WS-01 - Elena

Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.

The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.

It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.

“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”

Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.

So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.

Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.

She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.

A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,

All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.

“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.

"Hello Elena." Cucurucho's smile could almost be heard as they put their communicator inbetween their shoulder and ear. They fumble with about the fourth gifted flower arrangement in their house. "I recieved a missed call earlier, everything alright?"

Her paws grip her communicator. That decision wouldn’t be wise now, she thinks. At least it’s always nice to hear Rucho.

“I’m,” she looks in the direction of the code, “I’m alright. Working as always.”

There’s less enthusiasm to it. At least less than what she tries to push. It’s hard to enjoy work anymore when it doubles as a torment.

“The office has been really quiet recently. That or I’m spending too much time in one place.” The communicator is moved up closer to her ears and she moves to sit in her chair. She chuckles. “I’m still not very sure of my permissions on leaving the building.”

"I'd love if you came visit me," They nervously chuckle, attempting to move the conversation. Their paws absentmindedly tap the counter. "You can get a bit of fresh air, and we could talk face to face again..."

That makes it sound like Rucho would give her a reason to leave the office more. Truthfully they would. There isn’t really a lot for Elena to accomplish beyond Federation walls.

“It’s just,” there’s hesitation as she speaks, “there is some specimens I have to keep an eye on. I’m sure they don’t need my constant attention but I don’t know if Bureau thinks the same.” From the base of the chair she receive a disapproving glare from the rat.

"I'm really happy that she's home, I think you'd like her too." Osito doesn't bother hiding the smile in its voice. It shakes its head, circling back to Elena's own work. "For your experiments, don't you think some workers would be able to help you out?"

“I’m sure they would.” Without a doubt at least one of them would. “This one though I think only me and the Bureau really know. A couple other workers do as well.”

Now that it’s the topic of conversation she realizes there’s no reason to have kept the Code a secret like it is. That was mostly Elena’s doing. The Bureau to some degree wouldn’t care who all knew so long as they didn’t tamper with it. Elena was the only one afraid of it.

“There’s been multiple sightings, but not enough to draw concerns. My current assumption is they spread like a parasite to a host. They seem to attack the children of the residents, most incidents involve them. They are easy to spot with a green and black coloration.”

When she looks away from her communicator towards the glass barrier she sees the Code sporting an average worker outfit. “If they let you find them, that is.”

Their paw taps against the back of their comm, an absentminded action while their actual mind runs through multiple thoughts and questions about the whole ordeal. Their biggest concern is safety.

While she speaks she runs a paw through her hair. Maybe it’s her not thinking right, but what would it hurt to tell Rucho. All things considered more of a warning than anything.

“I’m going to lose it. Maybe I need rebooted or something but from the one we have in the Federation alone they are fully aware of everything. It will learn, it will change, it will blend in. I can’t believe I have to say I’m not sure if I’m the scientist here or if I’m the lab rat.”

They open their mouth, then closes it. Their paw brushes one of the framed photos on their coffee table. It's them and their family. Osito sighs, at a soft realization.

"I don't believe the Code would be able to tell anybody anything, it's in containment, isn't it? Plus if it does, who would believe it?" Rucho says, "As much.. as it could turn into or talk about you, I think anybody in our staff would look to you first. They trust you, Elena. You're one of our top workers.. You're important, too much to lose or to overwork."

“You’re kind, Rucho. I appreciate it.” Elena moves to sit herself back up. “I could try calling more often, but I don’t want to take you from your family. I can try, though.”

Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.

The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.

It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.

“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”

Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.

So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.

Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.

She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.

A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,

All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.

“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.

"Hello Elena." Cucurucho's smile could almost be heard as they put their communicator inbetween their shoulder and ear. They fumble with about the fourth gifted flower arrangement in their house. "I recieved a missed call earlier, everything alright?"

Her paws grip her communicator. That decision wouldn’t be wise now, she thinks. At least it’s always nice to hear Rucho.

“I’m,” she looks in the direction of the code, “I’m alright. Working as always.”

There’s less enthusiasm to it. At least less than what she tries to push. It’s hard to enjoy work anymore when it doubles as a torment.

“The office has been really quiet recently. That or I’m spending too much time in one place.” The communicator is moved up closer to her ears and she moves to sit in her chair. She chuckles. “I’m still not very sure of my permissions on leaving the building.”

