Multiple Settings The Modification Testing Group Two

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  test group 2

  This is one of the rp threads. So, instead of what I originally planned, the characters are going to be in two identical sections, which meet in a room next to the living room. This room has a window, which allows the experiments in different groups to see one another and there is an intercom which they can use to communicate. Cienna's group will find out about soulmates when she wakes up, which they can then relay to the other group through the intercoms. Cienna knows that there are two groups, so she'll encourage someone from her group to go tell the other ones. This is the second testing group
  
  Who's in this group:
  -Dyani
  -Keethan
  -Aleksander
  -Ialla
  -Georgia
  -Lyall
  -Experiment 487
  -Andrew
  -Lucienne
  -Merrit
  -Kai
  -Jaesong
  -Damian
  -Eric
  -Maeve
  -Yume
  -Ranulf
  
  Soulmate pairs in this group:
  Alek and Ialla aka "Blue Ice"
  Georgia and Lyall aka "Lyalia"
  Jaesong and Damian aka "Jaemian"
  Kai and Maeve
  

  
  

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  Cienna

  How are you feeling?

  Sleeping

  What are you wearing?

  Outfit here

  Where are you?

  Living area

  Did you mention anyone?

  None

  Who are you talking to?

  No one

  And, like, tagging?

  None

  Cienna is currently asleep. As she was a scientist, she knows about the soulmate plan. So, when she wakes up, she will figure out what is going on and tell everyone. This will happen when I believe it's time, or when someone comes and wakes her up. I just wanted to show off her fancypost. It's very fitting.
  
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[Physiicz]

Kai Sana

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Maybe it was the smell, or the change of lighting or maybe even the electrical currents he had been sensing these last few months but something was different. Kai leaped from the area he had been sleeping, teeth bared - razor sharp. He grunted and looked around with wide eyes. This definitely wasn't the same cell he'd been confined to. Kai backed himself against the nearest wall to protect his back. Was this another test? Another test by the same bastards who had kidnapped him, taken his life from him. If it was another test, Kai wasn't going to lay down and let them do what they want. He never did and although it may seem valiant and resilient, Kai had plenty of scars to remind him of his 'disobedience'.

The boy scanned the room carefully and quickly realised he wasn't alone. Laying in various areas of the room were other people. Not the same scientists or guards he'd seen everyday of his captivity. Kai's eyes however picked out someone in particular. A red haired girl, sleeping so peacefully. There was something about her. It was like she was alive with pure energy, he could feel the static surrounding her. He wanted to stand over her, protect the sleeping girl from any threat that may or may not be here. Kai was so mesmerised by the sleeping girl that for a moment he had forgotten himself, where he was and what was happening. Kai closed his eyes quickly, looking away. He didn't know her, in fact for all he knew, the girl was probably apart of some weird psychological test that these scientists were conducting on him.

It was too good to be true. Months of being experimented on, months of torture to turn Kai into some sort of monster - what they called a 'Raiju', just to shove him in a room with a bunch of other people? What was their game? Kai's eyes slowly changed from the natural chestnut brown to a glowing, brilliant purple. His eyesight improved whenever he did this and although he hated these people for what they did to him, he may as well use these abilities. Kai searched to room with his hawk like vision for anything that he may have missed beforehand.

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where the fuck am I?

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[Kiroshiven]

• 487
• Ialla
• Dyani

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  487 woke up as gently as she always did from the drugs. Her crystal blue eyes immediately adjusting to the light. For a normal human, the light would've blinded and hurt. But for her, without true eyes, it was nothing more than a temporary brilliance that would fade. It was all too a familiar array. However, the new room that the small girl found herself in was not the same two rooms she'd seen for the last ten years of her conscious life. And the people around her were far different from that of her usual examiner. "Where is Dr. Falest?" Her voice, no more than a whisper fell to no one in particular as the homunculus stood onto her feet. She slowly turned her head around the room when she noticed someone jolt up quickly. "Another experiment?" Once again the question fell from her lips into the abyss of silence.
  
