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Dr Dominic Wyatt PhD,
Head of Cryogenics at Aperture Science

@adelescience (con’t from ask)

adelescience:

doctorwyatt:

adelescience:

doctorwyatt:

adelescience:

 

"It’s a buffet style setup. Bit of everything. You get three meals a day, breakfast is continental."

"Great! Well, where to first?"

"First," he says as they stop at an elevator. "This elevator. Then, another elevator and some hallways, and then an overpass to the Employee Registration Centre." he pushes the button for the elevator.

"Wow! That’s a lot of elevators! So.. what do you think I have to look forward to as far as the ‘daily routine’ goes here at Aperture?" 

Taking a deep breath as the elevator arrives, Wyatt steps in and begins to explain.

"If you’re living on site, wake up, eat, work, eat, work, eat, work, sleep. Sometimes you can forget about the sleep bit."

"Wow! That doesn’t sound all that.. pleasant, to be honest. That’s nothing like what the online brochure said!" She steps into the elevator quickly.

Wyatt pushes a button and the doors slide close.

"It’s all paperwork all the time, you get used to it I guess."

Mail Order Wyatt (@stockholmmoney)

stockholmmoney:

doctorwyatt:

stockholmmoney:

Xavier slammed against the door. “Try again.” 

The sudden impact on the door evoked a high pitched scream from Wyatt.

"U- Uhm. A human trafficker?"

"Pretty sure the 405 was clear all the way, I had them take you during non-rush hours." He paused. "Forget your life prior to this because it’s all over. You now have nothing but me. I am your god an the only thing you have left. ” 

From far away, a higher male voice shouted “Xavier, soup’s ready!” 

"Now you have nothing for eleven minutes. Fifteen if there’s bread." 

Footsteps as he left, his sound’s descent indicating stairs. 

"I don’t. What? Don’t just leave me here!" Wyatt exclaims.

He stays seated on the floor as he hears the footsteps become softer. As soon as he thinks his captor is out of earshot, he gets to his feet and begins searching for a way out.

Mail Order Wyatt (@stockholmmoney)

stockholmmoney:

doctorwyatt:

stockholmmoney:

"Nahhhh, that’d ruin the immersion. Who do you think I am?" 

"A psychopath…" he muttered.

Xavier slammed against the door. “Try again.” 

The sudden impact on the door evoked a high pitched scream from Wyatt.

"U- Uhm. A human trafficker?"

Mail Order Wyatt (@stockholmmoney)

stockholmmoney:

doctorwyatt:

stockholmmoney:

"You don’t have a lawyer. You don’t have anything but me." 

"Well will you let me out of this damn room so I can see who you are?"

"Nahhhh, that’d ruin the immersion. Who do you think I am?" 

"A psychopath…" he muttered.

Mail Order Wyatt (@stockholmmoney)

stockholmmoney:

doctorwyatt:

stockholmmoney:

"I bought you, bitch. Your job is doing whatever the fuck I say. I’m your new boss, so says my certificate of purchase." 

"Who did you pay for me?" he said angrily. "You’ll be hearing from my lawyer!"

"You don’t have a lawyer. You don’t have anything but me." 

"Well will you let me out of this damn room so I can see who you are?"

Mail Order Wyatt (@stockholmmoney)

stockholmmoney:

doctorwyatt:

stockholmmoney:

"Fuck no. Why should I?" 

"Because…"

How the hell was he supposed to negotiate with someone who was clearly insane?

"Because this is illegal and a violation of company policy. Plus, I have a very important job I need to get back to immediately!"

"I bought you, bitch. Your job is doing whatever the fuck I say. I’m your new boss, so says my certificate of purchase." 

"Who did you pay for me?" he said angrily. "You’ll be hearing from my lawyer!"

Mail Order Wyatt (@stockholmmoney)

stockholmmoney:

doctorwyatt:

stockholmmoney:

"I fuckin’ can.” 

"Will you, then?"

"Fuck no. Why should I?" 

"Because…"

How the hell was he supposed to negotiate with someone who was clearly insane?

"Because this is illegal and a violation of company policy. Plus, I have a very important job I need to get back to immediately!"

Mail Order Wyatt (@stockholmmoney)

stockholmmoney:

doctorwyatt:

stockholmmoney:

"Then you’ve got nothing to worry about, retard." 

"Can. Can you let me out?"

"I fuckin’ can.” 

"Will you, then?"

@adelescience (con’t from ask)

adelescience:

doctorwyatt:

adelescience:

 

"It’s a buffet style setup. Bit of everything. You get three meals a day, breakfast is continental."

"Great! Well, where to first?"

"First," he says as they stop at an elevator. "This elevator. Then, another elevator and some hallways, and then an overpass to the Employee Registration Centre." he pushes the button for the elevator.

"Wow! That’s a lot of elevators! So.. what do you think I have to look forward to as far as the ‘daily routine’ goes here at Aperture?" 

Taking a deep breath as the elevator arrives, Wyatt steps in and begins to explain.

"If you’re living on site, wake up, eat, work, eat, work, eat, work, sleep. Sometimes you can forget about the sleep bit."

(( Wyatt doing nothing, as per usual. ))

@adelescience (con’t from ask)

adelescience:

 

"It’s a buffet style setup. Bit of everything. You get three meals a day, breakfast is continental."

"Great! Well, where to first?"

"First," he says as they stop at an elevator. "This elevator. Then, another elevator and some hallways, and then an overpass to the Employee Registration Centre." he pushes the button for the elevator.

cubewhisperer:

doctorwyatt:

cubewhisperer:

doctorwyatt:

The guards drag him down a few halls, and into a few elevators before arriving in the Detainment Complex. The roughly toss him into a small room with a toilet and a bed, and close the heavy door behind him. It locks with a thunk. A male computerized voice comes on in his cell.

Good afternoon Subject! Please prepare for Testing. Your Testing will begin in four hours.

He sat nervously on the edge of the bed, prepared to spend the next four hours trying to come up with a plan. He knew he wouldn’t be able to break out of the cell, but escaping the test chamber, or on the path to and from it, seemed like his best chance.

After about an hour, a slot slid open in the door, and a plate of bread and a cup of some blue-ish liquid slid through.

He gave the liquid a look, curious as to what exactly it was, but didn’t eat any of it. He was suspicious enough of food in the safest situations; there was no way he was eating anything here.

Two and a half hours later, the liquid has already started to grow what appears to be mould. The door opens up. Doctor Wyatt stands on the other side holding a folded orange jumpsuit, looking more than a little annoyed.

"Put this on. You’re starting in half an hour. Apparently I’m responsible for you now."

@adelescience (con’t from ask)

adelescience:

"All part of the job." Wyatt says bluntly, starting down the plain hallway lit by harsh fluorescent tubes. "We’ll get you an ID badge, cafeteria card, server login, and then I’ll show you to where you’ll be working."

"Great! Thanks, Dr. Wyatt! Speaking of, what kind of food do they serve in the cafeteria? I’m feeling a bit peckish! I could go for a nice salad.." She says as she walks along beside him, her kitten heels tapping rhythmically on the linoleum floor. 

"It’s a buffet style setup. Bit of everything. You get three meals a day, breakfast is continental."

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Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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