"I'd love if you came visit me," They nervously chuckle, attempting to move the conversation. Their paws absentmindedly tap the counter. "You can get a bit of fresh air, and we could talk face to face again..."

That makes it sound like Rucho would give her a reason to leave the office more. Truthfully they would. There isn’t really a lot for Elena to accomplish beyond Federation walls.

“It’s just,” there’s hesitation as she speaks, “there is some specimens I have to keep an eye on. I’m sure they don’t need my constant attention but I don’t know if Bureau thinks the same.” From the base of the chair she receive a disapproving glare from the rat.

"I'm really happy that she's home, I think you'd like her too." Osito doesn't bother hiding the smile in its voice. It shakes its head, circling back to Elena's own work. "For your experiments, don't you think some workers would be able to help you out?"

“I’m sure they would.” Without a doubt at least one of them would. “This one though I think only me and the Bureau really know. A couple other workers do as well.”

Now that it’s the topic of conversation she realizes there’s no reason to have kept the Code a secret like it is. That was mostly Elena’s doing. The Bureau to some degree wouldn’t care who all knew so long as they didn’t tamper with it. Elena was the only one afraid of it.

“There’s been multiple sightings, but not enough to draw concerns. My current assumption is they spread like a parasite to a host. They seem to attack the children of the residents, most incidents involve them. They are easy to spot with a green and black coloration.”

When she looks away from her communicator towards the glass barrier she sees the Code sporting an average worker outfit. “If they let you find them, that is.”

Their paw taps against the back of their comm, an absentminded action while their actual mind runs through multiple thoughts and questions about the whole ordeal. Their biggest concern is safety.

While she speaks she runs a paw through her hair. Maybe it’s her not thinking right, but what would it hurt to tell Rucho. All things considered more of a warning than anything.

“I’m going to lose it. Maybe I need rebooted or something but from the one we have in the Federation alone they are fully aware of everything. It will learn, it will change, it will blend in. I can’t believe I have to say I’m not sure if I’m the scientist here or if I’m the lab rat.”

They open their mouth, then closes it. Their paw brushes one of the framed photos on their coffee table. It's them and their family. Osito sighs, at a soft realization.

Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.

The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.

It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.

“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”

Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.

So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.

Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.

She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.

A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,

All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.

“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.

"Hello Elena." Cucurucho's smile could almost be heard as they put their communicator inbetween their shoulder and ear. They fumble with about the fourth gifted flower arrangement in their house. "I recieved a missed call earlier, everything alright?"

Her paws grip her communicator. That decision wouldn’t be wise now, she thinks. At least it’s always nice to hear Rucho.

“I’m,” she looks in the direction of the code, “I’m alright. Working as always.”

There’s less enthusiasm to it. At least less than what she tries to push. It’s hard to enjoy work anymore when it doubles as a torment.

“The office has been really quiet recently. That or I’m spending too much time in one place.” The communicator is moved up closer to her ears and she moves to sit in her chair. She chuckles. “I’m still not very sure of my permissions on leaving the building.”

"I'd love if you came visit me," They nervously chuckle, attempting to move the conversation. Their paws absentmindedly tap the counter. "You can get a bit of fresh air, and we could talk face to face again..."

That makes it sound like Rucho would give her a reason to leave the office more. Truthfully they would. There isn’t really a lot for Elena to accomplish beyond Federation walls.

“It’s just,” there’s hesitation as she speaks, “there is some specimens I have to keep an eye on. I’m sure they don’t need my constant attention but I don’t know if Bureau thinks the same.” From the base of the chair she receive a disapproving glare from the rat.

"I'm really happy that she's home, I think you'd like her too." Osito doesn't bother hiding the smile in its voice. It shakes its head, circling back to Elena's own work. "For your experiments, don't you think some workers would be able to help you out?"

“I’m sure they would.” Without a doubt at least one of them would. “This one though I think only me and the Bureau really know. A couple other workers do as well.”

Now that it’s the topic of conversation she realizes there’s no reason to have kept the Code a secret like it is. That was mostly Elena’s doing. The Bureau to some degree wouldn’t care who all knew so long as they didn’t tamper with it. Elena was the only one afraid of it.

“There’s been multiple sightings, but not enough to draw concerns. My current assumption is they spread like a parasite to a host. They seem to attack the children of the residents, most incidents involve them. They are easy to spot with a green and black coloration.”

