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"Dr Science to the lobby please, Dr Science to the lobby. There's a visitor waiting for you."
Dr Science frowned at the intercom on her desk. Why was there an intercom on her desk? She didn't want an intercom on her desk, interrupting her while she worked. Visitors? This wasn't a walk-in clinic! Nobody was supposed to just visit! And who the heck was paging her to the front desk? Nobody was assigned to the front desk.
Out of curiosity more than anything else, Dr Science headed towards the front of the building.
At one point, HR had insisted on allocating some money for a mural of the Wonders of Science to improve moral of the lab staff and to give a great first impression to all of the none visitors they were supposed to have.
Dr Science had signed off on it, after going through the pitch and changing "Science" to "Dr Science" and attaching some headshots of herself.
Why shouldn't Science Laboratories have a Science Mural right when you walked in?
There had been an... incident with the coffee. Not the purple stuff. But the muralist confused hazelnut creamer with psychotropic drugs that shouldn't have been in the break room and had painted the entire mural while, scientifically speaking, tripping balls.
He claimed to have seen into a hell dimension and had tried to paint it.
Dr Science was going to have the very disturbing thing painted over but Dr Nemesis had insisted that it be left intact so she could study the psychological effect it had. Dr Science had pointed out that Dr Nemesis' field wasn't psychology and the chipmunk had just laughed manically for several minutes.
She'd never seen Dr Nemesis so jovial. So Dr Science relented and left the mural as it was. Even so, she had rearranged the furnishings to cover up some of the more disturbing bits, best she could. Like the double dicked succubus bird with great tits whose eyes seemed to follow you around the room. She'd had a vending machine put in front of that part.
Even with the most egregious bits covered up, many of the staff of Science Laboratories stopped using this entrance, preferring to go through one of the side entrances where hellish depravities didn't greet you.
Given that, Dr Science had replaced the lobby secretary with a cardboard standee of Generic Business Casual Dik-dik With Word Balloon reading "Please call for an appointment!"
Instead of Generic Business Casual Dik-dik cardboard standee, Serena Sagittarius was sitting at the desk, looking helpful and approachable.
Clearly something was up.
"Serena, what are you doing here? And where's Generic Business Casual Dik-dik cardboard standee?"
"Oh, Dr Careful said we could switch jobs!" she replied, obviously pleased with the situation.
That explained the glowing intern performance reviews that Dr Science had glanced at without reading recently. Science resolved to stop assigning Serena to assist Dr Careful. The intern was clearly walking all over him.
This resolution immediately slipped Dr Science's mind entirely when she saw the other occupant of the lobby.
There was a lizard in a tank top and very short shorts (so short that her cheeks weren't fully contained) gazing with interest at the hellish mural. She was holding a pair of skates in one hand and idly swung them against her side.
... Ah hah. A passing by athlete. With the college right nearby you got those sometimes.
"Serena," Dr Science said softly. "If any joggers or skaters or anyone just passing by comes in to ask for some water or to use the restroom, the answer is no."
"Oh no, doctor!" Serena said loudly. "Miss Nala Garsten isn't a random health aficionado looking to score some free water! She said she represents one of the lab's investment partners, Dyna-Something Something!"
"Dyna-Span Research?" Dr Science asked incredulously.
Serena shrugged.
"Impossible! Our Dyna-Span Research liaison is Martin Quint. Great guy. Never shows up to the lobby. Makes an appointment to visit once a year and keeps the money coming."
"Ah, Martin! What a great guy!" said Miss Nala Garsten, wandering over. She dropped her skates on the reception desk. "Huge shame what happened to him." She shook her head sadly. "Tragedy."
"What happened?" asked Serena.
"Shark."
"He got eaten by a shark?" the secretary bird sounded fascinated.
"In a way. In a very specific way. He was never the same afterward. Quit his job to buy a houseboat and now spends most of his time staring wistfully out at the ocean through binoculars. BUT ANYWAY!" She grabbed Dr Science's hand and shook it vigorously. "I'm Nala Garsten, investment liaison with Dyna-Span Research!"
