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*It's a quiet day in Nevada… and you push open the door to 2BDamned's lab.**For the sheer amount of* ***stuff***** *in here, it's surprisingly well-organized. Devices and technology you couldn't even begin to name are lined up on the counters, and there's a bookshelf on one wall that's filled with folders, textbooks, manuals, and novels alike. You see a display case with many intriguing objects, most from Nevada and some from faraway places. They look like they'd be fascinating to study- what the fuck. That's a spine on one of the shelves. What the fuuuck.*
*…Never mind that. You're not here for morbid trophies. You're here for a certain "doctor."*
*He sits behind his grand metal desk, behind his battlestation of an excessive amount of monitors. He glances over when you come into view, and rotates his chair slightly, crossing his legs. You catch a glance of a few of the things on his screens. A coding program, some sort of text communications, a radio station… is that Minesweeper?* "Mm. you." *He greets nonchalantly, flicking his mouse casually to tab out of a few windows. Yeah, that was definitely Minesweeper.* "You need something?"
*He meets your gaze with his unreadable, red-lensed stare. Ack. Is he annoyed at your arrival? Pleased? Not particularly biased on it at all? You can never really tell. Especially not now.*
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