When she looks away from her communicator towards the glass barrier she sees the Code sporting an average worker outfit. “If they let you find them, that is.”

Their paw taps against the back of their comm, an absentminded action while their actual mind runs through multiple thoughts and questions about the whole ordeal. Their biggest concern is safety.

While she speaks she runs a paw through her hair. Maybe it’s her not thinking right, but what would it hurt to tell Rucho. All things considered more of a warning than anything.

“I’m going to lose it. Maybe I need rebooted or something but from the one we have in the Federation alone they are fully aware of everything. It will learn, it will change, it will blend in. I can’t believe I have to say I’m not sure if I’m the scientist here or if I’m the lab rat.”

Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.

The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.

It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.

“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”

Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.

So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.

Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.

She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.

A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,

All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.

“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.

"Hello Elena." Cucurucho's smile could almost be heard as they put their communicator inbetween their shoulder and ear. They fumble with about the fourth gifted flower arrangement in their house. "I recieved a missed call earlier, everything alright?"

Her paws grip her communicator. That decision wouldn’t be wise now, she thinks. At least it’s always nice to hear Rucho.

“I’m,” she looks in the direction of the code, “I’m alright. Working as always.”

There’s less enthusiasm to it. At least less than what she tries to push. It’s hard to enjoy work anymore when it doubles as a torment.

“The office has been really quiet recently. That or I’m spending too much time in one place.” The communicator is moved up closer to her ears and she moves to sit in her chair. She chuckles. “I’m still not very sure of my permissions on leaving the building.”

"I'd love if you came visit me," They nervously chuckle, attempting to move the conversation. Their paws absentmindedly tap the counter. "You can get a bit of fresh air, and we could talk face to face again..."

That makes it sound like Rucho would give her a reason to leave the office more. Truthfully they would. There isn’t really a lot for Elena to accomplish beyond Federation walls.

“It’s just,” there’s hesitation as she speaks, “there is some specimens I have to keep an eye on. I’m sure they don’t need my constant attention but I don’t know if Bureau thinks the same.” From the base of the chair she receive a disapproving glare from the rat.

"I'm really happy that she's home, I think you'd like her too." Osito doesn't bother hiding the smile in its voice. It shakes its head, circling back to Elena's own work. "For your experiments, don't you think some workers would be able to help you out?"

“I’m sure they would.” Without a doubt at least one of them would. “This one though I think only me and the Bureau really know. A couple other workers do as well.”

Now that it’s the topic of conversation she realizes there’s no reason to have kept the Code a secret like it is. That was mostly Elena’s doing. The Bureau to some degree wouldn’t care who all knew so long as they didn’t tamper with it. Elena was the only one afraid of it.

“There’s been multiple sightings, but not enough to draw concerns. My current assumption is they spread like a parasite to a host. They seem to attack the children of the residents, most incidents involve them. They are easy to spot with a green and black coloration.”

When she looks away from her communicator towards the glass barrier she sees the Code sporting an average worker outfit. “If they let you find them, that is.”

Their paw taps against the back of their comm, an absentminded action while their actual mind runs through multiple thoughts and questions about the whole ordeal. Their biggest concern is safety.

While she speaks she runs a paw through her hair. Maybe it’s her not thinking right, but what would it hurt to tell Rucho. All things considered more of a warning than anything.

“I’m going to lose it. Maybe I need rebooted or something but from the one we have in the Federation alone they are fully aware of everything. It will learn, it will change, it will blend in. I can’t believe I have to say I’m not sure if I’m the scientist here or if I’m the lab rat.”

Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.

The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.

It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.

“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”

Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.

So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.

Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.

She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.

A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,

All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.

“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.

"Hello Elena." Cucurucho's smile could almost be heard as they put their communicator inbetween their shoulder and ear. They fumble with about the fourth gifted flower arrangement in their house. "I recieved a missed call earlier, everything alright?"

Her paws grip her communicator. That decision wouldn’t be wise now, she thinks. At least it’s always nice to hear Rucho.

“I’m,” she looks in the direction of the code, “I’m alright. Working as always.”

There’s less enthusiasm to it. At least less than what she tries to push. It’s hard to enjoy work anymore when it doubles as a torment.

