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((Interesting, I suppose I'll be an experiment.))


*In a locked room, just down the hall of where 'Mr. Smith' was kept, shadowy figure was foating dormant in a similar blue goo.~ His hair was blonde and a little past his back, his eyes closed, and he wore no helmet. ~ seemingly forgotten through the recent happenings of 'Mr. Smith', he was still alive in that tank, awaiting something.

*Breathing heavily, he uttered the few and simple words:*"Soon...I will...be out of...here..." And with that he went back into a light slumber.


((Get this RP moving again! gonk ))

((Gah, you didn't fix it X.x Oh, well.))

As Joanna left the room, it was easy enough to tell that her cool reserve was back in place by the set of her shoulders and the tilt of her chin. Dr. Harris was probably right, and she'd used up enough time already today. Not wasted though.

When the doors slid closed behind her and she reset the locks and the passcodes, Joanna felt a little guilty for leaving him behind like that. He never got much time out of that tank, and no time outside at all, though that was to be expected all things concidered. But she couldn't shake the feeling...

"Maybe I should just do my job," she muttered irritably to herself, boots clicking on the tile floor as she marched down the hallway.

Wait, what was this door? She hadn't been here in a while, and it looked like no one else had, either. Though she really should be back in her department, the doctor unlocked the door and let herself into the dimly lit room.

Softly, she apologized to the man who was in the tank, both for his undignified holdings as well as the lack of attention. The computer on the far wall confirmed her suspicions, and not expecting a response for her apology, she began looking over the paperwork.

Shuffling through his papers as well as the files on the computer had been fruitless, and Joanna was about to give up when some of the monitors started bleeping for her attention. Turning to them, she said, "Oh, you're awake," very softly.

Grabbing her clip board and pushing her glasses up on her nose, Joanna moved to stand in front of the tank. Dare she take the same risk with this subject as she had with the other? She wasn't as daring as Dr. Naname, as she had been told by Dr. Harris, and she didn't have another doctor vouching for the subject.

Deciding against releasing him to walk around the room, Joanna clicked the button on the side which would drain the 'blue goo' out of the tank, but leaving it still tightly sealed and secure.

"Good morning," she greeted him, stepping back from the enclosure.

'Mr. Smith' looked around, blinking a few times, tilting his head to the side. "Well...It is roomy..." He shrugged and walked around, sitting down onto the bed. "Thank you, Dr. Naname.." He looked up at her with a small smile, walking over to the end of the wall where she was, running his hand through his hair. "Dr. Castle...She was nice...She's pretty too...But you're pretty too!" He said quickly, rubbing the back of your head. "Didn't want you to feel left out..." He grinned and began to unhook himself from his cables and whatnot. "Does this mean I can sneak into your place if I have nightmares?" He grinned more with a wink, rubbing at his arm. "Gaaah...Damn needles..Always leave that weird feeling after..." His crimson eyes looked around the room again, shrugging. "Does it always have to be clear?" He mummbled, looking down at the tub, then at Naname. "What, no hot tub?"

((Since there is no computer of all knowledgefulness IRL, what are you in for?))

"My name is Dr. Joanna Castle," she told the man in the tank. Meeting his gaze, she continued. "And I've come because you've been neglected, and I apologize. What is your name?"

What disturbed her most is that even the computer didnt' seem to know much about this man. Hopefully she would be able to answer some of her questions with a little chat, and get the ball rolling again for the patient.

That was incredibly...not helpful, Joanna thought to herself. At least, unhelpfull in the aspect of getting the project started again. But as far as letting him out...

He seemed sincere enough, and surely it wouldn't be fair to let Mr. Smith have all of the luxuries, if you could call them that.

"Mr. Felix," Joanna said after a moment, "if I agree to let you out of the tank, there are a couple of rules that you must be certain of. The first and foremost is that you must cooperate, with the thought in mind that the only person able to open these doors is me." Basically, if something happens and I am unable to open these doors... But she didn't want to think about that.

"Cooperating incudes answering a few questions," she clarified, "and the sooner we get those taken care of, the sooner we can determine the duration of your stay."

Joanna remained silent as she waited for an answer, and when she finally got one, a frowned crossed her face. First because he would not let someone out who she thought had a temper, secondly because...well, she had a sense of humor, but it was hard to find sometimes, especially while she's working.

Managing to rid her face of the furrowed brows in place of her regular almost blank expression, the doctor nodded at Felix.

"Agreed," she told him. At least for today there would be no sharp objects involved. Stepping back, she locked down the door and the computer, that they would not respond to anyones voice but her own, as well as with the passcode. Once that was done, she pressed "the big red button" (yes, it was red) that would release the pressure of the enclosure and open the top.

As Kylin had done before, she managed to find a towel that she could give Felix to help with the remaining blue gue. Quietly, she took it and stood over at the tank and waited for him to exit.