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Jul. 2nd, 2015 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poll_the_stars8-2-5-3, types in Yvette. Code to the door, seized from the nearby guard's mind. She'd think an apology in his direction, but she's too busy keeping the mask up. If she fails to keep the mask up... Well, she's going to have one very bad day, now isn't she?
The mask doesn't flicker. The lab coat gives her an official air. She walks into the base like she is late for an appointment and very important and no one stops her. People barely even look at her. One person goes to ask her a question, but she ducks her head and mumbles something about not having her coffee yet (it is rather early) and the person nods understanding and leaves her be. She even goes and grabs a cup of coffee, to look official and sleepy and to buy herself time as she fumbles for a key card that isn't there while waiting for calculations to finish so she can wipe someone's memory of her and keep walking like nothing happened.
She gets cornered at the last checkpoint before the room she knows contains the time machine. She goes and finds an office to hide in as she figures out the exact way she's going to find someone with the codes to this door. She has a clip board. She has coffee. She has a mask and a labcoat and her hair's up in a very neat, scientisty-bun. She's practically an employee. Don't mind her, everyone. And if you do, hold still, she needs to wipe you.
The mask doesn't flicker. The lab coat gives her an official air. She walks into the base like she is late for an appointment and very important and no one stops her. People barely even look at her. One person goes to ask her a question, but she ducks her head and mumbles something about not having her coffee yet (it is rather early) and the person nods understanding and leaves her be. She even goes and grabs a cup of coffee, to look official and sleepy and to buy herself time as she fumbles for a key card that isn't there while waiting for calculations to finish so she can wipe someone's memory of her and keep walking like nothing happened.
She gets cornered at the last checkpoint before the room she knows contains the time machine. She goes and finds an office to hide in as she figures out the exact way she's going to find someone with the codes to this door. She has a clip board. She has coffee. She has a mask and a labcoat and her hair's up in a very neat, scientisty-bun. She's practically an employee. Don't mind her, everyone. And if you do, hold still, she needs to wipe you.
