Back to the blank crisp white walls of Bates. He was starting to get more used to those surroundings, even if he wasn't of the scientific mind most of those taking jobs here might have. Though Bjorn did like playing with the drones from Famine last time...
Once again it seemed that position was available, and so he signed up for it and went to change. It was easier knowing the guinea pigs used were treated properly - animals deserved more respect than humans or hunters after all, especially if they were to be sacrificed for the sake of progress.
Speak of the devil: he had a guinea pig up for grabs this time. Nodding as his instructor rapid fired steps, he helped concoct and administer what looked like cloudy blue acid into the animal. Compared to the other stations with lingering odors, he knew he was lucky. Their reading were strange, and for a moment Bjorn wasn't sure it had entirely been a success. Then the needles skewed heavily in one direction, and the horseman he was with nodded sagely and complimented him for his work.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Crossroads
This is Halloween Crossroads
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