Science Is King

Science dictates lives: what you do, where you live, who you marry. It takes care of you, covers your bills, keeps you healthy, and all it asks in return is that you participate in a few experiments. Ridgeway has always been a control group, left mostly alone, but the Department of Science has been moving in, and everything is about to change.

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 Lurking in the dark, Dallas & Isidora (Dissy?)
Isidora Knox
 Posted: Apr 2 2018, 03:16 PM
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Occupation // Coroner

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Isidora had been without a husband for a year now. That was the timeframe according to her, at least. According to others it had been 2 and a half years, since Cayden had been comatosed for the last 18 months of their marriage. Either way, she knew it wouldn't be long before she would get a new partner - especially since she hadn't produced any children yet and was still at a childbearing age. So she hadn't been particularly surprised when the envelope arrived. Annoyed and frustrated, yes, but not surprised. For the first couple of days, she had pushed the envelope aside, at one point even hiding it under a stack of magazines, figuring out of sight meant out of mind. But her mind didn't work that way, so instead of forgetting about it she started growing curious. Whoever was hiding in that file was going to be her new husband, so a little curiosity seamed reasonable enough, and eventually it won the battle against her stubborn skepticism.

Dallas Clark was not the kind of partner she had expected. They were of the same merit, and they both had decent jobs, but still he seemed off to her. He was too young, too handsome, to be married off to her. Cayden had been significantly older than her, and tall but otherwise a very average looking man. Dallas was not that, which surprised her. Perhaps the hope was that a younger husband would entice her, make her reckless. They were wasting their energy, and frankly they were wasting an excellent set of genes as well, partnering her up with someone who would certainly be very successful in child-creating endeavors with anybody else. But since they were insisting on forcing somebody upon her, she didn't mind having something pretty to look at while reluctantly sharing the same roof.

She had also been quite skeptical about meeting with Dallas, but refusing just seemed sort of foolish. So instead she had decided to do it somewhere familiar, a place that she felt comfortable, and where she would have an easy out should she need it - the hospital during her lunch break. Luckily Dallas had agreed, so now she was standing just inside the main entrance, keeping an eye out for him. She hadn't decided if they'd grab lunch at the hospital cafeteria, or perhaps simply find a corner to sit and chat in, but she figured they'd find a way to make the time pass.


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Dallas Clark
 Posted: Apr 2 2018, 06:37 PM
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    Dallas’ first partnership had been nice, even though the end had been kind of rough and unfortunate. He had not really known what he wanted going into it but found himself pretty content with what he had gotten. They had some good times, and she hadn’t tried to encroach on his ‘turf’ trying to get herself all up in his business and digging into things she shouldn’t. For a guy like him, that seemed like about the best deal you could get. Of course, now going in to meet his second partner, he still had no idea what he really wanted; not really anyway. Did he want a deep, profound relationship full of love, care and compassion? Sure, he probably wouldn’t mind that. But was it likely? Not as far as he figured. After all, that kind of relationship did come with a lot of mandatory sharing and stuff, and left little privacy for personal projects, and he needed that kind of freedom. Then amicable roommates with possible added features might be more the right speed. What he did know though was that he wouldn’t care much for one of those hostile partnerships riddled with bickering and biting and getting on each other’s nerves. That just seemed like something one would get tired of really quickly. Though knowing himself, he would probably also not do great with one of those promiscuous types going all around town getting ‘busy’. Wow, really thinking about it, for a guy who had no idea what he wanted, he sure did have a lot of ‘would-rather-nots’. But he supposed that was pretty normal.

    He hadn’t really been sure what to do about the partnership notice. When he first noticed it in the mail, he had looked at it, naturally, his curiosity preventing him from anything else. But he hadn’t called her up. He had wanted to, a few times, but wasn’t sure if he wanted to. He didn’t know her, so maybe it would go perfectly, and they would get off without a hitch, maybe it would go horribly, and he would regret it? He had been pretty happy in his old partnership, but even that had ended up biting him in the ass in the end. If he waited just a few days, at least he wouldn’t regret it for that short time. It was still plenty of time to get together and get to know each other before the month was up and they had to go through with it, right? A month was a long time, after all. He might have ‘accidentally’ stumbled upon some of the data stored on her in the databases, but it wasn’t as if he had looked her up. That would just be crazy. All that hadn’t mattered in the end though, as she had decided to call him, after a while. Apparently, she had had similar concerns, or so he assumed anyway.

