not paranoid and well rooted in his own self-preservation.
(We few, we happy few, we band of brothers,) Ami mused as the elevator began its descent. Very, very few had this open of access to Daniel's quarters. Most people had to be allowed entry by Daniel or be escorted by one of those who did have access. Not that being that high on the food chain mattered that much. Daniel neither had nor wanted many visitors.
The elevator opened to a spacious foyer with marble tiles and three stairs leading down into the living area. To the left was a wet bar, to the right one of those spacious "half baths." It only got more lavish from there, complete with large floor to ceiling windows with a rolling backdrop that depicted the outside temperature, weather conditions and time of day, completed with stimulated sunlight or moonlight where appropriate.
Ami stopped being impressed a long time ago.
"We were just talking about you," Daniel said before she'd even fully cleared the elevator.
The other part of the 'we' came roaring towards Ami like a freight train at full speed with a delighted cry of "Mummy!"
[OOC: *Open to anyone who can get into Daniel's quarters (which is probably all the au!dopplegangers)]
Where: AU!DHARMA Headquarters
When: Day 24
Invited: Open (Sorta*)
Status: Incomplete
Though Ami was sorely tempted to tell Hayden that she wasn't one of his flunkies or assistants and that she didn't answer to him, she decided that it wasn't worth the effort. Without even a polite good-bye, she left the clone and Hayden in the control room, already tired of dealing with either one of them. She deposited the vials at the specimen lab along with instructions for the medical technicians to take care of the sample gathering.
"Also," Ami took back the electronic writing tablet as the technician reached for it and jotted a few more lines, "Whatever tests that Dr. Hayden has run on the samples need to be copied to myself and Dr. Jackson."
The technician blinked stupidly at her as though she were making some kind of joke. "Yes, er . . . Dr. Jackson."
"He has a penis, I have tits, it's not so hard to tell us apart. If that presents a difficutly for you perhaps we need to find you more suitable employment?" The words slipped off her tongue, quietly and smoothly, laced with honey, her smile was warm, but her eyes cold.
The technician licked his lips and took an involuntary step backwards. "Yes, yes ma'am. Yes, Dr. Jackson. I mean, no, Dr. Jackson. I mean –"
"We'll take care of this immediately, Dr. Jackson." A second technician stepped up, taking the tablet. His manner was professional and polished, although she sensed the mixed fear and curiosity bubbling beneath the surface. "Should we page you?"
"Yes."
Turning, Ami left the lab and made her way towards Daniel's private suite. Everyone employed by DHARMA in any considerable role had private quarters, the equivalent small bedrooms with private kitchenettes and what the Yanks referred to as a "half bath." Daniel's living quarters however went a long way to stating – and underlining and circling in bright red mark – his rank and importance among DHARMA. A penthouse like apartment located on one of the lower levels of the facility, accessible only by private elevator and one single, secured guarded stairwell.
Once, they'd been accessible via teleportation as well, but the energy barrier that he'd had created and installed solely for the purpose of trapping her had put an end to that. Ami was certain that there was a way around it; she simply hadn't taken the time to figure it out yet.
She stepped into the elevator, passing all of the usual checks: voice recognition, retinal scan, thumbprint scan and then the soft muted red and white lights that moved carefully over her body, initiating the DNA scan. Daniel was nothing if not paranoid and well rooted in his own self-preservation.
(We few, we happy few, we band of brothers,) Ami mused as the elevator began its descent. Very, very few had this open of access to Daniel's quarters. Most people had to be allowed entry by Daniel or be escorted by one of those who did have access. Not that being that high on the food chain mattered that much. Daniel neither had nor wanted many visitors.
The elevator opened to a spacious foyer with marble tiles and three stairs leading down into the living area. To the left was a wet bar, to the right one of those spacious "half baths." It only got more lavish from there, complete with large floor to ceiling windows with a rolling backdrop that depicted the outside temperature, weather conditions and time of day, completed with stimulated sunlight or moonlight where appropriate.
Ami stopped being impressed a long time ago.
"We were just talking about you," Daniel said before she'd even fully cleared the elevator.
The other part of the 'we' came roaring towards Ami like a freight train at full speed with a delighted cry of "Mummy!"
[OOC: *Open to anyone who can get into Daniel's quarters (which is probably all the au!dopplegangers)]
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