  This was far from the usual experiments, but ultimately that was all this would be, but this was far different from the usual tests. The walls were big enough to house everyone, but not big enough for her to move into the air. There was also chairs, tables and other bits of furniture. This wouldn't be a place to fight considering this. So, what was her goal here? What did Dr. Falest have in mind putting her in here. "Confused." She mumbled before slinking herself into a corner. The small girl's crystal eyes watching the others as they rose from slumber. One of them would know what's going on, surely.
  
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  Ialla's dreams were pleasant for the first time in ages. She could feel herself swimming freely, her elongated body thrashing about in the depths. This was not her own dream, but the dream of the monstrous behemoth that she'd corralled into submission. The wild instincts of the creature always tried to claim her mind and personality, but through steady meditation and freeing the beast within dreams, she'd come to manage its wild desires. She heard herself roar and her body begin to grow light. It was time to wake up and that meant the beast needed to enter its cage. You will get your time again. Ialla's thoughts passed around in the dark of her mind. Just wait until rest time.
  
  Ialla's slumber was disturbed by the clatter of a chair against the floor....Her mind began to race as she too leapt up, her feet landing firmly on the table before her as she braced herself. There had never been a test like this in the year and a half she'd been subjected to them. "What?" She looked around and caught sight of someone that had made the noise from before. A boy was pressed up against the wall and seemed to be beyond tense. Then again, Ialla doubted she looked any different.
  
  Poised to fight from atop the table her eyes drifted across each person, stopping only when she caught sight of a young man whom lay asleep still. In that moment, she felt a sense of calm wash over her as if the very seas themselves had ceased their raging for a century. It was a moment of serenity and peace that she hadn't experience in her entire life. A small smile crept onto her face before her instincts screamed at her. Survival was their top priority and right now, they had no idea if this was a death game or not.
  
  "What.....Happening?" She managed to speak out. Her voice clear though the lacking education she had towards learning English was very much present. She wanted answers, she wanted to scream in fear, but that would only worsen her situation. Staying calm had kept her alive so far, it would do the same for her now.
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  Waking up in an unfamiliar room was something Dyani had gotten used to over the past four months. Waking up in a completely unfamiliar room with an assload of people? Dyani was NOT used to. She watched from her spot at a table as slowly people started to get up, one by one. First the smallest girl that seemed to be unfazed by everything. Her horns, tentacles and crystal like structures on her body, clearly proving she was like them. Then there was the boy that leapt away from the table immediately. Lively as the one to follow, a woman with hair that reminded Dyani of the wild ocean. Each one of them reacting in their own way and here she was terrified and helpless. If this was a test for fighting, she would be easy pickings. She needed to stay low and let the others fight if that was the case.
  
  As the blue haired woman asked what was happening, Dyani realized this wasn't likely a brawl. She heaved a sigh of relief and reflexively sat back in her chair. That wasn't good. Dyani had forgotten, once again, about her new legs and that sitting in a chair took a great deal of motor control. She fell over, her chair clattering to the floor as she rolled a bit, her head hurting severely from the push against her horn. Ancestors how she hated the horn. If not for that and her new hooves she could easily pass for human. Just lie and say that the hair color was a birth defect. But with those, she couldn't. She was going to be a freak for the rest of her life.
  
  Thinking of her hair, Dyani noticed the mess that had become of her locks. She hadn't been able to finish braiding it before they came to drug her and drag her away. "They know I can't fight." She grumbled as she stretched out her legs and sighed. She wanted nothing more than to ignore the looks she was probably getting. The thought turning her cheeks crimson as she just stayed on the floor. Just do something to distract yourself Dyani. She thought as she instinctively reached for her hair and began the practiced motion of tying the braid that would reach down to below her knees when done. It was all she could do to keep from turning even further red and running away from the others.

 

[.chxrryette.]