    She had asked for their meeting to be at her place of work, which suited Dallas just fine. Everyone seemed to meet up at a coffee place, café, restaurant or whatever, and it seemed… Trite, mundane. And if there was anything those two weren’t, it was mundane. Dallas wasn’t, anyway, and he had a feeling she might be the same. Though maybe it was just the unconventional career that did it, who could tell?

    He showed up at the hospital at the time she said her break would be and was happy to find her standing by the entrance waiting. If he had had to find her somehow in this place, he would be there all day. Even if he had a destination to search for, he assumed it would take him forever to track her down. She looked pretty much like her picture, so she wasn’t difficult to pick out from the small crowd.

    ”Isidora? Hi!” he said, walking up to her a hand outstretched in greeting. ”Unusual name… Pretty cool,” he said with a careful smile. He wasn’t sure if she would appreciate the sentiment or cut off his hand for daring making a comment on her name. Some people were weirdly sensitive about stuff like that. It hadn’t been meant as a bad thing though, so he hoped that would factor into her response; especially since he had no doubt she would have plenty of instruments to her disposal that could very well cut off his hand with ease - or whatever other body parts she might decide was a proper retribution.


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Isidora Knox
 Posted: Apr 5 2018, 03:06 PM
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Occupation // Coroner

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While waiting Isidora started to wonder if she should have worn her lab coat. She always wore it while working, of course, and typically she didn't take it off for lunch, but today she had decided to. It just seemed too stiff to be wearing it during her first encounter with her future husband, but now that she didn't have it she found herself missing the comfort and security that it provided. In a hospital, nothing signaled authority and confidence like a lab coat, and perhaps she could have used those signals in the meeting she was going into. But she had left it in the basement, which was where she resided, and even if she had wanted to go get it, it was too late, because just then she spotted a face she recognized from the file on her kitchen counter. She knew from the picture that he was a handsome man, but quite frankly it hadn't done him justice. So once again it struck her what a waste of genes it was to put them together, but of course she wasn't about to say it out loud. That would be an incredibly weird way to start of a marriage. So instead she put on her best polite smile, the one she wore with her colleagues when she had to deal with them, and shook his hand. She was a firm believer in a proper handshake, and she appreciated that he went that route. Some people were huggers - Isidora was not one of them.

"Hello. Thank you, I've been very happy with it", she replied with a hint of humor to her voice. She often came off as a very serious person, and in many ways she was, but a big part of that was also her job. Most people, when meeting a coroner or any other kind of person working with the deceased, expected someone solemn, humorless and grim. And while that did describe Isidora to some degree, she was also a lot more than that, and she was trying to let that shine through today. She didn't want her partner to look at her and see what was basically the grim reaper, which happened to be a phrase that Cayden had sometimes used to describe her when she was being extra dark.

She looked Dallas over a little, hoping to get a feeling of what kind of person he was, but her deductive skills fell short. She had never been great with the living, they were deceptive. Which was why she had discretely asked a favor of one of her coworkers, a police officer that she had gotten along with rather well in the past. She had just sort of mentioned her upcoming marriage and the guy's name, talked about the frustrations of going into something with only the information the government found essential, and she had been happy to discover that her coworker had picked up on her hints. So Dallas Clark had been looked up in the system, his name had been mentioned around the precinct, and the information had been brought back to Isidora's basement. Nothing much to report was generally a good thing, but it also meant that she wouldn't be getting any clues about him from that angle. So what was left? Talking to him. Actually trying to get to know him. The option that took the most effort.


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Dallas Clark
 Posted: Apr 6 2018, 05:30 PM
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    Apparently, she had a sense of humor. That was obviously not something one would know from whatever the government found essential knowledge, but it was nice. Dallas supposed most people would rather be with someone who could take a joke or two, maybe dish one out once in a while rather than someone stuck-up and rigid. Though he guessed some people were like that or found it appealing. Personally, he didn’t have strong preferences in that department, it wasn’t like he could not live without cracking jokes all day, and he didn’t mind serious people whatsoever. After all, he took some aspects of his life very serious as well. But he was glad he wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells - not in that way, anyway.

