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@janvier-pasteur
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My hoothoot, Mars, is my pride and joy.

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🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?
⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who’s harmed them or the people they care about?
:3 teehee
🌟- I think Jan likes to think she's good- but i doubt he actively tries to do good. She's usually just trying to- well, to do, I guess. To do her job, to do it properly.
He's more concerned with right and wrong rhan with good and evil. She doesn't mind doing things considered bad so long as they're the right thing to do.
⚠- Jan already bugs the people he cares about everything because it's how he shows them she cares- or, at least, is comfortable around them. I'd imagine this is familial. I'd also imagine her family gatherings to be a sight to behold.
Vengeance though? Maybe. If a strongly worded e-mail and refusal to engage with the offendor counts as revenge.
Clearing out my asks. Don't expect a return to full activity anytime soon.
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⚖: Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise?
⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?
🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?
👑: Is your muse honorable?
☯: What do they think of ‘good’ and ‘evil’?
🌹: When would they tell a lie?
🍷: Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?
⛨: What would they sacrifice their life for?
💋: How easily are they tempted?
☽: What is their alignment?
⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who’s harmed them or the people they care about?
bringing the bioweapon back wednesday
not if I eated it
wh. what. why??????
do not bring back the bioweapon- do not eat the bioweapon either.
what. no. im just kidding
i can never be too sure about these things, sol.
bringing the bioweapon back wednesday
not if I eated it
wh. what. why??????
do not bring back the bioweapon- do not eat the bioweapon either.

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noctowl?? i think one of my coworkers would like you
(@purriors)
Everyone likes noctowl.
@janvier-pasteur
I do like noctowl! a very noble, wise pokemon.
They're less noble and wise once you get to know them personally. Mine likes to tear up paper and pouts if I tell him to stop. And he runs in circles when I'm getting his dinner ready.
ah, well, they're definitely curious little fellows nonetheless. I've only got a hoothoot myself but he is certainly a little rascal. Not one for tearing up papers but if he sees unguarded food, well, that's his now.
noctowl?? i think one of my coworkers would like you
(@purriors)
Everyone likes noctowl.
@janvier-pasteur
I do like noctowl! a very noble, wise pokemon.
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I like being around mars!! He's a coworker (my boss on a technicality)'s hoothoot. He knows how to judge people. I admire his power.
i will pass this along yo him posthaste!

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SHIT @janvier-pasteur WHERE'S THE EMERGENCY HAMMER AGAIN
One of the pokeballs malfunctioned and someone got zapped in
it's on the wall, should be next to the washing station. you need to stop doing this, pretzel. no. all of you. at the very least don't have "pokeball fights" at work.
at the very least, please keep a hammer on your person.
SHIT @janvier-pasteur WHERE'S THE EMERGENCY HAMMER AGAIN
One of the pokeballs malfunctioned and someone got zapped in
it's on the wall, should be next to the washing station. you need to stop doing this, pretzel. no. all of you. at the very least don't have "pokeball fights" at work.
glad to see my co-workers having some fun, but please remember not to stream on company time.
-@janvier-pasteur
When will Sol come back?
I don't know- before the end of the month at the earliest. he's currently in.. fairly dire condition in the hospital. my apologies.
haiiii >w< how's everything going
(@purriors)
everything is fine. Check your email, or, if you would prefer, I could mail it to you physically. Sorry for how our meeting st the hospital went, get well soon.
//thread starter for @purriors
Jan stands outside of the hospital. his fists are in his labcoat's pockets- she came here straight from work. she looks up at the building, nervous. She has to visit Sol, it's her goddamn job. and he failed at it. but he has to do it anyways.
He steps up to the doors, a grumpy expression on his face. he walks up to the secretary. "it's visiting hour, right?" she asks. the secretary shrinks behind their desk a little, and nods. "I would like to visit Sol Flare- she's in room (###)" He sends Sol a quick message- I'm here. I will be seeing you soon. I'm sorry.
sol replies with "ok!! :3".
their room is fairly standard. all the machines and stuff to deal with the whole disemboweled thing, a bunch of pokemon around to keep an eye on sol, and a shaking figure under a pile of blankets. venus sits at the small desk next to the bed, doing work. well, more like pretending to do work to try and discreetly keep an eye on sol.
she turns to face the door when it clicks, "hi, jan! nice to see you're visiting."
