Quantum Detective: Detecting The Impossible!

Funka Genocide · 02-03-2010, 02:59 PM

The calls started going out at precisely 6am. All members of Investigation Team 3 were to be assembled at the Headquarters Building by 8am.

The date is Monday, July 14th, 2113.

The time is currently 07:45.

Assembly room 7 has been made available to your team, fresh coffee, juices and a rather nice breakfast buffet have been set out by the Supply Department. The chairs are designer leather, arranged in two rows facing a large display, the sort that projects the holo-pict forward rather than upward for better color distinction.

The bustle of morning activity is starting to overtake the building. Shuffled footsteps and muted conversation are filling the hallways with a tangible feeling of productivity.

The smell of gourmet coffee permeates the air, and a sense of impending adventure comes with it.

...................................

Please post with your characters current disposition. Are they in the assembly room? Outside smoking? Just waking up with a hangover or stuck in traffic? Keep in mind that the management despises tardiness!

DanteFalcon · 02-03-2010, 04:19 PM

Benedaus was one of the first, if not the first, to the assembly room arriving by 7:52. He had a habit of showing up early though whether that was part of his work ethic or he did it so he could have some time to read was unclear. He showed up to the office by 8:00 am daily anyway in case meetings should happen at any point. Travelling took away from reading time.

As usual he had a plate of scrambled eggs and orange juice that he ate and sipped at absentmindedly while a history of the Civil War occupied his attention. He was wearing his casual clothing, the button-up white shirt as clean looking as ever. He may have been predictable but it was a good job for a scholar.

Bard The 5th LW · 02-03-2010, 05:27 PM

Alexander walked briskly into the meeting room, paying no heed to the others already there as he moved toward his seat. He usually made a point of showing up at exactly 7:55, but today the events had transpired to force him to show up 3 minutes earlier than normal. Alexander hated when things didn't happen the way he anticipated.

He walked in, and grabbed some toast and milk off of the breakfast table, but ignored the coffee. He didn't like caffiene, it made him a little twitchy and that wouldn't help if he had to remove a bullet from someone or put their arm in a sling.

Sitting in his chair, with a look of complete indifference towards his present colleagues, Alexander pressed on eating, had removed his medical pack and jacket and placed them in the corner, wearing just a red shirt under it. After finishing his small breakfast and putting on a pair of gloves, Alexander opened his pack and started checking off his items to be sure he had everything. He wanted to be prepared for anything, like a proffesional. If he didn't have the proper materials, what use would he be.

'Gauze: Check
Disinfectant:Check
Scalpel: Check
Painkillers: Check......'

He clearly didn't care about all of the uninjured people surrounding him at the moment.

Sithdarth · 02-03-2010, 09:45 PM

"Well good morning to you at least," came an unexpected voice. "I wasn't aware we'd forgotten basic manners in this century." Garret sat at the table no one seemed to remember when exactly he had come in. "Although I suppose its not your fault entirely I tend to blend into the background." Strictly speaking he wasn't annoyed with the lack greeting. He was annoyed with that goddamned 6am wake up call. Seriously they we're time traveling agents did it really matter what hour they left if they where going back in time. Couldn't they just despot the team when they needed to be regardless of the hour. One of these day's he'd have to find out who scheduled missions and have a word or two.

Naqel · 02-03-2010, 10:58 PM

Remigius was taking a shower after his early morning training session when the phone rang. He nearly killed himself in the process of running across his small apartment to pick it up, but made it just before the last signal.

He would show up at 7:50 AM, sipping an energy drink, which so happened to contain more caffeine than the actual coffee served at the office. He was wearing a slightly pale blue sweater and a pair of jeans, his dear auto-shotgun hanging on a strap on his right, with some ammo, and probably more energy drinks, in a one strap backpack hanging on the other shoulder.

Thanks to the fact that he always had an morning workout every day since becoming a quantum investigator, he wasn't really upset about the hour. The bump on the back of his head however was a separate issue, and constant rubbing of it combined with a slightly painful expression, made Remigius look like he was wondering what is he doing here.