    ”Well, that’s good - enough to worry about without being agitated anytime someone addresses you,” he remarked. He supposed going into the whole partnership process without any particular expectations or too high hopes had been a good call. It seemed to take some of the edge and stress off the whole thing. It might also help that he had done it before, meaning he knew what was what and how it all worked. Of course, it might also be partly contributed to his natural knack for acting. If people had actually known that a lot of his personality back in high school had been a façade they might have actually assigned him a career in acting. But of course, if you were a good enough actor, people would think it was your actual personality rather than an act, and then it naturally wouldn’t be acknowledged. Just as well though, as he would probably have hated that. It certainly wouldn’t have come in handy the way his current work did, he was sure.

    ”So, you have any plans, anything you like doing in your work-breaks? I’m sure you know this place better than I do,” he said with a casual smile. Sure, he had his biannual medial checkups and he might have had doctor or emergency room trip or two over the years, but the place was still somewhat foreign territory to him. She was sure to have a much better idea of where to go or what to do. And she might have some things she needed or wanted to do during the time-off she had available. After all, he was not looking to get in the way or keep her from things. He knew hospital workers sometimes tended to have a tight schedule, or so it seemed anyway.

    Even if her picture hadn’t been as up-to-date or representative, he would probably have noticed her anyway. Her outfit was fairly… remarkable, after all. It was a lot of black and dark, striking quite the contrast to all the white of the hospital. Not that he minded though; it looked nice, it suited her, and he had always been a fan of the unusual and unique.



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Isidora Knox
 Posted: Apr 7 2018, 05:58 PM
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Occupation // Coroner

Partner // Dallas Clark

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"Wouldn't that just be a drag?", she asked, more theoretically than genuinely. She did actually like her name, for the exact reason that Dallas had just mentioned. It was unusual. Growing up she had always stuck out, and quite frankly she still did, so it seemed fitting for her to have a name that did so too. Besides, she found it pretty and thought it suited her. Her surname though, that had been changed a couple of times. She had been both King and Gordon before becoming Knox, but that was the lot of the adopted child. Besides, it could have been worse. She could have been adopted again after the Gordon's died, then she would've had another one for the list. But for now she was Knox, as she had been for years, and so far it was her intention to stay that way. To her, a surname was indicative of belonging. She had belonged with the King's until they died, then she had belonged with the Gordon's until Cayden. She hadn't changed her name immediately after getting married, though. At first she still felt like a Gordon, but as the relationship progressed she had developed a feeling of belonging to and with her husband, so she changed it. And she still felt that way, so she wasn't about to become Isidora Clark any time soon.

"Normally I have lunch now, so if that works for you I wouldn't mind going with that", she replied with a slight nod. She wasn't sure where to eat, though. She had brought her own lunch, she always did, and normally she would eat it by herself in her quarters. Nobody ever came down there, so she was always left in peace which she found enjoyable. There was a problem, though - Dallas might not be too inclined to eating next to what was basically a human-sized freezer. People did sometimes find that uncomfortable. Or so she had been told. Personally she didn't care. Actually she perfectly matched up to the classic coroner character on tv, the kind who could eat in the middle of a procedure if they had to. And that would probably also be the plan if Dallas objected to lunch, since she couldn't postpone her work forever. On the other hand, nobody was there to monitor her, so if she took an extra long break it really didn't matter much.


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Dallas Clark
 Posted: Apr 7 2018, 06:30 PM
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    ”I imagine it would be, yes,” he chimed in, thankfully having never had to find out. In some circles, his name seemed odd or out of place, in others it seemed almost painfully mundane, but he had always been fairly content with it. Really, he probably hadn’t really given it much thought to be entirely honest. Now that he did though, he didn’t curse at his parents for now giving him a more or less interesting or strange name, so that was probably a pretty good sign. Of course, he had nothing to really compare to other than whatever people he met happened to be named. And while some of the more “out there” names sure could seem interesting or fun, he imagined some of the more extreme versions might be less fun if you had to carry it around every day of your life. But that was just a wild guess.