“The office has been really quiet recently. That or I’m spending too much time in one place.” The communicator is moved up closer to her ears and she moves to sit in her chair. She chuckles. “I’m still not very sure of my permissions on leaving the building.”

"I'd love if you came visit me," They nervously chuckle, attempting to move the conversation. Their paws absentmindedly tap the counter. "You can get a bit of fresh air, and we could talk face to face again..."

That makes it sound like Rucho would give her a reason to leave the office more. Truthfully they would. There isn’t really a lot for Elena to accomplish beyond Federation walls.

“It’s just,” there’s hesitation as she speaks, “there is some specimens I have to keep an eye on. I’m sure they don’t need my constant attention but I don’t know if Bureau thinks the same.” From the base of the chair she receive a disapproving glare from the rat.

"I'm really happy that she's home, I think you'd like her too." Osito doesn't bother hiding the smile in its voice. It shakes its head, circling back to Elena's own work. "For your experiments, don't you think some workers would be able to help you out?"

“I’m sure they would.” Without a doubt at least one of them would. “This one though I think only me and the Bureau really know. A couple other workers do as well.”

Now that it’s the topic of conversation she realizes there’s no reason to have kept the Code a secret like it is. That was mostly Elena’s doing. The Bureau to some degree wouldn’t care who all knew so long as they didn’t tamper with it. Elena was the only one afraid of it.

“There’s been multiple sightings, but not enough to draw concerns. My current assumption is they spread like a parasite to a host. They seem to attack the children of the residents, most incidents involve them. They are easy to spot with a green and black coloration.”

When she looks away from her communicator towards the glass barrier she sees the Code sporting an average worker outfit. “If they let you find them, that is.”

Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.

The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.

It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.

“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”

Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.

So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.

Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.

She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.

A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,

All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.

“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.

"Hello Elena." Cucurucho's smile could almost be heard as they put their communicator inbetween their shoulder and ear. They fumble with about the fourth gifted flower arrangement in their house. "I recieved a missed call earlier, everything alright?"

Her paws grip her communicator. That decision wouldn’t be wise now, she thinks. At least it’s always nice to hear Rucho.

“I’m,” she looks in the direction of the code, “I’m alright. Working as always.”

There’s less enthusiasm to it. At least less than what she tries to push. It’s hard to enjoy work anymore when it doubles as a torment.

“The office has been really quiet recently. That or I’m spending too much time in one place.” The communicator is moved up closer to her ears and she moves to sit in her chair. She chuckles. “I’m still not very sure of my permissions on leaving the building.”

"I'd love if you came visit me," They nervously chuckle, attempting to move the conversation. Their paws absentmindedly tap the counter. "You can get a bit of fresh air, and we could talk face to face again..."

That makes it sound like Rucho would give her a reason to leave the office more. Truthfully they would. There isn’t really a lot for Elena to accomplish beyond Federation walls.

“It’s just,” there’s hesitation as she speaks, “there is some specimens I have to keep an eye on. I’m sure they don’t need my constant attention but I don’t know if Bureau thinks the same.” From the base of the chair she receive a disapproving glare from the rat.

"I'm really happy that she's home, I think you'd like her too." Osito doesn't bother hiding the smile in its voice. It shakes its head, circling back to Elena's own work. "For your experiments, don't you think some workers would be able to help you out?"

“I’m sure they would.” Without a doubt at least one of them would. “This one though I think only me and the Bureau really know. A couple other workers do as well.”

Now that it’s the topic of conversation she realizes there’s no reason to have kept the Code a secret like it is. That was mostly Elena’s doing. The Bureau to some degree wouldn’t care who all knew so long as they didn’t tamper with it. Elena was the only one afraid of it.

Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.

The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.

It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.

“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”

Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.

So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.

Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.

She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.

A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,

All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.

“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.

"Hello Elena." Cucurucho's smile could almost be heard as they put their communicator inbetween their shoulder and ear. They fumble with about the fourth gifted flower arrangement in their house. "I recieved a missed call earlier, everything alright?"

Her paws grip her communicator. That decision wouldn’t be wise now, she thinks. At least it’s always nice to hear Rucho.

“I’m,” she looks in the direction of the code, “I’m alright. Working as always.”

There’s less enthusiasm to it. At least less than what she tries to push. It’s hard to enjoy work anymore when it doubles as a torment.