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• Georgia
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  An aching headache and the sound of rummaging had caused Aleksander to open his tired eyes. Vibrant blue pupils tried to focus on the bland ceiling above; his soft groan broke the silence in the room. To hoist himself up into a sitting position became more of a challenge than he had thought, and each attempt only made another pained groan come from him. Aleksander used his hand to wipe down his face to rub the sleep from his eyes.
  
  “Where…” He began to say while he caressed his head as if that would ease his rather strong migraine. Once he could get a grip on his surroundings, he looked around. His eyes soon caught sight of a few others who also laid in the room with him—however, before he could investigate everyone else, he saw his dear sister amongst the many who slept. He could not quite control the urgency in his voice.
  
  “Georgia!” He said, his expression took on one of worry as he made his way to the younger girl’s side in a rush.
  
  Frantically, he took the younger girl into his arms and searched for any apparent injuries. His breath hitched—and in fact, he must have not taken a single breath while he checked on his sister. Though, the sight of her chest rise and fall gave him some reassurance. “Thank god,” Aleksander muttered and sighed a breath of relief, one that he had held until he was sure she was alive and well. He turned his head toward the others once he heard some unfamiliar voices question the current situation. One of them being a girl, and for some reason, Aleksander could not look away from her for the longest time. She was beautiful to him, almost ethereal in a way. It became a struggle to look away, and he felt an urge to check on her health and well-being, even though he knew nothing about her. Aleksander then shook his head, trying to snap out of his trance and also joined the “conversation.” “Do any of you know where we are?” He asked. However, their confused looks already gave him an obvious answer of what they would say next.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Georgia Anastasia Dean

  
  

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  “Do any of you know where we are?”
  
  “What… Happening?”
  
  The distant sound of voices had brought Georgia out of her deep sleep. She weakly lifted her hand to rub her eyes and dug her face deeper into someone else’s clothes. They smelled… familiar. Then, she heard her brother’s voice repeating her name with such concern, and she herself wondered why he had become so uneasy. She signed “5 more minutes” and went back to sleep until Aleksander roughly took a hold of her and shake her awake.
  
  The sudden awakening made her somewhat dizzy, and she soon wriggled out of her brother’s grasp with a look of fear on her face. Though she wanted to question her brother for his unusual behavior, she also scanned her unknown surroundings. “Did they move us? Who are these people?” Were amongst the many questions Georgia signed with worrying speed, Aleksander himself had trouble trying to keep up with her frantic signing. “Wait, Georgia. Calm down.” She heard Aleksander say, though she could sense the same level of confusion from him she was experiencing.
  
  “The good thing is that we are both fine. I don’t know what I’d do if we were separated.” Aleksander said, his words drifting off into a mutter as his eyes fell to the ground. Georgia also visibly faltered, and she moved closer to her brother to take him into her arms in the same manner he did earlier. She broke away from him after a minute and signed, “you are right, at least we are safe and sound. For now,” with a gentle smile tugging at her mouth corners. She soon saw Aleksander mirror her smile, and she felt at ease, as if their current circumstances’ importance was miniscule in comparison. importance. She felt curious about the other experiments who accompanied them in the room, though.
  
  Georgia looked around; her orange eyes locked on every person who seemed unfamiliar to her. The last one she saw was another girl who still laid asleep without so much as a care in the world. “Who is she?” Georgia signed, not breaking eye contact with the girl who slept. “I don’t think either of us know anyone in this room.” Aleksander replied. He stood up and observed the room, the door leading out of the room being one of the things he investigated.
  
  On the other hand, Georgia still had not stopped gazing upon the unknown girl. Her distinct ears and tail had also caught Georgia’s attention; the occasional sweep of her tail or twitch of her wolf-like ears brought a wider smile to Georgia’s face. Before she realized it, Georgia had crawled over to the girl and watched over her in curiosity. Delicate fingers poked at the ears and quietly giggled when twitched back; the very touch exemplified her apparent disregard for peoples’ personal space.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Damian Atticus Wells

  
  

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  “Fuck.. my life.” Damian said in a slight growl as he also woke up from his drug-induced sleep. He grunted once he shifted his weight onto his side and narrowed his deep brown pupils at those who surrounded him. One boy had a charred appearance, as if he were a burnt slice of bread Damian left int the toaster for far too long. Though something about the boy—something he could not put his finger on—interested Damian to no limit. Was it the unusual physical characteristics that beckoned Damian? Or were the drugs the one talking?
  