Janvier stands in the doorway for a second. "I- yes. I am." he looks shaken up. Seeing Sol like this, knowing- feeling that it's her fault, it's... it hurts, a little. a lot even. he tries to hide it but his hand is gripping her briefcase too hard and she's shaking uncontrollably.
He looks around for a place to sit. there's a lot of pokemon, they're many places.
She eyes Sol's shaking form. he looks. bad, Jan thinks.
"do you mind if i have a seat somewhere?" he asks venus, blankly.
"just sit anywhere. i don't mind, but if the pokemon object you might have to move."
venus goes back to her work. sol sits up (or. well. tries to), petting seaweed a couple times before shifting slightly to face jan.
they look. uh. not good. they're a lot paler than usual on account of extreme blood loss from the whole thing a while ago, their arms and torso are covered in stitches and partially bandaged, and they've got a shitton of machines attached to them.
"hi!! uh. what are you here for?"
seaweed moves closer to sol, eyeing jan with slight suspicion.
Jan sits down, cross legged, on the floor. he opens her briefcase and takes out mars' pokeball. she stares at it as she responds.
"You asked me to keep an eye on Sol."
Jan keeps looking at the ball, tossing it from hand to hand. she's mostly still, and still has a blank expression.
"and so here I am. I guess I wanted to do that now, even if...."
he trails off into thought, an awkward silence falls over the room. this is probably the most thoughtful anyone's ever seen Jan. there's too much going on in her head for his usual curtness and bluntness. He doesn't notice Seaweed.
sol coughs slightly. they glance at jan, laughing apologetically.
"sorry, i'm not sick or anything. just fucked up a lung."
he looks down, assessing the awkwardness of the situation. she's seen their internal organs. that's got to count for something, right? they wince a little and make a small noise of discomfort as they shifts around in bed.
"also, it's fine. i'm not mad."
she's legitimately sincere, but her tone is a bit off. might be because they're still trying to process it all.
"of course you aren't." Says Jan. Sol's lack of reason doesn't surprise her. She could take advantage of this but he won't. He failed.
"are you healing well?" She asks. Fuck, it's only been two days. "Er- when will your. Your body. Be operational again?"
He attempts to push some sympathy into that last bit . It probably didn't work. She doesn't know. He stares at Sol. This is her fault, and he knows it.
He sets Mars in a pocket and stands up again.
"uh. i'm not entirely sure about the first part. everything just kinda hurts."
he appears to speak and act in a more dulled, so to speak, way, that doesn't translate over to his texts. even though they've reverted back to being cutesy online, there's just a sense of vague melancholy when around them in real life.
"it'll be at least a few weeks before i get out of here. a bit more before i return to work. are you alright? i mean, since you saw my organs and everything."
"oh, no, no, no- i'm. i'm not the one to be worried about. you're in the hospital. your organs are back- back inside you, and, er. It was a passing moment, Sol. We need to... to let this pass."
Jan's eyes are fixed on the wall behind Sol. he's not usually eye contact- prone, but she seems especially avoidant today. he doesn't seem to believe his own words- he's shakier now. she sits down again. she starts standing up, but then he sits down again.
"The lab is doing well. Maple has not yet stopped by. If you- well, you're hospitalized. not much you can do. my apologies, sir- ma'am- Mr Flare."
"no, seriously, are you okay?"
sol looks at her, head tilted, really weirded out. it's the first time they've seen him be so... agitated. they don't know how to approach this situation, so they just sit back and mess with the bandages on their arms. she shouldn't be doing that.
his gaze flits around the room, settling on seaweed. they blink a couple times and pet her.
"it's okay if you tell our coworkers what's going on. they should know, i think."
