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Dr. S. Klim ([personal profile] futilecycle) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-03-12 10:33 am

Bill Nye the Science... Cat. [CLOSED]

Who | Lyle Norg and Sigma Klim
What | Lyle likes Sigma's cat, Nye. Sigma doesn't like the intrusion at first.
Where | District 10 Suites.
When | Presently.
Notes/Warnings | None yet!

Like any good pet of a covert mad scientist, Sigma's cat Nye had a tendency to spy on the other District 10 Tributes - if, of course, spying was qualified by sitting in the District common room and watching the others come and go. Sigma had only abandoned his room for a moment, leaving to collect for himself a fresh notebook, when Nye had slipped out of his master's room to socialize with his other 'districtmates'. The Doctor did not care much for Nye to leave his room when he wasn't around, worried he would be taken away by an Avox for breaking some anti-pet rule he hadn't heard of and never to be seen again, but Nye was a smart animal. He knew better than to let himself be picked up and taken away - outside of his master's room, at any rate...

Today the cat wore a rather hilariously coloured bow tie around his neck that Sigma had given him in hopes he would become used to wearing a collar. Cleaning his cellularly patterned fur, Nye sat on the couch of the District 10 lobby, hoping to attract a Tribute that would give him attention until his master returned. He heard someone enter and his golden eyes fell on Lyle Norg - the animal gave a hopeful trill, leaping to meet him.
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-03-17 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Pleased with his success at cat, Lyle continued rubbing behind its ears as he examined the animal's fur more closely. Had it just been the stripes, Lyle might have assumed that this was an alien species very similar to an Earth cat, but the other designs on its fur seemed natural rather than dyed on. Some sort of genetic engineering experiment, perhaps? But why the snazzy bow tie?

Lyle reflexively jumped back when the cat sprung out of his arms, but grinned when the cat looked back. It was apparently done being in the living room, but not yet done being petted.

"Well, I suppose if I'm invited..." he said, and followed the cat into the bedroom.
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-03-19 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Performing an ancient Winathian ritual celebration," Lyle deadpanned back, having resumed his scritching duties upon determination that the room wasn't obviously booby-trapped. Aside from being home to a very sneaky cat, obviously. "I believe it translates to, in Interlac, "look, there's a kitty, let's pet it"."

He appraised the older man as he spoke. Another Tribute obviously, and clearly not one who'd made it to the age he had in a soft and coddled environment. But he seemed more nonplussed than about to go into a murderous rage, so Lyle continued rubbing the cat's ears.

"I haven't seen a cat with this coloring before, or this pattern."
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-03-22 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
Lyle saw that smirk, sir. He saw it. The smirk that crawled onto his face made that abundantly clear.

"Yeah?" he asked, glancing back at the cat under his hands. Other than that, he didn't appear startled, disgusted, or even particularly intrigued by the prospect of genetic engineering either. "Biology's not my field of study, but I can see it. How long have you had him?"
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-03-26 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Primarily chemistry," Lyle answered. "Mostly bio- and organic, so I'm generally conversant in biology even if I'm coming at it from another angle. And I dabble in engineering. What about you?"

If this sentient can casually link a pattern to plant cells undergoing mitosis, Lyle's willing to bet that he's not unconversant in the sciences himself.
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-03-31 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Even if it's all you've done for fifty years, it's still a pretty impressive resume," Lyle said. And, as it always was here, an utter waste to toss into death matches. He sketched a bow. "Lyle Norg, more colorfully known as Chemical King. The pleasure's mine."

He cocked his head to the side, having continued to pet Nye during the course of the conversation. "How advanced are your AI?"
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-04-22 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"It's more of a nom de guerre than a title," Lyle said with a shrug. "I'm not royalty, just a chemistry whiz and a dab hand at poisons. Do you have a preference? 'Doctor Klim'?"

He nodded thoughtfully along with the older sentient's words. "Sounds like they're at around the same level as the artificial intelligences I'm familiar with. Have they started lobbying to be recognized and accorded full sentient rights yet?"
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-04-27 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
So few people here seemed to react to Lyle bringing up poison the way he'd expect. But then, they had been brought here to take part in gladiatorial combat, and he was passing himself off as a villain. Still, he'd have thought it would make people a little on-edge.

Unless Dr. Klim is just glad to have anyone to talk to about artificial intelligences.

"Oh, they started a war against the United Planets when the U.P. wouldn't recognize them," Lyle said. "We worked with them on a few things, since they paid well and my team hadn't been on good terms with the U.P. since we told them where they could stick it. But they got recognition eventually."
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-04-30 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Yep, United Planets," Lyle confirmed. "It was an okay place, I guess. Space travel and making friends with aliens is pretty great."

He smiled fondly. "My team is a bunch of teenagers thrown together by the U.P. as a symbol of how strong our disparate species could be when we all worked together. Of course, we were all expendable for various reasons. We eventually got tired of being expendable, told them where to cram it, and changed our name to the 'Legion of Super Villains'. Mostly we just go by 'the Legion' though, since the whole thing is a mouthful."