Krylo · 02-04-2010, 04:26 PM

A plush leather chair, his own office, his trusty side arm on his desk, next to his flask of whiskey, of course, and a hysterical dame on the phone. This was the life of hard boiled private eye Jack O'Malley. At least if the lettering on his office door was to be believed.

He couldn't quite understand the words she was spewing into his ear, however. Something about a Maltese Falcon. It didn't really matter. Not really. He'd solve the case and get the girl, just like always.

Yes. Life was good.

It would be better if the Girl from Ipanema hadn't just started playing out of nowhere. 'Where was that blasted sound coming from?' he wondered as his office slowly faded away being replaced by the much less pleasant view of his pillow and a much clearer rendition of the song coming from his bedside phone.

"Urrrrgh..." he intoned unsteadily as his hand flopped about, finally finding the receiver and holding it to his head.

"Mr. O'Malley," the female voice on the other side pounded into his skull, every word a new lesson in pain as he buried his face back into his pillow in an attempt to make the room stay still for a few minutes.

"Mr. O'Malley?" it questioned once more, the words no less painful.

"Uuuughhh..." he responded with his characteristic stunning wit.

A slightly less painful sigh came through the retriever as the woman on the other side realized immediately what was happening. "Mr. O'Malley, you are requested at the office at 8am. Please attempt to shake off your hang over by then. Thank you."

"Mmmrgh," he responded confidently before hanging up the phone and slowly drawing himself out of his bed and placing one hand against the wall to steady himself to the bathroom.

It was 8:10 by the time he arrived, his fedora tipped low to keep the light out of his face, and his stubble even more pronounced than normal. He made his way almost immediately to the coffee, not even bothering to greet the other investigators as he quickly poured himself a cup, downing it almost instantly, followed by filling another before moving to the breakfast foods--attempting to find something nice and starchy, maybe a little greasy, to help battle back the pounding in his skull.

Arcanum · 02-05-2010, 01:39 PM

Viktor received the call on time, but after mumbling a few curses into his pillow he quickly fell back asleep. It wasn't until the constant buzzing of his alarm clock managed to wake him up that he noticed that it was 7:40. He had twenty minutes to get up, get ready, and make the ten minute drive to work. After fifteen or so minutes of panicked haste, and another fifteen minutes of yelling at traffic, Viktor entered the assembly room shortly after Jack.

His hair was still wet from his shower, and he grabbed a few napkins to try and towel himself off. He also helped himself to some coffee, eggs, and a piece of toast. He sat down at the table with Garret and began digging into his breakfast, managing a barely audible "Hello," between bites.

Dauntasa · 02-05-2010, 07:14 PM

Thomas had woken up at around 8 am, gotten up, and started his morning routine. He'd gotten about halfway through shaving when he took a quick glance at the clock. After a few choice profanities, he'd scrambled into his clothes and taken off out the door. He managed to drive the normal 30 minute drive to work in about 10 minutes through some rather inventive re-interpretations of some of the traffic laws and a complete disregard for the rest of them. He staggered into the meeting a good twenty minutes late, with mismatched socks and half a beard. After grabbing a glass of orange juice and a muffin, he slumped into a chair next to Viktor and started doing his best to pretend he'd been there the whole time.

Funka Genocide · 02-08-2010, 12:14 PM

At precisely 8:30am an elderly gentleman entered conference room 7. He wore an exquisitely tailored navy blue pinstripe suit with a crisply pressed white cotton shirt, the cuffs extending precisely one quarter of an inch beyond the cuff oh his blazer, a slight sparkle of multifaceted light glinting from the tiny diamonds in his cufflinks.

His hair was neat and short, greying at the sides. It was apparent he'd made no attempts to hide this, he wore his age as he wore his suit, which is to say with purpose and style. His face was cleanly shaven, its most distinguishing feature the nose which was straigt and pointed to an extreme. One might imagine that in his younger years he had the demeanor of a hawk, sharp piercing eyes picking out his prey. As age cursed his face with wrinkles he had begun to look more like some nefarious carrion bird, circling high above, waiting for that final sign of dying weakness before pouncing.