“The office has been really quiet recently. That or I’m spending too much time in one place.” The communicator is moved up closer to her ears and she moves to sit in her chair. She chuckles. “I’m still not very sure of my permissions on leaving the building.”

"I'd love if you came visit me," They nervously chuckle, attempting to move the conversation. Their paws absentmindedly tap the counter. "You can get a bit of fresh air, and we could talk face to face again..."

That makes it sound like Rucho would give her a reason to leave the office more. Truthfully they would. There isn’t really a lot for Elena to accomplish beyond Federation walls.

“It’s just,” there’s hesitation as she speaks, “there is some specimens I have to keep an eye on. I’m sure they don’t need my constant attention but I don’t know if Bureau thinks the same.” From the base of the chair she receive a disapproving glare from the rat.

"I'm really happy that she's home, I think you'd like her too." Osito doesn't bother hiding the smile in its voice. It shakes its head, circling back to Elena's own work. "For your experiments, don't you think some workers would be able to help you out?"

“I’m sure they would.” Without a doubt at least one of them would. “This one though I think only me and the Bureau really know. A couple other workers do as well.”

Now that it’s the topic of conversation she realizes there’s no reason to have kept the Code a secret like it is. That was mostly Elena’s doing. The Bureau to some degree wouldn’t care who all knew so long as they didn’t tamper with it. Elena was the only one afraid of it.

Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.

The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.

It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.

“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”

Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.

So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.

Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.

She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.

A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,

All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.

“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.

"Hello Elena." Cucurucho's smile could almost be heard as they put their communicator inbetween their shoulder and ear. They fumble with about the fourth gifted flower arrangement in their house. "I recieved a missed call earlier, everything alright?"

Her paws grip her communicator. That decision wouldn’t be wise now, she thinks. At least it’s always nice to hear Rucho.

“I’m,” she looks in the direction of the code, “I’m alright. Working as always.”

There’s less enthusiasm to it. At least less than what she tries to push. It’s hard to enjoy work anymore when it doubles as a torment.

“The office has been really quiet recently. That or I’m spending too much time in one place.” The communicator is moved up closer to her ears and she moves to sit in her chair. She chuckles. “I’m still not very sure of my permissions on leaving the building.”

"I'd love if you came visit me," They nervously chuckle, attempting to move the conversation. Their paws absentmindedly tap the counter. "You can get a bit of fresh air, and we could talk face to face again..."

That makes it sound like Rucho would give her a reason to leave the office more. Truthfully they would. There isn’t really a lot for Elena to accomplish beyond Federation walls.

“It’s just,” there’s hesitation as she speaks, “there is some specimens I have to keep an eye on. I’m sure they don’t need my constant attention but I don’t know if Bureau thinks the same.” From the base of the chair she receive a disapproving glare from the rat.

Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.

The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.

It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.

“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”

Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.

So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.

Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.

She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.

A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,

All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.

“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.

"Hello Elena." Cucurucho's smile could almost be heard as they put their communicator inbetween their shoulder and ear. They fumble with about the fourth gifted flower arrangement in their house. "I recieved a missed call earlier, everything alright?"

Her paws grip her communicator. That decision wouldn’t be wise now, she thinks. At least it’s always nice to hear Rucho.

“I’m,” she looks in the direction of the code, “I’m alright. Working as always.”

There’s less enthusiasm to it. At least less than what she tries to push. It’s hard to enjoy work anymore when it doubles as a torment.

“The office has been really quiet recently. That or I’m spending too much time in one place.” The communicator is moved up closer to her ears and she moves to sit in her chair. She chuckles. “I’m still not very sure of my permissions on leaving the building.”

Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.

The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.

It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.

“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”

Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.

So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.

Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.

She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.

A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,

All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.

“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.

"Hello Elena." Cucurucho's smile could almost be heard as they put their communicator inbetween their shoulder and ear. They fumble with about the fourth gifted flower arrangement in their house. "I recieved a missed call earlier, everything alright?"

Her paws grip her communicator. That decision wouldn’t be wise now, she thinks. At least it’s always nice to hear Rucho.

“I’m,” she looks in the direction of the code, “I’m alright. Working as always.”

There’s less enthusiasm to it. At least less than what she tries to push. It’s hard to enjoy work anymore when it doubles as a torment.

Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.

The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.

It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.

“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”

Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.

So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.

Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.

She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.

A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,

All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.

“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.