"stop adjusting your bandages." says Jan. "and- they don't. I don't want." Jan stops mid-scentence. what sol asked first has hit her. "I'm fine. i'm shaken, but. Reasonably so. There's no reason I can't- can't behave normally. There's no reason I shouldn't work. The people there, they need someone keeping them on task- I know I would were I in their shoes."
She pauses. "I don't want to let them down, to- to deprive them of order." she has no idea if they like how he leads the lab. he's guessing, frankly. She doesn't know much about how other people feel about her. He never cared, really, so long as she was doing the proper thing- the safest thing, the most conventional thing. "sorry."
sol... laughs? he's not mocking, but he is laughing.
"you think they need order? you think they need people to keep them doing things? i don't do jack shit in terms of management and we still get work done."
they quickly change the topic, trying to address jan's talking points.
"also, you just saw someone's innards. i don't think that counts as an event that causes people to behave normally," she says, refusing to address neither the suicide-attempt thing nor the thing going on with jan's self-blame. he'd make a 'get a therapist' joke, but it's definitely not going to be good considering the context.
"Mr Flare." Starts Jan. She stops talking, to think, and fidgets with the buttons on her lab coat. She's unsure what to say. "It's no secret that your management strategies were... Suboptimal."
She assumed other people also disliked it. After all, what was better than being told precisely what to do? All you had to do was go along with it and there was no chance of failure.
"you were the one whose innards I saw. I think having your sides on full view is worse than seeing someone else's. Solaris, you don't need to worry about me. Spare me your anxieties, it's clear you're in... some sort of... situation."
"oh! uh. i'm fine."
she speaks with the kind of voice you use when you just want people to stop fucking talking about something. he's heard this sort of thing from so many people in the last few days that if he had weapon access he'd go apeshit and start killing people or something.
they think on their lab management. it's very loose, to say the least– as long as deadlines are being fulfilled, the labmon are happy, and no one's getting hurt, she doesn't really care what happens. yeah, this means that everything kind of looks like total chaos to an outsider, but it works. so it's not stupid.
"and sorry if i didn't tell you earlier. sol isn't a nickname."
"Glad to know the hospital's doing its job, Sol." replies Jan. he didn't pick up on the irritated ton. "but I did... cause the thing that caused... this. and I am sorry and I should have been more forceful and I should have done more. I have been a coward and I got you hurt and I am sorry."
"uh. okay."
they don't really believe it's jan's fault. like. at all. but she's blaming himself and this is a really awkward situation to be in so they just. go along with it. the awkwardness is mildly terrifying. sol retracts into the blanket pile. he's too tired to deal with whatever this is.
"goddamnit, Sol." says Jan, he pauses for a moment "I- you're my superior. I shouldn't have talked back to you. Thank you for- for forgiving me."
She's more obviously shaky now. Jan's started pacing in the small space on the floor not occupied by pokemon. "I hope- that- that you- get well soon- and- and- and. goodbye." He leaves the room, and closes the door a little too gently, like she's making a point of not slamming it.

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//thread starter for @purriors
Jan stands outside of the hospital. his fists are in his labcoat's pockets- she came here straight from work. she looks up at the building, nervous. She has to visit Sol, it's her goddamn job. and he failed at it. but he has to do it anyways.
He steps up to the doors, a grumpy expression on his face. he walks up to the secretary. "it's visiting hour, right?" she asks. the secretary shrinks behind their desk a little, and nods. "I would like to visit Sol Flare- she's in room (###)" He sends Sol a quick message- I'm here. I will be seeing you soon. I'm sorry.
sol replies with "ok!! :3".
their room is fairly standard. all the machines and stuff to deal with the whole disemboweled thing, a bunch of pokemon around to keep an eye on sol, and a shaking figure under a pile of blankets. venus sits at the small desk next to the bed, doing work. well, more like pretending to do work to try and discreetly keep an eye on sol.
she turns to face the door when it clicks, "hi, jan! nice to see you're visiting."
