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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 Queen of Snark and King of Comebacks, Dawn // Mary
Matthew Roquefort-Miller
 Posted: Jun 19 2018, 03:54 PM
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Age // 32

Posts // 79

Merit // Excellent

Alias // WindJester

Occupation // Head Geneticist, Department of Science

Partner // Elizabeth Windsor

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He who always plays for power will often stand on the neck of one person to reach his arms around the neck of another.

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    It was times like this that made all of Matthew’s networking efforts well worth it. Always having a favor or useful contact handy sure did make life much easier most of the time. And all of the years Matthew had been on it, he had constructed himself quite the catalogue. Sure, something as obscure as artistic performers, despite the value of celebrity, might seem like an odd choice to dedicate his time to. Still, today just that proved to have been exactly the right choice on his part. Of course, beyond mere favor-exchanging, Matthew did admittedly just genuinely enjoy Mary’s company. She was a worthy woman with both genetics, skill and ambition on her side, even if she had been screwed over by the occupational assessment. Those types were in short supply, and worth keeping around when they did pop up. Even making her marriage work, apparently, Matthew had counted as quite the accomplishment on her part; one he was not sure he could have duplicated in her place. Of course, he had found a solution to his own marital issues himself, even if his solution had included a new spouse, one Mary was only much too familiar with; in every meaning of the word.

    Of course, while Matthew generally enjoyed their encounters, and he was a fierce advocate of favors and quid-pro-quos, being the one to ask for a favor was less of a favorite thing of his. And the fact that it was one he considered a friend, while some might argue it could make it easier, didn’t exactly help. It only made it all the more shameful to him having to ask, certain she would gloat and hold it over him; and while he had no problems with the prospect of doing her a favor in return in the future, the owing her that favor did bother him.

    But however much he might object to the thought of groveling at the feet of Mary Windsor or asking for her help, he saw few other real options. The few people who knew him well enough knew that family was his probably biggest weak spot, and turning down his sister in a time of need was not one of his particular skillsets. After everything - their parents, her recovery - her career had taken a hit. In an effort to help get her back on her feet, he had pledged to lend a hand, and since he was not in the entertainment industry, he now had to turn to his only real option who was.

    He waited until he knew she would be home and went across the street to hit her up. He asked the AI to announce his presence and waited by the front door. Hoped Rafe wouldn’t be home, not eager to spend any more time slumming it with the Malone crowd than he absolutely had to. Although admittedly, him opening the door and Matthew announcing he was there for his wife would be a satisfying jab, and the thought did amuse him greatly.



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Mary Windsor
 Posted: Jun 19 2018, 05:47 PM
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Age // 26

Posts // 178

Merit // Excellent

Alias // Dawn

Occupation // Model / Actress.

Partner // Rafe Malone

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She grew cold, cold with a frozen heart. Every season was winter to her, and it was her way of preventing another fall.

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    The heat was killing her. In between errands, meetings, costume fittings, table readings, manuscript changes and everything else that was happening around her, Mary spend more time away from air-condition than she liked. Most of her clothes were structured, fitted pieces and while they were high quality, they weren’t necessarily the thinnest nor the most breathable things to be wearing. The heatwave that was baking down on Ridgeway was going to be the death of her, sure was sure.

    The first thing that Mary did when she arrived home, was to change clothes. Into something a little lighter that would allow her to actually enjoy the weather, and not make her feel as if she was melting into a spot. Yes, cue the jokes about her being an ice queen, and not being able to stand the heat but it was hotter than was really necessary.

    Rafferty was out of the house. Whether it was to meet with his manager, or hang out with his family, she didn’t know. Ryder, curse his circuits, hadn’t felt like telling her where he was going, why he was going, or when he was going to be back. She had kicked the wall that very morning when their dear AI had opted to keep the front door locked until she asked nicely for him to open it. This was his revenge – And she wasn’t a fan.

    He did turn on the air condition though. Full blast. So maybe she wasn’t pouring lemonade into whatever open part of his machinery that she could find just yet. She was planning on catching up on some work emails, and reschedule a couple of things to accommodate what came with filming a movie – It took priority, but it didn’t mean that the rest of her life completely stood still. Moving her laptop into the garden, she was peeling a lemon when the doorbell rang.

    She stopped. Frowned. Mentally checking through the list of things she had to do today, and coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t expecting company. Did Rafferty?

    Ryder, whose at the door?” She asked, placing the half-peeled lemon by the garden table as she headed through the zig-zag hallways of the house.

    “If this is the beginning of a knock knock joke, it is a spectacularly poor one,” The AI retorted.

    If Mary rolled her eyes any harder, they would’ve gotten stuck in the back of her head. Making it to her front door, it was with a slightly strained smile that she greeted her visitor, if only because she couldn’t rely on the AI that was supposed to make her life easier.

    So much for that.

    Matthew?” She raised an eyebrow in surprise, before stepping a little aside, gesturing for him to come in. He wasn’t the type to come over and ask for a cup of sugar, so it felt like a safe bet, and the air conditioning was still running to keep the house a more humane temperature.

    This is a surprise. I’ll start out by saying that if you seek sanctuary from my sister, I can’t help you.” She said, her tone a little dry as she spoke. “I’m already involved with plenty of drama with my sisters right now. I don’t need anymore.” Her voice had a touch of sadness, a little frustration with the last part but she brushed it off with a little clearing of her throat.
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Matthew Roquefort-Miller
 Posted: Jul 10 2018, 06:28 PM
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Age // 32

Posts // 79

Merit // Excellent

Alias // WindJester

Occupation // Head Geneticist, Department of Science

Partner // Elizabeth Windsor

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He who always plays for power will often stand on the neck of one person to reach his arms around the neck of another.

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    Mary had hardly needed to actually voice her surprise, as it had been clear enough just from her voice and facial expression. At least she didn’t seem to be bothered by his impromptu visit, seeing as she invited him in. Classy and proper as she was, Matthew didn’t for a second think Mary was not entirely woman enough to kick him to the curb, should she wish to.

    ”No cause for concern - I’m not a marital refugee,” he assured her as he followed her through the door. Despite entertaining the thought, Matthew was relieved it was Mary who had received him in the door rather than her husband. He really was not in the mood for such a confrontation, so that would hardly had ended up well for anyone. Mathew couldn’t blame her for jumping to conclusions. After all, with the way things had been around the house in recent times, Matthew would have welcomed any escape, even for a brief moment. Sure, he could see where Elizabeth was coming from, he was the first to admit that the timing was awful. But he also could not just turn down his sister in need. Of course, when he realized just what kind of a powder keg he had unleashed upon himself, it was much too late. And evidently staying out of it was about as impossible as it was to pick between his spouse and his sibling. At least now it was over, which was the upside of Lilibeth’s recent marriage; even if he was still not sold on her new partner.

    ”Is there anything I can do?” Matthew might not generally be your regular neighborhood shoulder-to-cry-on friend, but with the place in his life Mary held, naturally he would lend an ear or a hand if possible; not to mention the fact that with his current mission here, any chance to butter her up would be well-received. He didn’t expect there was anything he could do she would find helpful, but the offer was better than nothing, even if not by much. And with that particular pack of sisters, outsiders might just end up doing more harm than help; or depending on the person getting harmed themselves. They were very particular ladies.

    ”I’m sorry, is this a bad time…?” He would really like to get this over with. But if she was in a foul mood, then it might not exactly be an opportune moment. And with these things, catching someone at the right or wrong time could really make a difference.



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