  ‘Those damn drugs… Just wait until I get out of here, they’re all fucked’ Damian thought to himself. His eyes darkened considerably, and his hands had formed a tight fist unconsciously.
  
  If only he had a way of contacting the outside world, those of whom who had sworn loyalty to his father would break him out of this “prison” in no time. The only problem being… there was no sign of a phone anywhere in the room. Oh, they were smart about it, but Damian considered himself to be smarter.
  
  The validity of that claim could be debatable.
  
  Unlike those who were questioning their very existence once they had awoken, Damian took a more calm approach. He laid back down, folded his hand behind his head as a makeshift “pillow,” and closed his eyes. He will let the rest of them figure out what to do, Damian was not about to waste his time playing ‘escape room’ with absolute strangers. Maybe at a later time he will determine who would aid him the most in escaping and try his hand at ‘befriending’ them. But at the moment, Damian was not desperate enough to do so.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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[N-On-E-Mus]

Keethan Joglo

Keethan was awoken to the voices around to him. He laid completely still. He immediately knew that he was definitely not in his room. He listened to the noises. Judging by the breathing noises, and the voices, there was quite a handful of people. why would they need this many scientists. He sighed, then cautiously, opened his eyes, and got up, and looked around.

To his surprise, he saw people dressed in the same outfit as him. ... There are other prisoners here? About half of them were awake, a few in fighting positions
He looked at each of them suspiciously. What twisted experiment are they doing now?. He then scanned the rest of the room. His eye caught one of the cameras recording. He sighed tiredly, and raised his middle finger to the camer. "Go fuck yourself you sons of bitch" He yelled at the camera, staring straight into it. "Bet your all having a bloody good laugh at this" He muttered. He then, frustrated, jumped off the couch, and looked at all the people. "And who the fuck are all you bastards?" He said, looking from each person to the next in the eye

 

[Cosmos]

Lyall - 19 - Female - Werewolf


Lyall had been relatively comfortable in her light slumber, even as the room began to fill with distant clashing and yelling noises. Were the scientists fighting amongst themselves again? Great, they'd probably just take it out on her again. She sighed lightly and winced a little trying to ignore the sounds, though having significantly above average hearing compared to a normal human did not aid in this whatsoever. 'Just keep pretending to be asleep... They'll just walk off, they always do-' she'd began to repeat to herself beginning to relax again, her tails occasional swaying back and forth in the chair beginning to slow, at least until the sudden startling sensation of something warm brushing against her ear cut her off mid-thought.

Her ear flickered once as her eyes shot open and her pupils slit violently in a beast-like manner, lips parting slightly in a growl revealing the sharpened canines as her hand dashed out to instinctively to grab at the collar of whichever scientist jerk thought that was a funny idea. Not that she would actually hurt them once waking up a little more, but for the second time since stirring she stopped mid-action as her eyes settled on the form of a red-haired girl in a somewhat strange crawling position staring right at her. "Uh..." she let out partially awkwardly, but mostly confused, her cheeks seeming to instinctively blush without her realization or understanding as to why.

Her pupils dilated back into a more human appearance as her tail curled up slightly as she relaxed her muscles and glanced around the room, only succumbing more to her confusion as she spotted others around the room. They- didn't look this scientists, or guards... They wore the same outfit she did, some appeared hostile, others scared or investigating their surroundings. The scents of the group hit her all at once in an almost chocking manner, scrunching up her nose muscles a little as her eyes watered looking around the strangely furnished room. It was far larger than the cell she'd been used to, was this a test? but- they weren't in the green place. Her eyes scanned around before she let out a short breath and leant back into the chair as though everything was completely normal.