    ”Yeah, sure, sounds good! Besides, I’m sure your co-workers would like you well-fed and nourished, and I wouldn’t want to anger them,” he said in a lighthearted, playful tone. ”So, where do you like to do your lunch-breaks?” If she was the type to go off-site for her lunchbreak, that would be perfectly fine with him, though he also wouldn’t object to seeing some more of her workplace if she would rather just eat at the hospital. He would assume at least a number of the people working there did so. Again though, this was all based on his very limited and superficial knowledge of the inner workings of a hospital. After all, tv-shows, second-, third-, or even fifth-hand reports and what little he witnessed on his occasional visits was hardly enough to warrant calling himself any kind of expert. What he did know at least, or very strongly believed, anyway, was that at least as often as not, one could learn quite a bit about a person by the place they worked; whether through their interactions with colleagues, how they arranged their workspace, their body language as they moved around the place… or, as he would probably know better than most, how many hours were logged at their workplace compared to other places or the time logged by their immediate colleagues. But that was generally not common knowledge, so ordinarily one would probably not rely much on that. But of course, Dallas was no ordinary man, so he hardly could be expected to conform to those frameworks and limitations.



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Isidora Knox
 Posted: Apr 9 2018, 12:55 PM
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Age // 35

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Occupation // Coroner

Partner // Dallas Clark

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So far things seemed fine. They exchanged words rather than just looking at each other in awkward silence, and that was marked down in the positive column of the pro's and con's list in her mind. She had a habit of making those, often she would even write them down. It just made things much more tangible, accessible, and who didn't like that? She'd done one before contacting Dallas in the first place as well, and that one had been heavier on the positive side. So far her general impression of Dallas himself had more pluses than minuses as well, though that didn't say a whole lot considering that she had only known him for a total of five minutes. You didn't learn a whole lot in five minutes, or at least she didn't.

"That's probably a wise choice. I mean, they do have access to a lot of possible weapons", she remarked in a sort of dry humorous way that he would surely learn to recognize over time, seeing as it was basically her default setting. She wasn't one to make outright jokes or loudly laugh, but she had an undeniable sense of humor. Unfortunately it was often seen as dark, edging towards the disturbing, and not everybody was comfortable with it. So she was discretely keeping an eye on Dallas' reactions, curious to see if she'd have to censor herself around him. It wasn't something she enjoyed doing, but she was used to it, and after all she did want them to get along.

"Well, I typically eat in the basement where my work space is located, but there's also the option of the cafeteria up here. It's pretty decent", she replied with a nod towards the broad hallway to their right. She knew most of her coworkers ate there, and she had done so a couple of times herself. The food wasn't amazing, but it was perfectly fine, and there were plenty of tables so it shouldn't be a problem for them to find a place to sit.


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Dallas Clark
 Posted: Apr 9 2018, 06:37 PM
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    ”I imagine they do,” he agreed with an amused smile, briefly imagining all the items that might be found within the hospital that could potentially be weaponized. In just a few seconds the list was already long and far from complete. They also had handy lab coats or scrubs that could be easily taken off and washed and replaced; maybe doctors and other hospital staff were really the type of people to be mindful around? [/b]”I imagine they’re not squeamish either - otherwise it must be a challenge.”[/b]

    At first glance, Isidora had marked herself as different, unique and interesting, and she sure was holding it up so far. Dallas would probably not have started off a conversation or meeting by discussing weapons, blood and gore. But that, of course, was mainly a matter of fitting in and not as much as him being bothered by it. In fact, he had no issue with such topics whatsoever, but he had learned a long time ago that most people stuck up their noses at that or visibly found it odd or off-putting. And when you were very much focused on fitting in and not attracting too much unwarranted attention, those were the kinds of situations you learned to avoid. It seemed like he might have to reconsider his strategy with this one though. The thought seemed weird and backwards, but in a way it almost felt as if doing just that might actually be a better way of not sticking out when around her. Of course, whether it was because it really seemed like the best course of action or it only appeared so because he wanted acting more like himself to be the right way was impossible to know for sure in the moment. That was something he should probably think more on later, once this meeting was over. For now though, he would just keep his focus at this, then he could deal with the rest afterwards.

    ”Oh, well, I would love to see where you work,” he said, maybe a bit too eagerly, but he was sure she probably wouldn’t notice or think anything of it. After all, it would make sense for a person to want to get closer to their future partner by learning about their life, job and interests, right? ”If you’d prefer the cafeteria, that’s fine by me too though.”