Dr Science politely yanked her hand back. "I would have preferred you called ahead and made an appointment."
Nala smiled. It seemed to lack friendliness. "I shall endeavor to do so in the future. But for now, take me on the grand tour!"
"Pardon?"
"If I'm going to be writing the checks, I want to be familiar with everything! Gosh, I do love science. Don't understand most of it though so I hope you're prepared to explain things like to a baby layperson. Here's one: magnets. How do they work?"
An entire afternoon escorting Nala Garsten around was enough to make Dr Science risk their funding by leaving her in the incapable hands of Serena.
"Ah, unfortunately... running a lab.... very busy. Miss Sagittarius will-"
Except, Miss Sagittarius had vanished, leaving only a little sign reading "COFFEE BREAK, BACK IN 15"
"Looks like its you or nobody, doctor! And I won't accept nobody for an answer!" Miss Garsten said, smiling. "Remember, I want to see everything!"
And she playfully swung her hips around to bump them into Dr Science.
"Let's get this tour started!"
---
Nala was one of my early impulse adopts and I never got a lot of use out of her. Or figured out how to use the story she came with. Recently I decided why not squish her into the Science Laboratories setting so she can annoy Dr Science.
I know everyone is very interested in the specific minutiae so here's the way it probably works. Dyna-Span Research doesn't do any actual research itself. It raises money and lobbies for government grants for laboratories Dyna-Span partners with. It may or may not be a money laundering scheme.
The salient point is that Dyna-Span basically kept sending Science Laboratories checks without a lot of oversight and now Nala is poking around to find out why.
She's no genius scientist but she's smart enough to be smarter than she lets on.
And I just realized that she's a kickass businesswoman who could make a career out of annoying science nerds. She's what Serena might like to be when she grows up! I shouldn't have put these two in the same room for the purposes of a funny description, its liable to cause only chaos!
---
Nala Garsten and Dr Science owned by me
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Dr Science frowned at the intercom on her desk. Why was there an intercom on her desk? She didn't want an intercom on her desk, interrupting her while she worked. Visitors? This wasn't a walk-in clinic! Nobody was supposed to just visit! And who the heck was paging her to the front desk? Nobody was assigned to the front desk.
Out of curiosity more than anything else, Dr Science headed towards the front of the building.
At one point, HR had insisted on allocating some money for a mural of the Wonders of Science to improve moral of the lab staff and to give a great first impression to all of the none visitors they were supposed to have.
Dr Science had signed off on it, after going through the pitch and changing "Science" to "Dr Science" and attaching some headshots of herself.
Why shouldn't Science Laboratories have a Science Mural right when you walked in?
There had been an... incident with the coffee. Not the purple stuff. But the muralist confused hazelnut creamer with psychotropic drugs that shouldn't have been in the break room and had painted the entire mural while, scientifically speaking, tripping balls.
He claimed to have seen into a hell dimension and had tried to paint it.
Dr Science was going to have the very disturbing thing painted over but Dr Nemesis had insisted that it be left intact so she could study the psychological effect it had. Dr Science had pointed out that Dr Nemesis' field wasn't psychology and the chipmunk had just laughed manically for several minutes.
She'd never seen Dr Nemesis so jovial. So Dr Science relented and left the mural as it was. Even so, she had rearranged the furnishings to cover up some of the more disturbing bits, best she could. Like the double dicked succubus bird with great tits whose eyes seemed to follow you around the room. She'd had a vending machine put in front of that part.
Even with the most egregious bits covered up, many of the staff of Science Laboratories stopped using this entrance, preferring to go through one of the side entrances where hellish depravities didn't greet you.
Given that, Dr Science had replaced the lobby secretary with a cardboard standee of Generic Business Casual Dik-dik With Word Balloon reading "Please call for an appointment!"