Glancing towards the red-haired girl again she raised a brow causing her opposite ear to flicker once more, "Bird?..." she muttered under her breath at the smell the other gave off. However there was something more to it, something warm. She couldn't remember sensing anything quite like it in all her eleven years she'd been here, as such she continued to stare before the yelling of one particularly loud 'companion' caused her to glare over in his direction, snarling lightly, "Would you calm the fuck down already? I just woke up for Christ's sake!" she let out in not a yell, but a rather harsh tone towards the overly loud male. Her ears flickering back much like a mildly annoyed house-cat.

Letting out another sigh and rubbing at her face she looked at the unusual bunch surrounding her trying to work out what on earth the scientists thought they'd get out of this 'test' except a headache or a mess to clean up. As her head began to clear from her drowsy fog the smells of each of the group became more distinct, including a woman still asleep in a corner with an oddly familiar one, 'that scientist?....' she puzzled over in her head before turning back to the now named 'bird-girl' "Soooo.... this happen often for you, or what?" she asked in an almost far too casual manner, as though not bothered with the potential risk surrounding them.

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[Heterological]

• Mako
• Andrew

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  キツネ

  mako miamaki

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  It was black. An overwhelming black that engulfed him in the darkness, so thick that it was tangible. Mako was familiar with it.
  
  Finally his eyes cooperated with him, and he opened them to find himself on the ground. Disoriented and groggy, he got on his hands and knees, and then stood up. Mako looked around, and found himself in a place far different than before. At first, he saw the living room, and he thought for just a millisecond that it had all been a bad dream. But then he saw the other people and the cameras.
  
  Scanning those who were away, Mako counted one, three, five, five people who looked normal. Then there was a woman with crystals all over, what looked like a unicorn hybrid, a reptilian with a tail; maybe a lizard hybrid of some sort. Finally his eyes landed on a werewolf teenage girl.
  
  Mako lingered on her for a bit longer, staring. He hadn't had much experience with animals after the modification, and now, he could definite flesh out another trait that came from the modifications. Natural hatred with wolves. Probably dogs, too. No doubt she would also hate him. Unfortunate, but to be expected.
  
  He realized with a start that he hadn't been surprised at all. Maybe it was because he had always known he wasn't the only one. No matter; the information didn't change his current situation.
  
  Shaking his hands to get rid of the cloudiness that always came after the drugs, Mako said, "Well, this is nice." Acting calm, he addressed the cat-eared teenager. Mako looked carefully for any signs of hatred, and he was sure his hostility was also slipping into his gaze. "How is everyone doing here? My name is Mako."
  
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  Andrew Malini

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  Mood: happy then sad
  Looks: black hair, blue eyes
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  Andrew woke with a start. He got up on his feet before getting back on the floor after a splitting headache hit him.
  
  From there, he realized that he wasn't where he usually was. Looking around, Andrew found that there were a few other people in... a living room. He blinked his eyes once to make sure he was seeing things straight. There were people with tails and stuff. Other people who were modded. Climbing back to his feet, more carefully this time, Andrew looked around. There were people with wings, people who were still sleeping, people who had tails and horns.
  
  But they were still people. He hadn't seen people in a while. They were talking, but his ears hadn't quite caught with the memo; he couldn't hear anything. He waited until after he could hear again before saying, "Hello, all. I'm Andrew. What's going on?'
  
  He took it all in for a second: the people, the cameras, the... more of the people. Andrew didn't know how to feel about it. Except, at least for now, it felt semi-normal, despite the wings and tails and cat ears and all that. Just then, an idea popped into his head, one so incredulous it made him chuckle. Normally, he hated transforming; it was uncomfortable; it felt like his skin was crawling inside out. But it would be worth it, just for the knowledge.
  
  Andrew reached out to the nearest awake person, a white-haired man with wings, and laid a hand on the man's arm. "Sorry about that," Andrew muttered, before welcoming that skin-crawling feeling in.
  
  The change was visible at once. He could feel his eyes changing into a lighter shade; Andrew's hair was still black, but grew a bit longer. There was no growing of wings, but his skin turned a shade or two paler. More importantly, Andrew could sense a tingle in his hands. Perfect. Just as expected.
  
