Average, Jupe and Jessica

[Symphia]

Another boring day... Jessica Ellis thought, still staring at her stubbornly blank monitor. With a sigh, she sat up and started typing. There was something suspicious going on in the labs lately, scientists were disappearing from the labs. Nothing unusual turned up on the door records, the coroners were moving through the labs as usual along with the security teams and the occasional project. Perhaps there was some escaped project that could phase through objects? It was entirely possible. With a shrug, she resumed typing up her lab report at a painfully slow pace.

The timer dinged, causing the scientist to smile brightly. It was time for her rounds. She stood and grabbed her clipboard, switching her monitor off. She began heading down the holding cell bay and smiled. Sigma was last on her list, and she'd stabilized considerably since Kappa II was finished. At the top of her list was a failed project from the Delta series.

Delta project was known for creating relatively harmless mutants and even less harmless projects. So, the scientist felt that she wouldn't have to worry about it attacking her. The tapping of her shoes echoed in the hallway, and took its time leaving when she came to a stop outside the cell of the mutant she was supposed to observe. It looked like it was sleeping, but she wasn't entirely sure, so she tapped on the glass. It didn't stir, so with a shrug, Jessica swiped her key card through the reader and stepped inside.

"Rise and shine," she called gently.

[Jupitersthunder]

Jupiter's dreams were full, occupied and ruled over by one person. The mutant in white. He was her hero, to be able to walk around as free as he is; she wanted to be like that some time. It was strange how all of these dreams always ended in the two of them holding hands, but she wasn't going to complain - she had a feeling she wouldn't mind holding her hero's hands. It was late morning, her cell freezing cold as per usual and mattress bumpy as all hell. The mutant's body tensed as she was slowly awoken, taking a deep breath in through her nose to hug herself tightly and wish the day hadn't started again.

Her eyelids slowly fluttered open, irises adjusting to the artificial light, and her mouth opening to give a long and somewhat sleepy groan. Not again; sometimes she really wished that she would screw up and give TXS reason to kill her. She was tired all the time, small, useless, and the only time she ever got to see anyone was during her tests... and... she didn't really like her tester. A gentle but double-edged voice covered the room and Jupiter cringed; Speak of the Devil...

Turning over in bed, she looked up at Jessica Ellis - Super Bitch. Her chest was bountiful and intellect almost unmatched; and that was why she hated her. Jupiter would give anything in the world to be educated - to be able to read and write, do math, drink coffee and laugh about a silly mistake someone made with something uncomplicated... but no. She wasn't smart, her chest was smaller than Ms. Ellis', and above all, she exuded an extremely thick aura of awkawrd disasters that seemed to only afflict her. With a sigh, she curled out of bed, sports bra unknowingly hooked on a mattress spring as she fell onto the floor with a soft 'pat'. Her bra hung from the mattress, but Jupiter lay on the floor, topless, awkward, and jealous of her tester.

"I hate mornings..." she mumbled.

[Symphia]

The scientist watched in bemused pleasure as the small mutant flopped out of her bed, her top being pulled off when it got hung up on the bed's frame. "Poor dear," she said, padding over and unhooking the mutant's bra from the bed. "Please get dressed," Jessica commanded gently. She stood and waited silently for the other girl before speaking again. "Most mutants and some projects have a name they wish to be called by, what is yours?" she asked softly.

She began scribbling note after note, as per her usual routine. Notes about the mutant's body, about her movements, about her behavior. Everything needed to be carefully observed and gathered. Almost carelessly, she stepped closer, observing the mutant's ear structure and making a sketch of it. It didn't look any different from other feline-type ears, so there was really no way to determine a specific breed. Perhaps the mutants were simply different paths man could have taken?

Reaching out, Jessica gently rubbed the mutant's ear between her fingertips, even though she wouldn't admit it, she rather liked the feline-type mutants, and she could clearly see why Mir liked Dimitri so much, especially since she had Allison. The scientist stood and resumed scribbling notes as she carefully watched the mutant.

[Jupitersthunder]

The cat mutant on the ground growled and sat up, only to be questioned. She shrugged and decided not to answer; perhaps that would get her executed. She sure wouldn't mind if she was, at the moment. Taking her sports bra back from the scientist, she pulled it on over her head and messily stuffed her cleavage into it as she silently looked about the room, still with dried sleep stuck in her eyes. Jupiter gave a small groan and rubbed the sleep from her vision, only succeeding in making the room even more blurry than before.