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Isidora Knox
 Posted: Apr 10 2018, 02:34 PM
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Occupation // Coroner

Partner // Dallas Clark

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His response had her raising an eyebrow. She had not expected him to be so... Amused. He even took it further. So he wasn't easy to spook, that was definitely positive. If he had been that would have grown very annoying, not to mention being an extremely poor partnering choice. For someone to be married to a coroner, they'd have to be somewhat sturdy. And for them to married to this coroner, well, easily spooked would serve for a very difficult life.

"Not being squeamish is basically the first criteria for entering the building. If at first you don't pass, they'll make you clean operating rooms until you do", she smiled slightly, sporting a playful glimmer in her eyes. Now she was really determined to test him, figure out where his line was. Maybe they had actually managed to find her a spouse she couldn't freak out. That seemed unlikely, but she couldn't deny that the thought was uplifting. She had dreaded this day, and all the days that were to follow, the simple thought of repartnership leaving her wanting to jump off a cliff. But a hint of optimism was sneaking up on her. If nothing else, if she could come to not dislike this guy's company, maybe they could even have a little fun together. She wouldn't actively hate that.

And the surprises just kept coming with this guy. He actually wanted to see where she worked. She didn't remember bringing anybody down there who didn't have a work-related to reason. Not even Cayden had shown any interest in that. He didn't mind talking about her job, but actually going down there had been a bit too much. Not for Dallas, apparently. That was interesting.

"Alright. Basement it is", she nodded firmly and then turned on her heels, heading down a hallway. She didn't check to see if he was following her, she just assumed that he would keep up. "I brought enough food for two by the way, so I can feed you too", she said over her shoulder. She always liked to be prepared, and it wasn't exactly difficult to bring some extra lunch. That way, should things turn out exactly like they just had, they wouldn't have to go to the cafeteria first to buy him something to eat. It was actually sort of perfect, because now she didn't have to interact with her coworkers. She didn't have to introduce him to any of them, she didn't have to pretend she didn't notice the looks that they sent her. Most of them had been there long enough to remember Cayden, and she knew full well that they were just as skeptical about her being repartnered as she was. If not more, in some cases. So they would probably just feel bad for the guy. And now that was something she didn't have to deal with, at least not in front of him. Perfect.

She pushed open the door to a stairway, and for the first time she checked to make sure she hadn't lost him in the halls. The place was a labyrinth, so if he did get lost it could take forever for her to find him. She really wasn't in the mood for an unintentional game of hide and seek.


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Dallas Clark
 Posted: Apr 21 2018, 10:33 PM
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    ”In that case I’m glad I’m not,” he said, returning her smile in kind. ”Even if you weren’t bothered by the sight, I imagine it would be a very tedious job. Though probably about the only one in here I might be even slightly qualified for,” he added with a smirk. Sure, Dallas considered himself at least above average in a fair amounts of respects, and as for the technical side of things, few could probably keep up or surpass him. Still, in this place he was way out of his element and would likely not fare well. Besides, even if he didn’t think poorly of his own job whatsoever, a doctor - or coroner - still seemed a bit next-level. Certainly, a very impressive partner, formally speaking. Of course, Dallas was a bit more focused on what lay beneath, on the person. He was not exactly the ambitious or material type, so he had little use of a fancy job, whether his own or that of his spouse. So far she didn’t seem to disappoint on a personal level though, and when the bonus of a cool job landed in his lap anyway, he would be a fool to discard it. Of course, if Dallas had been assigned to cleaning operating rooms, a single item or two might ‘disappear’. Who would have even noticed, anyway? Unless they also had a Blade Counter working here somewhere. Wouldn’t surprise him in the least. Some of the jobs people were assigned did feel pretty trivial and pointless. Hell, maybe his was too. It depended on outlook, he supposed. He felt it was relevant enough, and if they actually used any of the daunting amounts of data running through their servers, he supposed it was. Though his job ended when the data stream did. Whatever that information was then used for afterwards was a bit beyond his paygrade. And he had never cared to dig deeper.

    Dallas responded with a decisive nod and followed along. He’d better let her lead the way. If he got derailed and somehow ended up on his own, he would be hopelessly lost, he was sure. ”Coming prepared - impressive. Is that something they teach you at med-school, or are you just this together and smart?” He supposed with her job she had to be pretty clever.

