Kato 'Kat' Nakamura's Story

Morning shifted had started.

When it did, the twenty technicians on the live subject floors started the day shift.

Live subject techies, being incontact with subjects, were expected to take hygiene extremely seriously, and upon arrival reported to the prep rooms, changed out of their street clothes, showered, and changed into sterile garments. That was the official purpose of that period. What it tended to be mostly used for however, was for the techs to gossip among themselves.

"Told you tentacle girl was a ticking time bomb." Marcia the medication tech remarked as she dried her rough blonde hair out and took the uniform from the dispenser.
"You should see all the pills that one takes, like a bad of M&Ms. I swear to god."

"Poor Steve though..." Bridgit the hygiene tech muttered as she slipped her shoes on.

"Pff, Robinson was a dick. Tried to grab my ass at the Christmas party. Won't miss the guy. Still, it's pretty gross. Why I hate working lower floors. Wish they didn't make us cover both. For once I'd like a job I don't have to take a stun gun to." Marcia stated, pulling on the set of scrubs with the logo imprinted on the front.
"Even the well-behaved ones'll turn on you like that....unless you're Miss Freak-Whisperer, huh Kat?"

At the sound of her name, the young woman peered round the side of the decontamination shower, pulling a towel round her and stepping out, dyed hair dripping with water and mild disinfectant that was making her eyes sting.
"Yeah Marcia, it's all my weird Pied Piper powers at work." she chuckled, snatching the hair drier from the other technician and making her way to the mirror.
"And I didn't see that one coming. Some of the stuff recently has been kinda....out of the blue.... must be the phase of the moon or 'summit."

Kat was known among the other techs as being good with test subjects, or at least with ones that normally defied the normal expectations on how a person should act. She was not cleared for dealing with high security cases, so hadn't had much to do with the 'real psychos' as Marcia would so tactfully put it, but it didn't mean that her job was a completely safe one. Nor was it the most pleasant. Kat had certainly seen some things whilst helping out in procedures, things she wouldn't care to try and explain, but, coming from the family she did, she was not easily rattled, and had always handled things in a pretty laid-back way. That was key to a lot of these things. Keeping your cool and being in control of the situation, also, knowing what set different subjects off. That was a BIG part of making the day easier. Everyone had SOMETHING and it was just a matter of keeping track.

Kat dried off, pulled on her uniform, and clipped a standard issue stunner to her belt beside her communicator, and tied her hair into a slightly untidy up=do. ID clipped, gloves on, and it was time to start her rounds on the Upper Floor. Upper was invariably preferable to start with as she had less chance of having to get blood or bile off her shirt after two subjects and at least it'd have meant that the Lower bunch would've taken their meds before she got down and had to deal with any incidents.

Stepping out of the changing room with the other girls and swiping her hand across the clock device (they'd stopped using their IDs to sign in after one of the researchers had realized one of the techs hadn't been in for two weeks and had just been having his buddy scan his card every day) Kat took her form which showed her rounds for the day, the duties required, and any passive-aggressive notes left by the research staff in the progress. Just another day in the wonderful employ of Paragon Inc.