Janvier stands in the doorway for a second. "I- yes. I am." he looks shaken up. Seeing Sol like this, knowing- feeling that it's her fault, it's... it hurts, a little. a lot even. he tries to hide it but his hand is gripping her briefcase too hard and she's shaking uncontrollably.
He looks around for a place to sit. there's a lot of pokemon, they're many places.
She eyes Sol's shaking form. he looks. bad, Jan thinks.
"do you mind if i have a seat somewhere?" he asks venus, blankly.
"just sit anywhere. i don't mind, but if the pokemon object you might have to move."
venus goes back to her work. sol sits up (or. well. tries to), petting seaweed a couple times before shifting slightly to face jan.
they look. uh. not good. they're a lot paler than usual on account of extreme blood loss from the whole thing a while ago, their arms and torso are covered in stitches and partially bandaged, and they've got a shitton of machines attached to them.
"hi!! uh. what are you here for?"
seaweed moves closer to sol, eyeing jan with slight suspicion.
Jan sits down, cross legged, on the floor. he opens her briefcase and takes out mars' pokeball. she stares at it as she responds.
"You asked me to keep an eye on Sol."
Jan keeps looking at the ball, tossing it from hand to hand. she's mostly still, and still has a blank expression.
"and so here I am. I guess I wanted to do that now, even if...."
he trails off into thought, an awkward silence falls over the room. this is probably the most thoughtful anyone's ever seen Jan. there's too much going on in her head for his usual curtness and bluntness. He doesn't notice Seaweed.
sol coughs slightly. they glance at jan, laughing apologetically.
"sorry, i'm not sick or anything. just fucked up a lung."
he looks down, assessing the awkwardness of the situation. she's seen their internal organs. that's got to count for something, right? they wince a little and make a small noise of discomfort as they shifts around in bed.
"also, it's fine. i'm not mad."
she's legitimately sincere, but her tone is a bit off. might be because they're still trying to process it all.
"of course you aren't." Says Jan. Sol's lack of reason doesn't surprise her. She could take advantage of this but he won't. He failed.
"are you healing well?" She asks. Fuck, it's only been two days. "Er- when will your. Your body. Be operational again?"
He attempts to push some sympathy into that last bit . It probably didn't work. She doesn't know. He stares at Sol. This is her fault, and he knows it.
He sets Mars in a pocket and stands up again.
"uh. i'm not entirely sure about the first part. everything just kinda hurts."
he appears to speak and act in a more dulled, so to speak, way, that doesn't translate over to his texts. even though they've reverted back to being cutesy online, there's just a sense of vague melancholy when around them in real life.
"it'll be at least a few weeks before i get out of here. a bit more before i return to work. are you alright? i mean, since you saw my organs and everything."
"oh, no, no, no- i'm. i'm not the one to be worried about. you're in the hospital. your organs are back- back inside you, and, er. It was a passing moment, Sol. We need to... to let this pass."
Jan's eyes are fixed on the wall behind Sol. he's not usually eye contact- prone, but she seems especially avoidant today. he doesn't seem to believe his own words- he's shakier now. she sits down again. she starts standing up, but then he sits down again.
"The lab is doing well. Maple has not yet stopped by. If you- well, you're hospitalized. not much you can do. my apologies, sir- ma'am- Mr Flare."
"no, seriously, are you okay?"
sol looks at her, head tilted, really weirded out. it's the first time they've seen him be so... agitated. they don't know how to approach this situation, so they just sit back and mess with the bandages on their arms. she shouldn't be doing that.
his gaze flits around the room, settling on seaweed. they blink a couple times and pet her.
"it's okay if you tell our coworkers what's going on. they should know, i think."
"stop adjusting your bandages." says Jan. "and- they don't. I don't want." Jan stops mid-scentence. what sol asked first has hit her. "I'm fine. i'm shaken, but. Reasonably so. There's no reason I can't- can't behave normally. There's no reason I shouldn't work. The people there, they need someone keeping them on task- I know I would were I in their shoes."