    He was actually not sure what to expect from where they were headed. For a guy who had seen a lot of dead bodies, he had never been in a place like it. He was sure it was probably not like in the movies, those things never were, were they? Though maybe, who knew. He was sure looking forward to it anyway. He was pretty certain it must be much more interesting than his own place of work. He couldn’t imagine anyone would want to see that, unless they really had an interest in computing. For the vast majority, however, he was sure it would be boring as sin.

    Dallas couldn’t help but smile a bit when he saw the door to the stairway pushed open. It was actually in the basement? Of course, it was - that was just perfect. It made sense though, as he supposed it was a priority in a place like this to best use the space available. And if a patient was flatlining, they wouldn’t have time to get them from the top floor to the basement. Isidora’s patients, for fairly obvious reasons, were generally dead and in no rush. And if they weren’t, he supposed they were none too eager to get to her table. Now he was wondering if that actually happened. You saw the movies or read the books or heard the horror stories, but no-one actually knew anyone it had happened to. So he was guessing not. It was an amusing thought though; a man waking up on her table, about to be cut open or with his intestines hanging out, screaming his lungs out - almost literally. Now that was a live-show worth purchasing a ticket for. Okay, a bit dark maybe, but it wasn’t real, after all.



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Isidora Knox
 Posted: Apr 29 2018, 12:59 PM
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Judging by his words, the way he focused on the tedious aspect of mopping a bloody floor, had Isidora assuming that the sight of blood didn't bother him. But she had to wonder why. Most people would at least flinch at the prospect, unless of course they were used to something like that. But in Dallas' line of work it wasn't likely that he'd seen a lot of blood pools. Maybe he'd witnessed something once that hardened him? Or maybe he just wasn't squeamish. She had no way of knowing, but she couldn't deny being a little curious. Maybe he had some big, life changing catastrophe in his past. God knew she wasn't a stranger to that. Maybe that was why they'd been chosen for each other - so they wouldn't burden others with their checkered past. Or maybe they were simply just genetically compatible. There didn't have to be more to it than that, after all.

A lot of maybes today, she realized. Normally she operated with certainties. If she didn't have them right away, she found them. She wasn't much for guessing. Unfortunately, when it came to Dallas, all she really had to go on was guesswork. For now. Soon they'd be living under the same roof, and while she wasn't cheering for the day that happened, it would give her plenty of opportunities to poke around in his life and find out what kind of person she was dealing with. She could dissect his life the way she did her patients, and maybe she would find her answers. She had a knack for that.

"Oh, I'm a very impressive person. You'll see", she smirked. Being prepared was part of her personality. She didn't like surprises, didn't like being caught off guard. She was used to preparing for every scenario she could think of, just in case. It was time-consuming and occasionally very boring, but it was always better than the alternative. Isidora wasn't a woman to go anywhere or do anything without first making a plan. Even for rather unlikely scenarios she had backup plans for her backup plans. Like a zombie apocalypse. She had enough medical knowledge and common sense to not actually expect that to happen, but she had also seen too many horror movies to not consider the possibility. So if some day the civilized world came to an end, she was ready.

Satisfied to see that Dallas was following along the way he was supposed to, she headed down the stairs. She had never questioned why the morgue was located in the basement. It seemed perfectly sensible to have a place like that out of the way. After all you didn't want regular hospital patrons walking in unannounced. That would be a potential disaster. But on the other hand it was also rather practical to have it in the hospital building, so the stiffs didn't need to be transported. The cops sometimes complained that she wasn't with them so they didn't have to come running all the time, but seeing as she mostly informed them over the phone she didn't see a problem. Really they were just being dramatic. People had a tendency towards that.


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 Posted: Apr 30 2018, 06:29 PM
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    Dallas was still getting familiarized with Isidora, so he was yet to learn what made her tick and where her interests and limits lie. Her tells were also still a mystery to him, so properly reading her was still quite the challenge. He did, however, try to decipher her body language and demeanor to figure out if he was hitting the right marks. She didn’t seem deterred by the ‘darker’ turns their conversation occasionally took - as far as most people would likely have described it anyway - so he figured it was probably a fairly safe bet. Of course, he should still be careful not to stray too far in that direction, even people working with death daily likely having their limits; and either way, he himself was supposedly not as comfortable around dead things. Her face or posture left no indication that anything was amiss, so presumably she was not suspicious or wary. He took that as a good sign for now.

