07-03-2013, 01:31 PM
If it hadn't been for Jim collapsing to the pavement Sid would have collected a sample of the substance right then and there. She probably would have taken her first look at the stuff there, too. Biochemistry is sort of a hobby she'd told Lena once upon a time, and the woman has already once seen the fervor with which the quiet redhead pursues her...hobby.
But getting the larger male awake and up onto his feet and then across the street to her truck took priority. Sid doesn't hold the delay in research and study and tests against him, though, just puts her arm around his waist and her shoulder under his. Unfortunately she doesn't have anything to help with his headache, but maybe there'll be something where they're going.
And where they go first is to the science labs of the Auraria campus colleges. Sid has a key, and if necessary an excuse to use one of them should some other late night researcher happen along. They don't stay long enough for someone to find them out, though, just long enough for Sid to grab a few bottles and some small machine or other to temporarily supplement her makeshift homemade laboratory. Then it's off to the closest Taco Bell because Sid at least is still hungry, and then finally to the DU area and her home, which is dark and quiet when Sid pulls up to the curb. Her roommate is out because Reasons™.
Sid's house, or rather the house she shares with her roommate, is smallish, what some might call quaint. She leads the others through the living room, past the large flat panel television screen attached to the wall and the bookshelves full of movies and the cozy spacious L-shaped couch. Then it's down the stairs to her cool (temperature-wise) living area. Where the upstairs was comfortably furnished, the downstairs area is incredibly sparse. The wide open common area is completely wide open, the only "furniture" a couple of large bean bags on a big stupid area rug with birds embroidered on it.
There are two doors down here. One is ajar, and through the open space the others can tell that it's the bathroom. The other door is closed. Sid, a box of things balanced against one hip, pulls a keyring with only one key out. This is for the deadbolt - yes, deadbolt - that keeps her bedroom door securely closed. The door itself, when it opens, is a little more heavy duty than your standard interior door might be. Inside it's about as sparse and mismatched and threadbare as might be expected. Sid sets her box down on her bed, which is full sized and covered in the sort of cheap blanket one might get at Target (so, nice-ish but not fancy). There are a couple of mismatched bookshelves sparsely populated by books. On the top of one are a series of potted plants, each one a little healthier looking than the last. The desk against the wall is covered in papers, with a stack of boxes that contain various newer computer parts piled up in the corner. The others may notice that there's a complete lack of personal effects. No photographs, no old teddy bears, nothing that tells the story of Sid Rhodes' personal life beyond the things they already know about her. Everything looks like it was purchased at a garage sale or in a thrift store.
Except, of course, the slick looking compound microscope taking up a corner of the desk. That looks new, fancy, and expensive, because it is.
While the others take in the surroundings, Sid shuffles the papers on her desk into a stack and moves that stack to the top of the boxes. Then, perhaps with Jim's assistance, she turns her bedroom into a makeshift laboratory. The bean bags get dragged in for seating beyond the rickety old desk chair or Sid's bed, tacos get distributed, caffeine is consumed, Jim and Sid take turns at the microscope or looking over little pieces of paper or whatever the hell other science-y things they would know how to do but this player does not.
Hours pass. When at last they have their answer, Jim isn't the only one able to translate it to street names.
Sid removes her glasses and rubs at the bridge of her nose. "Why would someone have this?" she asks, and adds quickly. "Someone Awakened, I mean."
But getting the larger male awake and up onto his feet and then across the street to her truck took priority. Sid doesn't hold the delay in research and study and tests against him, though, just puts her arm around his waist and her shoulder under his. Unfortunately she doesn't have anything to help with his headache, but maybe there'll be something where they're going.
And where they go first is to the science labs of the Auraria campus colleges. Sid has a key, and if necessary an excuse to use one of them should some other late night researcher happen along. They don't stay long enough for someone to find them out, though, just long enough for Sid to grab a few bottles and some small machine or other to temporarily supplement her makeshift homemade laboratory. Then it's off to the closest Taco Bell because Sid at least is still hungry, and then finally to the DU area and her home, which is dark and quiet when Sid pulls up to the curb. Her roommate is out because Reasons™.
Sid's house, or rather the house she shares with her roommate, is smallish, what some might call quaint. She leads the others through the living room, past the large flat panel television screen attached to the wall and the bookshelves full of movies and the cozy spacious L-shaped couch. Then it's down the stairs to her cool (temperature-wise) living area. Where the upstairs was comfortably furnished, the downstairs area is incredibly sparse. The wide open common area is completely wide open, the only "furniture" a couple of large bean bags on a big stupid area rug with birds embroidered on it.
There are two doors down here. One is ajar, and through the open space the others can tell that it's the bathroom. The other door is closed. Sid, a box of things balanced against one hip, pulls a keyring with only one key out. This is for the deadbolt - yes, deadbolt - that keeps her bedroom door securely closed. The door itself, when it opens, is a little more heavy duty than your standard interior door might be. Inside it's about as sparse and mismatched and threadbare as might be expected. Sid sets her box down on her bed, which is full sized and covered in the sort of cheap blanket one might get at Target (so, nice-ish but not fancy). There are a couple of mismatched bookshelves sparsely populated by books. On the top of one are a series of potted plants, each one a little healthier looking than the last. The desk against the wall is covered in papers, with a stack of boxes that contain various newer computer parts piled up in the corner. The others may notice that there's a complete lack of personal effects. No photographs, no old teddy bears, nothing that tells the story of Sid Rhodes' personal life beyond the things they already know about her. Everything looks like it was purchased at a garage sale or in a thrift store.
Except, of course, the slick looking compound microscope taking up a corner of the desk. That looks new, fancy, and expensive, because it is.
While the others take in the surroundings, Sid shuffles the papers on her desk into a stack and moves that stack to the top of the boxes. Then, perhaps with Jim's assistance, she turns her bedroom into a makeshift laboratory. The bean bags get dragged in for seating beyond the rickety old desk chair or Sid's bed, tacos get distributed, caffeine is consumed, Jim and Sid take turns at the microscope or looking over little pieces of paper or whatever the hell other science-y things they would know how to do but this player does not.
Hours pass. When at last they have their answer, Jim isn't the only one able to translate it to street names.
Sid removes her glasses and rubs at the bridge of her nose. "Why would someone have this?" she asks, and adds quickly. "Someone Awakened, I mean."