10 BRAINS; voice

[livable]

I'm not the greatest ad spokesperson in the world, but as usual, if you know science, the Genessian Scientific Research Foundation could use your help. We're seriously understaffed right now and the more people we have working, the more likely we are to find something. I'm a surgeon-turned-assistant medical examiner-turned-pathologist, there are only so many possibilities I can cover or you'd probably be getting more frequent updates, Genessia.

How many of you are from the U.S.? I know this isn't exactly the home-of-the-brave here, but I'll admit to missing out on barbecues and fireworks. Is anyone doing anything tomorrow?

locked to blaine (or action if he's around the apt or her work, whichever you want)
Where have you been?

action for toby
[ Liv had categorically refused to go into Everglade unless someone needed her help. Fortunately, there were enough healers around that it hadn't really become an issue. Not enough that anyone ever sent out a call for a medical doctor anyway. All of those people tended to end up at a hospital of some kind if they weren't healed immediately.

Which is why when she was on her way to meet Toby, she always insisted they meet at the Everglade gate. She'd found that it was kind of nice having a person around who understood why she couldn't tell her secret who wasn't also busy with work all the time (David, as good of a friend as he was to her) or seemed to think it was a big cosmic joke (Blaine, the man who infected her in the first place). As it turned out, as with back home, the more people she could trust the better she felt about anything. Even if she still hadn't found her purpose, she was still trying. THat was better than the first time- no couch-bound Liv today.

She wasn't sure where they were going today, just that they'd decided to hang out, so Liv waited by the archway gate, messing around on her phone while she waited. ]

Comments

action;

[livable]

I can't guarantee you will or won't get a cancer patient, but I'm not going to give you the reject brains. I'd just rather keep any suspicious deaths for myself in case there's something I can actually help with.

[ She's pretty sure at this point she should be opening up her own charcuterie. Except she doesn't charge anyone and the law enforcement leader is aware, so it's a good way to keep competition from arising. ]

Music.. teacher? [ At least that way you only have to be good and not popular. ]

action;

[pathosis]

How's that going by the way? Your zombie psychic crime-solver thing.

[ liv monopolized the market on body parts / organs. way to go. ]

Most of my students would be teenagers. [ LIV. ]

Re: action;

[livable]

Here? The lack of detective willing to work with me doesn't really help. I'm stuck wandering around trying to find information I don't have access to to trigger visions and trying to send anonymous tips in to the police station because if there's one thing I know very clearly, psychic visions don't really count as evidence in court.

[ So at least he's not the only one displaced from his preferred professions. ]

Teenagers which I assume, if you taught at an actual business like the theater or one of the trade academies or even the local music shop, the students would be on a list and accounted for unless you don't want brains anymore.

action;

[pathosis]

You'd think there would be some sort of law about that here covering psychic visions. Considering the group around these parts, you can't people the only person being "psychic."

[ siiiigh ]

I'm not saying I would do anything. But you made such a big deal out of that. I'll look into it.

action;

[livable]

Considering that the second I didn't seem to function like other psychics and someone actually questioned it, I'd rather avoid the spotlight anyway.

[ She gives him a semi-patronizing smile, but at least it's a smile. ] At least it's still something you can enjoy.