She pauses. "I don't want to let them down, to- to deprive them of order." she has no idea if they like how he leads the lab. he's guessing, frankly. She doesn't know much about how other people feel about her. He never cared, really, so long as she was doing the proper thing- the safest thing, the most conventional thing. "sorry."
sol... laughs? he's not mocking, but he is laughing.
"you think they need order? you think they need people to keep them doing things? i don't do jack shit in terms of management and we still get work done."
they quickly change the topic, trying to address jan's talking points.
"also, you just saw someone's innards. i don't think that counts as an event that causes people to behave normally," she says, refusing to address neither the suicide-attempt thing nor the thing going on with jan's self-blame. he'd make a 'get a therapist' joke, but it's definitely not going to be good considering the context.
"Mr Flare." Starts Jan. She stops talking, to think, and fidgets with the buttons on her lab coat. She's unsure what to say. "It's no secret that your management strategies were... Suboptimal."
She assumed other people also disliked it. After all, what was better than being told precisely what to do? All you had to do was go along with it and there was no chance of failure.
"you were the one whose innards I saw. I think having your sides on full view is worse than seeing someone else's. Solaris, you don't need to worry about me. Spare me your anxieties, it's clear you're in... some sort of... situation."
"oh! uh. i'm fine."
she speaks with the kind of voice you use when you just want people to stop fucking talking about something. he's heard this sort of thing from so many people in the last few days that if he had weapon access he'd go apeshit and start killing people or something.
they think on their lab management. it's very loose, to say the least– as long as deadlines are being fulfilled, the labmon are happy, and no one's getting hurt, she doesn't really care what happens. yeah, this means that everything kind of looks like total chaos to an outsider, but it works. so it's not stupid.
"and sorry if i didn't tell you earlier. sol isn't a nickname."
"Glad to know the hospital's doing its job, Sol." replies Jan. he didn't pick up on the irritated ton. "but I did... cause the thing that caused... this. and I am sorry and I should have been more forceful and I should have done more. I have been a coward and I got you hurt and I am sorry."
//thread starter for @purriors
Jan stands outside of the hospital. his fists are in his labcoat's pockets- she came here straight from work. she looks up at the building, nervous. She has to visit Sol, it's her goddamn job. and he failed at it. but he has to do it anyways.
He steps up to the doors, a grumpy expression on his face. he walks up to the secretary. "it's visiting hour, right?" she asks. the secretary shrinks behind their desk a little, and nods. "I would like to visit Sol Flare- she's in room (###)" He sends Sol a quick message- I'm here. I will be seeing you soon. I'm sorry.
sol replies with "ok!! :3".
their room is fairly standard. all the machines and stuff to deal with the whole disemboweled thing, a bunch of pokemon around to keep an eye on sol, and a shaking figure under a pile of blankets. venus sits at the small desk next to the bed, doing work. well, more like pretending to do work to try and discreetly keep an eye on sol.
she turns to face the door when it clicks, "hi, jan! nice to see you're visiting."
Janvier stands in the doorway for a second. "I- yes. I am." he looks shaken up. Seeing Sol like this, knowing- feeling that it's her fault, it's... it hurts, a little. a lot even. he tries to hide it but his hand is gripping her briefcase too hard and she's shaking uncontrollably.
He looks around for a place to sit. there's a lot of pokemon, they're many places.
She eyes Sol's shaking form. he looks. bad, Jan thinks.
"do you mind if i have a seat somewhere?" he asks venus, blankly.
"just sit anywhere. i don't mind, but if the pokemon object you might have to move."
venus goes back to her work. sol sits up (or. well. tries to), petting seaweed a couple times before shifting slightly to face jan.
they look. uh. not good. they're a lot paler than usual on account of extreme blood loss from the whole thing a while ago, their arms and torso are covered in stitches and partially bandaged, and they've got a shitton of machines attached to them.
"hi!! uh. what are you here for?"
seaweed moves closer to sol, eyeing jan with slight suspicion.
Jan sits down, cross legged, on the floor. he opens her briefcase and takes out mars' pokeball. she stares at it as she responds.
"You asked me to keep an eye on Sol."
Jan keeps looking at the ball, tossing it from hand to hand. she's mostly still, and still has a blank expression.