  Bringing his arms out in front of his face, he cocked his head and created a tiny snowstorm in his hands. Amazing, although Andrew found that he didn't have much power besides that; maybe he could create icicles, for combat? Although, before that would be done, he would need to escape the room. His eyes flickered to the door—
  
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  Andrew stopped himself from going off any more, clenching his fists. It was the personality shift, like it always was. Those horrible, terrible, damned shifts. His elation at his newfound discovery was quickly replaced with dejection. If Andrew couldn't use this unless he had to give away a part of himself, then what was the point? No, Andrew wouldn't do it, unless absolutely necessary.
  

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[Abyss]

Merrit is more familiar with the sensation of waking up from anesthesia than he’d like. It was one of those things that he’d become grudgingly accustomed to, even if the thought of being ‘accustomed’ to anything in this facility scared the shit out of him. Familiarity is a dangerous thing.

His senses are slow to return and his head feels like it’s stuck in a cloud. He must still be straddling the line between consciousness, because instead of silence or the hum of machinery, he’s hearing actual human voices. For the first several minutes, his surroundings are a blur of grey and white. He follows the voices between the figures scattered around the room, eyes squinting at the silhouettes of wings and horns, and someone who’s partly illuminated in purple light. He’s not sure how long he waits for his vision to clear, but he lets out a relieved sigh when it finally does. He might be a fan of Salvador Dali, but he’d rather not have the entire world be one of his paintings.

Alright, I think it’s time to try this again. Merrit’s body is stiff and uncooperative, but in the end he’s managed to prop himself up against one of the two couches. He feels better with the ability to see the rest of the room, which is different from his own setup or the testing centers he’s been in before. Because that’s what this is. That’s what it always is; another test to complete, for reasons that no one has ever bothered to explain. The room is different, but he’s still wearing the same grey jumpsuit and cuffs as usual. More out of habit than anything, Merrit checks the cuffs for any signs of weakness. Nope, still perfect. Seeing as they’ve survived months of tests and his own attempts to break them, he’s beginning to wonder if damaging them is at all possible. If there’s one mystery that might be greater than how exactly they turned humans into monsters, it’s what material did they find capable of containing them?

Regardless, everyone seems to be in various states of confusion. Merrit doesn’t really know what’s going on himself, so for the most part he just listens. His golden eyes follow along with the various introductions. When it comes to his turn, he leans his head back on the couch, momentarily closing his eyes against the bright lights. “Don’t—”Merrit cringes at the sound of his own voice, which comes out raspier than usual. “—think anyone’s called me anything other than Subject 007 for a while.” Either he’s been out long enough for dehydration to set in, or the long stretches of isolation have affected more than just his sanity. “My name’s Merrit. For what it’s worth, it’s nice to meet you all too.”

He should probably feel bad, but it’s a relief to see that the other people in the room are more or less like himself. However, he’s not sure if it’s better that whatever happens next he’s not alone, or if he should be afraid that the scientists have escalated their testing to include group assessments. Gathering them together in a Big Brother type stage seems innocent enough, but give it time and they might start exploring other genres. Hopefully there aren't any horror fans in the science department. I’ll take mad scientists over Jigsaw or President Snow, any day.

There’s someone at the table. He’s not sure what kind of tests they’ve done to her, but she’s covered in glowing lights that strike him as slightly odd. A form of bioluminescence? Magic? He’s not sure. Doesn’t recognize the name of the Doctor she asked about either. “Most of what they do is confusing.” Half the time he thinks the scientists must be pulling ideas out of a hat based on the randomness of some of their requests. “This doesn’t look like an arena or combat testing center, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He smiles a bit ruefully, but his words take on a bit of exasperating playfulness as he continues. “Not unless their master plan is selling indestructible furniture that’s been tested against top of the line military secret weapons.” The place did look like it was ripped straight out of one of those old fashioned design magazines his mother had loved.