Dr. harmer hated dealing with the social repercussions of such sticky situations. He was sure that the next Harmer christmas would not be the same. He loved Blaire dearly, but there came a limit. Putting his work and his friends in danger was something that Declan couldn’t deal with. Perhaps the best method was to face the problem head on and confront Adrian about it. Surely if he spoke with the boss, before Blaire did anything unforgivable, Declan might be pardoned. It wasn’t a solid plan, especially since Declan had no idea how Adrian would react. Declan had no problem with the man, but he wasn't exactly on friendly terms with the pompous genius.
A crack of stressed out knuckles popped through the hallway as Declan paced through the facility. He just needed to walk around a little bit before continuing with his studies... Or his life, really. And Blaire. God forbid that Declan stumbleupon Blaire, who would undoubtedly be chirping away with one of his co-workers, pretending to be their friend.
Declan swiftly turned and took the stairs to the floor where his personal office was. Perhaps he would find solace in the work he had there. Reaching his hologram projector Declan decided to continue with Project U.
A couple of weeks ago, while Declan was going through the 3D scans of the
Declan shuffled through his desk, trying to find a collection of felt tip markers. Once they were located he stripped the plastic covers, leaving them with just a rubber wrapping around the ink soaked felt. Dr. Harmer wasn’t afraid that Pandora would kill herself, but he always tried to err on the side of caution. The markers were a bit flimsy, but it was better than nothing. He also decided to bring some printer paper. Markers weren’t the best medium, as far as Declan could tell, but he didn’t have anything else. For himself, he grabbed his water bottle, a couple of pens, and his paperwork on a clipboard.
Taking the stairs, Declan descended into the depths of Plumeria. This would only be his third time visiting Pandora, and he had yet to actually enter her room. He spoke with her through a large glass wall, observing her, and making notes. Declan’s goal was to comprise a study of how patient treatment effects their disease, or in this case, their mutation. He wanted to prove to the facility that these patients were more than science experiments, that they were people and needed to treated as such.
Showing his badge to the security guards Declan approached the glass. Only the sound of the fading guard's footsteps were present when Dr. Harmer clicked the microphone on. “Pandora,” he lulled in his soft Irish accent, “I’ve something for you.”
“It’s a wonder that man is still breathing, the way he endlessly works.” Blaire commented. It was a silly thing for her to say, considering that she was actually pursuing two full time jobs. She was working and living in a world renowned facility while chipping away at all the dirty little secrets. Just thinking about her mission sent a shiver down her spine. Her cause and the way she was literally in the field for her writing was a triumphant feeling. Starting to eat her single (and regrettable) slice of bacon she fantasised about the day her Plumeria story would be published. All of her hard work would come to light and thousands of people would know her name. The fame and glory really were what kept her moving forward. If Blaire was writing for a cause that wouldn’t give her a name, she would have quit out of boredom by now.
“Say,” Blaire began cautiously, “what have you been working on lately, Victoria?” It wasn’t uncommon for the staff to converse about projects they were working on, especially if they were small and seemingly insignificant. Even so, Blaire thought that since they were under the same oath of confidentiality it wouldn’t harm them if they shared a couple stories here and there. “That is,” she took a casual drink of the water she had before continuing her sentence. “That is if you can tell me.”
A quirky smile grew on her face as her ears opened in anticipation.