#drgemmappt

Somewhere, a snowball in hell is standing a chance.

But, Dr. Gemma hugs back on instinct, despite her face instantly growing pale, then red again and changing back again and again. It was making her feel light headed.

"Yep." Gemma chirped. Her office was roughly the size of Stella Greyber's to accommodate any BBI toys that needed to come in. The walls were a calming indigo, the floor was plush carpet for bare feet, and for sitting were plush chairs, a couple of bean bags, and a stereotypical couch for someone to lie down on. There was also a bookshelf on one wall, a box of non-living toys in another corner, and of course Gemma's desk and computer just up against a fake window.

My muse has been injured severely and is unable to really move. The attack was meant to harm your muse but my muse jumped in the way. Send "Why did you do that?" To hear what my muse has to say.

She ignored him, ignored the bite and the warm spread of blood filling the sleeve of her lab coat. All she could do was stare down the toy who did it as his long body started to travel up the wall and towards the ceiling.

"P.J, go to your room." she firmly ordered. The toy seemed to consider them a moment before changing direction and meandering away from them. His long body was still snaking away as she finally turned her attention to Harley.

Dr. Gemma does love her toys and celebrates all their milestones, accomplishments and special days.

Except birthdays.

She's tried before, but to call the day a toy is successfully made a "birthday" brings them to tears.

Instead, she quietly gives them something to comfort them with.

Today is Catnap's birthday. He does like comfy pillows, so she has a new one to give him for his cat bed. When asked she'll give her usual smile and say:

The large cat through himself against the walls trying hurt himself snag himself on anything "I wish I died ! I miss my friend's! " On the camera a sob is heard "....what did I do wrong why do adults ...hurt me... I'm sorry for existing! Okay?! I'm sorry for living ..." He's banging his head ..

@theokitty

As soon as Dr. Nightingale hears over the work radios that Catnap needed to be restrained in his cell, she sprints for it as fast as she can, restrictions and permissions be damned.

"Let me in! Let me get to him!" she yelled at the guards, who quickly started restraining her instead. "Let go of me! I can help him! I can save him!" The guards were grabbing her by the lab coat, which she slipped out of and ran to the door of his cell.

"So, the good news is we're snowed in the factory! The bad news is we're snowed in the factory. How was this good news?"

She paused, thinking about her own question.

@computerised-scientist

"Reports from this month's Game Station tests, and submitting them. I hate helping to fill these out and file them to Research.