Instead of Generic Business Casual Dik-dik cardboard standee, Serena Sagittarius was sitting at the desk, looking helpful and approachable.
Clearly something was up.
"Serena, what are you doing here? And where's Generic Business Casual Dik-dik cardboard standee?"
"Oh, Dr Careful said we could switch jobs!" she replied, obviously pleased with the situation.
That explained the glowing intern performance reviews that Dr Science had glanced at without reading recently. Science resolved to stop assigning Serena to assist Dr Careful. The intern was clearly walking all over him.
This resolution immediately slipped Dr Science's mind entirely when she saw the other occupant of the lobby.
There was a lizard in a tank top and very short shorts (so short that her cheeks weren't fully contained) gazing with interest at the hellish mural. She was holding a pair of skates in one hand and idly swung them against her side.
... Ah hah. A passing by athlete. With the college right nearby you got those sometimes.
"Serena," Dr Science said softly. "If any joggers or skaters or anyone just passing by comes in to ask for some water or to use the restroom, the answer is no."
"Oh no, doctor!" Serena said loudly. "Miss Nala Garsten isn't a random health aficionado looking to score some free water! She said she represents one of the lab's investment partners, Dyna-Something Something!"
"Dyna-Span Research?" Dr Science asked incredulously.
Serena shrugged.
"Impossible! Our Dyna-Span Research liaison is Martin Quint. Great guy. Never shows up to the lobby. Makes an appointment to visit once a year and keeps the money coming."
"Ah, Martin! What a great guy!" said Miss Nala Garsten, wandering over. She dropped her skates on the reception desk. "Huge shame what happened to him." She shook her head sadly. "Tragedy."
"What happened?" asked Serena.
"Shark."
"He got eaten by a shark?" the secretary bird sounded fascinated.
"In a way. In a very specific way. He was never the same afterward. Quit his job to buy a houseboat and now spends most of his time staring wistfully out at the ocean through binoculars. BUT ANYWAY!" She grabbed Dr Science's hand and shook it vigorously. "I'm Nala Garsten, investment liaison with Dyna-Span Research!"
Dr Science politely yanked her hand back. "I would have preferred you called ahead and made an appointment."
Nala smiled. It seemed to lack friendliness. "I shall endeavor to do so in the future. But for now, take me on the grand tour!"
"Pardon?"
"If I'm going to be writing the checks, I want to be familiar with everything! Gosh, I do love science. Don't understand most of it though so I hope you're prepared to explain things like to a baby layperson. Here's one: magnets. How do they work?"
An entire afternoon escorting Nala Garsten around was enough to make Dr Science risk their funding by leaving her in the incapable hands of Serena.
"Ah, unfortunately... running a lab.... very busy. Miss Sagittarius will-"
Except, Miss Sagittarius had vanished, leaving only a little sign reading "COFFEE BREAK, BACK IN 15"
"Looks like its you or nobody, doctor! And I won't accept nobody for an answer!" Miss Garsten said, smiling. "Remember, I want to see everything!"
And she playfully swung her hips around to bump them into Dr Science.
"Let's get this tour started!"
---
Nala was one of my early impulse adopts and I never got a lot of use out of her. Or figured out how to use the story she came with. Recently I decided why not squish her into the Science Laboratories setting so she can annoy Dr Science.
I know everyone is very interested in the specific minutiae so here's the way it probably works. Dyna-Span Research doesn't do any actual research itself. It raises money and lobbies for government grants for laboratories Dyna-Span partners with. It may or may not be a money laundering scheme.
The salient point is that Dyna-Span basically kept sending Science Laboratories checks without a lot of oversight and now Nala is poking around to find out why.
She's no genius scientist but she's smart enough to be smarter than she lets on.
And I just realized that she's a kickass businesswoman who could make a career out of annoying science nerds. She's what Serena might like to be when she grows up! I shouldn't have put these two in the same room for the purposes of a funny description, its liable to cause only chaos!
---
Nala Garsten and Dr Science owned by me
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