    ”I bet you are - and so far you’re not disappointing.” Whether the partnership would work out was impossible to tell. It might still very well turn out to be the most obnoxious thing to happen to him. But at least she so far didn’t seem boring. And she was clearly of sharp intellect, so at the very least they could probably have some meaningful conversations. Just her job alone should make for some potential conversational cues should they ever grow stale. So worst-case scenario, they would at least not have to live in silence even if they failed to find common footing. Best case? Well, that was still to be determined.

    If just generally being prepared was a part of her personality, that suited Dallas just fine. To some, it would probably end up getting on their nerves in time. He didn’t really blame them, some just preferred living life a bit looser. He was pretty organized himself though, so having someone else around who was the same might just be a good thing - might even keep them both from driving the other insane by seeming obsessive from contrast. Of course, sometimes some differences could be good, too. But he was sure they would probably have plenty of differences to help balances each other out that would be revealed in time. He could at least think of a few things off the top of his head that might set them apart a bit.

    ”How do you like it here then? You seem pretty happy with your job?” Of course his question could be taken in any which way. It could be her feelings about the work she did, working at the hospital itself or maybe even her specific location down below. Really, it was probably a bit of all. Or whatever she was feeling up for talking about. While he wasn’t stuck in a basement - though he would occasionally be required to venture down - he could somewhat relate. His workstation could feel a bit basementey as well, even if it might be more of a feeling than an actuality. Few, other than the techs, generally bothered to come by, and the combination of heat generated from the many machines and cooling systems made for a sometimes strange feeling atmosphere, not lessened by the technicians working all day in close proximity and a shut-in room.



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 Posted: May 11 2018, 05:12 PM
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She let his comment about not being disappointing pass without reply. She didn't know exactly what to say about that, so she saw it better to say nothing at all. That was her way, most of the time, and it worked. At least in her opinion it did - sometimes the other party found her incredibly frustrating, but she didn't care much about that. If people wanted to small talk they could find somebody else to do it with, and everybody would be perfectly happy. Of course today she was trying to set her brain into small talk mode, so her and Dallas wouldn't be spending their meeting in awkward silence, but it was a tad more difficult than she had anticipated. It would seem she had allowed herself to get out of practice.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and a heavy-set door that she pushed open by leaning her weight against it. That method wasn't strictly necessary, she could have opened it normally had she been inclined to, but she was just so used to carrying things in her hands that leaning against it had become a habit. On the other side lie her domain - a sizable area divided into four rooms. The first they stepped into was occupied by a couple of high-tech machines for scanning and cataloging evidence, along with a row of chairs along the wall to their left. It was always good to have somewhere for the cops to wait if they insisted on showing up in person, or for relatives to sit while they gathered themselves either before or after having identified the deceased. Generally that wasn't necessary, given the microchips, but occasionally the information would be damaged or irretrievable, in which case they had to figure it out the old fashioned way. Isidora wasn't a big fan of that, so she appreciated the fact that it was a rare occurrence.

Two doors led out of the entrance room, both were double doors and both were left open. To the left was the autopsy room. It was clinically clean, with a tile floor and stainless steel appliances. The middle was occupied by the autopsy table, the right hand wall had storage and cleaning facilities for the various tools, while the left hand wall was occupied by what was essentially human-sized drawers. There were quite a few of them, but it was rare that more than a couple were in use at the same time. A large number was practical though, should they ever have an epidemic or a large disaster on their hands, seeing as this was basically the only place with the appropriate facilities.

To the right of the entrance room was Isidora's office and adjoining private bathroom, which was where she headed now. There was a small kitchen with fridge, microwave, sink, and coffee maker, and a row of cabinets, against the back wall was a table with three chairs, and on the opposite wall a tv that was rarely in use.

"I am happy with my job. I always thought it was an excellent call to put me here." Whether she meant in the job or in the basement wasn't clear, which might have been on purpose - leaving it up to him to draw conclusions. Though, personally, she figured both were probably true.

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