"and so here I am. I guess I wanted to do that now, even if...."
he trails off into thought, an awkward silence falls over the room. this is probably the most thoughtful anyone's ever seen Jan. there's too much going on in her head for his usual curtness and bluntness. He doesn't notice Seaweed.
sol coughs slightly. they glance at jan, laughing apologetically.
"sorry, i'm not sick or anything. just fucked up a lung."
he looks down, assessing the awkwardness of the situation. she's seen their internal organs. that's got to count for something, right? they wince a little and make a small noise of discomfort as they shifts around in bed.
"also, it's fine. i'm not mad."
she's legitimately sincere, but her tone is a bit off. might be because they're still trying to process it all.
"of course you aren't." Says Jan. Sol's lack of reason doesn't surprise her. She could take advantage of this but he won't. He failed.
"are you healing well?" She asks. Fuck, it's only been two days. "Er- when will your. Your body. Be operational again?"
He attempts to push some sympathy into that last bit . It probably didn't work. She doesn't know. He stares at Sol. This is her fault, and he knows it.
He sets Mars in a pocket and stands up again.
"uh. i'm not entirely sure about the first part. everything just kinda hurts."
he appears to speak and act in a more dulled, so to speak, way, that doesn't translate over to his texts. even though they've reverted back to being cutesy online, there's just a sense of vague melancholy when around them in real life.
"it'll be at least a few weeks before i get out of here. a bit more before i return to work. are you alright? i mean, since you saw my organs and everything."
"oh, no, no, no- i'm. i'm not the one to be worried about. you're in the hospital. your organs are back- back inside you, and, er. It was a passing moment, Sol. We need to... to let this pass."
Jan's eyes are fixed on the wall behind Sol. he's not usually eye contact- prone, but she seems especially avoidant today. he doesn't seem to believe his own words- he's shakier now. she sits down again. she starts standing up, but then he sits down again.
"The lab is doing well. Maple has not yet stopped by. If you- well, you're hospitalized. not much you can do. my apologies, sir- ma'am- Mr Flare."
"no, seriously, are you okay?"
sol looks at her, head tilted, really weirded out. it's the first time they've seen him be so... agitated. they don't know how to approach this situation, so they just sit back and mess with the bandages on their arms. she shouldn't be doing that.
his gaze flits around the room, settling on seaweed. they blink a couple times and pet her.
"it's okay if you tell our coworkers what's going on. they should know, i think."
"stop adjusting your bandages." says Jan. "and- they don't. I don't want." Jan stops mid-scentence. what sol asked first has hit her. "I'm fine. i'm shaken, but. Reasonably so. There's no reason I can't- can't behave normally. There's no reason I shouldn't work. The people there, they need someone keeping them on task- I know I would were I in their shoes."
She pauses. "I don't want to let them down, to- to deprive them of order." she has no idea if they like how he leads the lab. he's guessing, frankly. She doesn't know much about how other people feel about her. He never cared, really, so long as she was doing the proper thing- the safest thing, the most conventional thing. "sorry."
sol... laughs? he's not mocking, but he is laughing.
"you think they need order? you think they need people to keep them doing things? i don't do jack shit in terms of management and we still get work done."
they quickly change the topic, trying to address jan's talking points.
"also, you just saw someone's innards. i don't think that counts as an event that causes people to behave normally," she says, refusing to address neither the suicide-attempt thing nor the thing going on with jan's self-blame. he'd make a 'get a therapist' joke, but it's definitely not going to be good considering the context.
"Mr Flare." Starts Jan. She stops talking, to think, and fidgets with the buttons on her lab coat. She's unsure what to say. "It's no secret that your management strategies were... Suboptimal."
She assumed other people also disliked it. After all, what was better than being told precisely what to do? All you had to do was go along with it and there was no chance of failure.
"you were the one whose innards I saw. I think having your sides on full view is worse than seeing someone else's. Solaris, you don't need to worry about me. Spare me your anxieties, it's clear you're in... some sort of... situation."