It was with stolid reserve and understated drama that he pounced on the unwary denizens of conference room 7.

"It is good to see you've all managed to arrive at a reasonable hour. If you'll all take a seat we can begin the mission inbrief." he spoke clearly.

As he took his place at the front of the room the holo-projector hummed to life and an image of several words was displayed.

Richard Hardley Chrono-resuscitation

Mission highlights, standards and guidelines.

As presented by Sir Elmond Gastoff

"Please do pay attention."

Krylo · 02-08-2010, 12:37 PM

Jack glanced over from the buffet table where he was finishing off a nice egg bagel sandwich thing, as 'the boss' entered the room stiff as a board. Not much different than normal, but it never did cease to irritate Jack. You couldn't trust people like that. No humanity to them. Like goddamn robots.

He swished down the last of his coffee just in time for the 'movie' to start. 'Chrono-Resuscitation'. "Great..." Jack mumbled under his breath as he headed to the chairs, looking for something comfortable near the back. "Hope it's not keeping some moron out of his car after a bender, again..." he muttered, shaking out his hand. It had been months ago now, but he still imagined feeling the after shocks of the impact with the man's chin when he thought about it. He couldn't, of course. It was all in his head.

Just like most other things would be in a minute.

Landing with a thud he swung down into a chair next to Garret. "Fill me in on the highlights when it's over, would ya?" he whispered to the unassuming gent to his left, before promptly closing his eyes and settling in for a nice nap.

"Damn holo-shows... waste of time," he muttered as he got comfortable.

02-03-2010, 02:59 PM	#1
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	Quantum Detective: Detecting The Impossible! The calls started going out at precisely 6am. All members of Investigation Team 3 were to be assembled at the Headquarters Building by 8am. The date is Monday, July 14th, 2113. The time is currently 07:45. Assembly room 7 has been made available to your team, fresh coffee, juices and a rather nice breakfast buffet have been set out by the Supply Department. The chairs are designer leather, arranged in two rows facing a large display, the sort that projects the holo-pict forward rather than upward for better color distinction. The bustle of morning activity is starting to overtake the building. Shuffled footsteps and muted conversation are filling the hallways with a tangible feeling of productivity. The smell of gourmet coffee permeates the air, and a sense of impending adventure comes with it. ................................... Please post with your characters current disposition. Are they in the assembly room? Outside smoking? Just waking up with a hangover or stuck in traffic? Keep in mind that the management despises tardiness!

02-03-2010, 05:27 PM	#3
Bard The 5th LW Feelin' Super! Join Date: May 2009 Posts: 4,191	There are more things in his back-pack aside from the items listed. Alexander walked briskly into the meeting room, paying no heed to the others already there as he moved toward his seat. He usually made a point of showing up at exactly 7:55, but today the events had transpired to force him to show up 3 minutes earlier than normal. Alexander hated when things didn't happen the way he anticipated. He walked in, and grabbed some toast and milk off of the breakfast table, but ignored the coffee. He didn't like caffiene, it made him a little twitchy and that wouldn't help if he had to remove a bullet from someone or put their arm in a sling. Sitting in his chair, with a look of complete indifference towards his present colleagues, Alexander pressed on eating, had removed his medical pack and jacket and placed them in the corner, wearing just a red shirt under it. After finishing his small breakfast and putting on a pair of gloves, Alexander opened his pack and started checking off his items to be sure he had everything. He wanted to be prepared for anything, like a proffesional. If he didn't have the proper materials, what use would he be. 'Gauze: Check Disinfectant:Check Scalpel: Check Painkillers: Check......' He clearly didn't care about all of the uninjured people surrounding him at the moment. Last edited by Bard The 5th LW; 02-03-2010 at 07:00 PM.

