stringmods: (Sciency Stuff)
Destiny Strings Mods ([personal profile] stringmods) wrote in [community profile] destinystrings2012-11-05 01:41 am

The Science Research Institute [Semi-Closed, see note]

Who: Anyone who Ideo recommended go work with the Wise Men.
Where: Gemini's Molecular Anomalies Gnosis Institute
Summary: After Ideo recommends a few people to go work with the Wise Men, they get to see the strange inner workings of their research. Good times and perhaps science is had by all.
Warnings: SCIENCE
Note: You can still go get a job by talking to Ideo or replying to the Job Posting. (OOC - you can also always talk to me and arrange it.)

The building had no markings or a fancy sign. For all intent and purposes it looked like an unmarked building in a row of similar brethren. Most civilians would pass by without knowing anything was particularly unique about it. After all, the best place for hiding was right in plain view. Two-sided windows which mean you couldn't quite see what was inside, the building itself rose about six stories high and had a single door, located on the front.

Once inside, there was a man waited behind a desk, blocking the pathway leading to what looked like a metallic door. The desk itself was without fanfare or much attention either; just a single computer, a small potted plant, a small stash of paper that looked like it was never used and a ground-line telephone that was almost laughable in the age of COMP systems. He was dressed in a suit; as with most typical Japanese businessmen. The strange black bumps on the ceiling were undoubtedly hiding cameras, making it impossible to know what they were looking at.

Once someone got in, he looked up at them, his face perfectly neutral, voice gruff and demanding an answer as soon as possible.

"Name?"
greatseal: (pointing out)

[personal profile] greatseal 2012-11-06 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Minako is doing her best to look confident and not at all intimidated by this giant building and the men in black suits. Which... she isn't, really. Uncertain would be a better term. Despite knowing that two good people work for this company, she still doesn't have the best opinion of companies that research Shadows and Personas. Who knows if there could be another Ikutsuki hiding in the ranks.

But, that's why she's here. To check things out and put together pieces on her own. Probably, there's nothing to worry about.

She smiles at the man. "Minako Arisato."
greatseal: (huh?)

[personal profile] greatseal 2012-11-06 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Okay... that was pretty strange. She's not sure what the man's Persona was looking for, exactly, but either way, she heads to the door once it's indicated.

"Thank you!"
greatseal: (deep pondering)

[personal profile] greatseal 2012-11-06 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Yes
Yes
> Yes

She's already in the building, why would she suddenly turn back now? It's not like this is the room before a boss fight in a RPG!

She boldly accepts opens the door and steps inside.
greatseal: (well...)

[personal profile] greatseal 2012-11-06 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
To be honest... this kind of excessive security is really not that surprising, knowing that Mr. Kirijo is one of the higher-ups. The guys in the combat gear give off the same intimidating aura as his subordinates back home had... well, with more guns.

Minako ignores the men and steps directly into the elevator. If she doesn't listen to the recorded voice's suggestion immediately, she definitely does as soon as the 'elevator' begins to plummet. She ends up flattened against the wall, clinging to the metal railing with both hands.
greatseal: (sheepish)

[personal profile] greatseal 2012-11-06 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
More like a lot overkill. Minako only hears about half of what the woman says because she's still trying to recover from that trip.

"Ah... yeah! Let's start the tour..." Did that recording really mean they are a hundred floors underground... is it even possible to build a basement down that far?!

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ghost_shield: (It's too early for this.)

[personal profile] ghost_shield 2012-11-06 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
He rubs the back of his neck, feeling a little awkward. "Um, Nicholas Reeve. I'm here to set up a book of business as far as freelancing for research?" he asks, a little unsure if he's in the right place.
ghost_shield: (What's that behind you?!)

[personal profile] ghost_shield 2012-11-06 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
He yelps, raising his arms as quickly as he can. Unarmed! UNARMED! Thankfully, the security seems to confirm that, and he's pointed the way. "U...uh, thanks," he stammers, moving as quickly as he can towards the door while keeping a very, VERY careful eye on that Persona. He doesn't want to know what would've happened if he'd failed the check.

ghost_shield: (Default)

[personal profile] ghost_shield 2012-11-07 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Is there really any question? Business is business. And he wants to hear the ghost situation in greater detail.

>YES
ghost_shield: (What's that behind you?!)

[personal profile] ghost_shield 2012-11-07 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Guys, you might need to check your elevator. It seems to be emitting a high-pitched scream -- oh wait, never mind, that's just Nick, holding onto the metallic bars for dear life. There was a reason he avoided these sorts of rides like the plague!

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otakuro: (Embarrassed)

[personal profile] otakuro 2012-11-07 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Whenever Atsuro receives his directions, he'll set off to find the building the next day, half-wondering why it is he's never noticed a major research facility in the city before. An 'ah' of comprehension escapes him as he stares up at the totally nondescript entrance.

He steps through the doors and tries not to look like he's ready to run in the opposite direction.

"...Atsuro Kihara. I... sent in my information earlier."
otakuro: (Surprise)

[personal profile] otakuro 2012-11-07 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Atsuro has both arms half-raised with his hands somewhere by his head. They had frozen in that position when the Cyclops appeared without warning.

"That... could have used some advance warning."

It looked like they weren't in for fun and games over here. Atsuro slowly follows the man in through the door.
otakuro: (Drink)

[personal profile] otakuro 2012-11-07 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
But most likely not.

Atsuro steps in front of the doorway and pauses for a brief moment, glancing back towards the man who was now pretending to shuffle papers around on the desk. Obviously, he was expected to descend by himself...

It isn't a matter of whether or not he trusts these people - he does, or at least, enough that he's certain they weren't going to beat him up and take his pocket change or anything along those lines. It's simply that the situation is a bit... off-putting. His time in Hinoto-Ri had largely been fun and games; even the events of the previous week had been something he had at least gone through before.

A job interview was more of an unknown at this point.

With a soft shrug to himself, Atsuro steps forward through the door.
otakuro: (Surprise)

[personal profile] otakuro 2012-11-07 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Atsuro starts slightly when he sees the men in combat fatigues on the other side of the door, briefly considering if it was too late to run away. ...Nah, he had some dignity to maintain. Keeping his composure, he slowly steps forward down the hallway (his footsteps were awkwardly loud...) and approaches, though his darting eyes betray his nervousness.

He's thankful they don't follow him into the elevator, anyway. He would prefer that no one sees his ungainly wobble and crash to the floor as the elevator plummets.

The doors open onto a boy sprawled on the floor. Hopefully no one was right outside.

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