02-04-2010, 04:26 PM	#6
Krylo The Straightest Shota Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: It's a secret to everybody. Posts: 17,789	A plush leather chair, his own office, his trusty side arm on his desk, next to his flask of whiskey, of course, and a hysterical dame on the phone. This was the life of hard boiled private eye Jack O'Malley. At least if the lettering on his office door was to be believed. He couldn't quite understand the words she was spewing into his ear, however. Something about a Maltese Falcon. It didn't really matter. Not really. He'd solve the case and get the girl, just like always. Yes. Life was good. It would be better if the Girl from Ipanema hadn't just started playing out of nowhere. 'Where was that blasted sound coming from?' he wondered as his office slowly faded away being replaced by the much less pleasant view of his pillow and a much clearer rendition of the song coming from his bedside phone. "Urrrrgh..." he intoned unsteadily as his hand flopped about, finally finding the receiver and holding it to his head. "Mr. O'Malley," the female voice on the other side pounded into his skull, every word a new lesson in pain as he buried his face back into his pillow in an attempt to make the room stay still for a few minutes. "Mr. O'Malley?" it questioned once more, the words no less painful. "Uuuughhh..." he responded with his characteristic stunning wit. A slightly less painful sigh came through the retriever as the woman on the other side realized immediately what was happening. "Mr. O'Malley, you are requested at the office at 8am. Please attempt to shake off your hang over by then. Thank you." "Mmmrgh," he responded confidently before hanging up the phone and slowly drawing himself out of his bed and placing one hand against the wall to steady himself to the bathroom. It was 8:10 by the time he arrived, his fedora tipped low to keep the light out of his face, and his stubble even more pronounced than normal. He made his way almost immediately to the coffee, not even bothering to greet the other investigators as he quickly poured himself a cup, downing it almost instantly, followed by filling another before moving to the breakfast foods--attempting to find something nice and starchy, maybe a little greasy, to help battle back the pounding in his skull. __________________ I am very tired. Last edited by Krylo; 02-08-2010 at 11:54 AM.

02-05-2010, 01:39 PM	#7
Arcanum Strike the Earth! Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Canada Posts: 3,185	Viktor received the call on time, but after mumbling a few curses into his pillow he quickly fell back asleep. It wasn't until the constant buzzing of his alarm clock managed to wake him up that he noticed that it was 7:40. He had twenty minutes to get up, get ready, and make the ten minute drive to work. After fifteen or so minutes of panicked haste, and another fifteen minutes of yelling at traffic, Viktor entered the assembly room shortly after Jack. His hair was still wet from his shower, and he grabbed a few napkins to try and towel himself off. He also helped himself to some coffee, eggs, and a piece of toast. He sat down at the table with Garret and began digging into his breakfast, managing a barely audible "Hello," between bites. __________________ POS Almighty has spoken.

02-08-2010, 12:37 PM	#10
Krylo The Straightest Shota Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: It's a secret to everybody. Posts: 17,789	Jack glanced over from the buffet table where he was finishing off a nice egg bagel sandwich thing, as 'the boss' entered the room stiff as a board. Not much different than normal, but it never did cease to irritate Jack. You couldn't trust people like that. No humanity to them. Like goddamn robots. He swished down the last of his coffee just in time for the 'movie' to start. 'Chrono-Resuscitation'. "Great..." Jack mumbled under his breath as he headed to the chairs, looking for something comfortable near the back. "Hope it's not keeping some moron out of his car after a bender, again..." he muttered, shaking out his hand. It had been months ago now, but he still imagined feeling the after shocks of the impact with the man's chin when he thought about it. He couldn't, of course. It was all in his head. Just like most other things would be in a minute. Landing with a thud he swung down into a chair next to Garret. "Fill me in on the highlights when it's over, would ya?" he whispered to the unassuming gent to his left, before promptly closing his eyes and settling in for a nice nap. "Damn holo-shows... waste of time," he muttered as he got comfortable. __________________ I am very tired. Last edited by Krylo; 02-09-2010 at 03:18 PM.

02-03-2010, 04:19 PM	#2
DanteFalcon Birdy Bard Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Japanland Posts: 501	Benedaus was one of the first, if not the first, to the assembly room arriving by 7:52. He had a habit of showing up early though whether that was part of his work ethic or he did it so he could have some time to read was unclear. He showed up to the office by 8:00 am daily anyway in case meetings should happen at any point. Travelling took away from reading time. As usual he had a plate of scrambled eggs and orange juice that he ate and sipped at absentmindedly while a history of the Civil War occupied his attention. He was wearing his casual clothing, the button-up white shirt as clean looking as ever. He may have been predictable but it was a good job for a scholar.

02-03-2010, 09:45 PM	#4
Sithdarth Friendly Neighborhood Quantum Hobo Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Outside the M-brane look'n in Posts: 5,403	"Well good morning to you at least," came an unexpected voice. "I wasn't aware we'd forgotten basic manners in this century." Garret sat at the table no one seemed to remember when exactly he had come in. "Although I suppose its not your fault entirely I tend to blend into the background." Strictly speaking he wasn't annoyed with the lack greeting. He was annoyed with that goddamned 6am wake up call. Seriously they we're time traveling agents did it really matter what hour they left if they where going back in time. Couldn't they just despot the team when they needed to be regardless of the hour. One of these day's he'd have to find out who scheduled missions and have a word or two.

02-03-2010, 10:58 PM	#5
Naqel Jaywalker Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Wherever my ass happens to sit. Posts: 664	Remigius was taking a shower after his early morning training session when the phone rang. He nearly killed himself in the process of running across his small apartment to pick it up, but made it just before the last signal. He would show up at 7:50 AM, sipping an energy drink, which so happened to contain more caffeine than the actual coffee served at the office. He was wearing a slightly pale blue sweater and a pair of jeans, his dear auto-shotgun hanging on a strap on his right, with some ammo, and probably more energy drinks, in a one strap backpack hanging on the other shoulder. Thanks to the fact that he always had an morning workout every day since becoming a quantum investigator, he wasn't really upset about the hour. The bump on the back of his head however was a separate issue, and constant rubbing of it combined with a slightly painful expression, made Remigius look like he was wondering what is he doing here.

02-05-2010, 07:14 PM	#8
Dauntasa Goddamn Commie Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: Riding the Midnight Express to Slate City Posts: 492	Thomas had woken up at around 8 am, gotten up, and started his morning routine. He'd gotten about halfway through shaving when he took a quick glance at the clock. After a few choice profanities, he'd scrambled into his clothes and taken off out the door. He managed to drive the normal 30 minute drive to work in about 10 minutes through some rather inventive re-interpretations of some of the traffic laws and a complete disregard for the rest of them. He staggered into the meeting a good twenty minutes late, with mismatched socks and half a beard. After grabbing a glass of orange juice and a muffin, he slumped into a chair next to Viktor and started doing his best to pretend he'd been there the whole time.

02-08-2010, 12:14 PM	#9
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	At precisely 8:30am an elderly gentleman entered conference room 7. He wore an exquisitely tailored navy blue pinstripe suit with a crisply pressed white cotton shirt, the cuffs extending precisely one quarter of an inch beyond the cuff oh his blazer, a slight sparkle of multifaceted light glinting from the tiny diamonds in his cufflinks. His hair was neat and short, greying at the sides. It was apparent he'd made no attempts to hide this, he wore his age as he wore his suit, which is to say with purpose and style. His face was cleanly shaven, its most distinguishing feature the nose which was straigt and pointed to an extreme. One might imagine that in his younger years he had the demeanor of a hawk, sharp piercing eyes picking out his prey. As age cursed his face with wrinkles he had begun to look more like some nefarious carrion bird, circling high above, waiting for that final sign of dying weakness before pouncing. It was with stolid reserve and understated drama that he pounced on the unwary denizens of conference room 7. "It is good to see you've all managed to arrive at a reasonable hour. If you'll all take a seat we can begin the mission inbrief." he spoke clearly. As he took his place at the front of the room the holo-projector hummed to life and an image of several words was displayed. Richard Hardley Chrono-resuscitation Mission highlights, standards and guidelines. As presented by Sir Elmond Gastoff "Please do pay attention."