Jessica's hand touched her ear and she slapped it away rather roughly, lethargically growling out a slow "Getcher hands offer me..." before slinking over to the corner to silently glare up at the scientist. She knew this wouldn't be doing well for her notes, and that was exactly what she wanted to do; cause trouble for the scientist that insisted on keeping a harmless mutant inside a cage. Part of her wondered if the scientist liked mutants at all, or simply faked her sympathy. Either way, Jupiter wasn't impressed.

The cat-mutant was approached again to stand up, but she flatly refused to do so for the other woman. When a more firm order was issued, the brunette simply looked at her feet and curled her body up against itself. "Bother someone else with your morning prods and pokes!" she said very firmly, hissing at the scientist when she tried to get closer yet again. "Get the hell away from me..." she hissed venomously, holing herself up in the corner.

[Symphia]

She scribbled note after note on the mutant's disrespectful behavior. She wondered who in their right mind from Nu project's team wanted to keep her around. "Mutant, please, tell me your name," Jessica said, still scribbling notes. She thought back to the security logs. "We've seen that you can be quite animated, perhaps you would be willing to display some of that energy for me today?" she asked, rolling her shoulder. "Or should I introduce you to Sigma?"

Anyone who didn't work in the labs, it was a meaningless, but to those on the inside, it was a serious death threat. Sigma was well-known throughout the labs as a guardian of sorts for the scientists, particularly for Ms. Ellis. "Well, should I summon her to make you animate yourself for me?" she asked again, her tone more acidic.

Meanwhile, Sigma was resting in her room with Kappa II in her arms, tracing her fingers over the tattoo she'd given the original. She loved Kappa II just as much as her original, perhaps more even. "Kappa..." she purred to the sleeping project. She hoped that her pager wouldn't chirp and disrupt the euphoria they had cultivated.

[Jupitersthunder]

Jupiter strung together several words that could have been considered as coarse language if deciphered right and fumbled with her bra to keep it in the right position. She heard a single word; something she didn't even really consider a word anymore, but more of an alert that hammered in her brain to follow orders. Her ears drooped and she sighed, taking a shaky few moments to stand and slowly look up into the Scientist's eyes. They were without feeling, mostly, or maybe that was just her bias. "I'm quite sure that you as a person don't wake up ready to bound through the same obstacle course over and over and over..." she grumbled, rubbing her arms idly.

The cat-mutant looked around the room and absent-mindedly let her name slip from her mouth without much interest in what the woman had to say in return; "Jupiter..." she mumbled, before wandering slowly over towards the viewing port of her cell. It seemed like just a few days ago that she saw him again. The air in her cell was starting to get stangant though; and it was clear she needed a shower from the way her hair hung in thick bunches thanks to the collected oil.

"Ms. Ellis, is it okay if I have a shower? My hair is annoying me and I'm starting to smell myself..." she groaned, turning back to the scientist with pleading eyes. "I promise I'll be good if I can have a shower. Promise." she added, biting her lip in anticipation of the answer she would receive.

[Symphia]

"That's better," she said, scribbling notes. After a few moments, Jupiter, as the mutant had called herself, requested a shower. Usually if mutants were good, they were well taken care of, but it was obvious from her statements that she was prone to misbehaving to a certain degree. "I suppose it wouldn't hunt," Jessica said finally, taking the mutant's hand and pocket her pen and clipboard. "We've had a few run off on us and cause some mayhem," she explained, swiping her card through the reader.

The door hissed open and she led her outside her cell and through the labs to the woman's locker room. "Well, go on, Jupiter," she urged, giving her a light shove. The scientist resumed scribbling notes and making sketches. Several other lab workers spotted the mutant, but because she was with Ms. Ellis, they thought better of saying anything. Jessica thought for a few moments before speaking again.

"Jupiter, have you always had female scientists observe you?" she asked, blinking slightly. She couldn't imagine that a male scientist would be picked to care for a female mutant with such an unusual physique. Perhaps someone in Nu project's team knew that?

[Jupitersthunder]

Jupiter smiled gleefully as she was taken from her cell down several polished white and grey hallways. The mutant, although glad to be taken to a showering facility, froze instantly as she felt the eyes of every female worker in the locker room draw over her body. It kind of scared her; the way everyone completely despised her because she was simply created a different species to them. Why did they even insist on keeping her if all they were going to do for the rest of their lives is hate what she was? She was suddenly urged forward with a brief push from the scientist behind her, finding herself blushing in shame as she slowly made her way past scowling women and into the shower room.

She heard a few whispers, but nothing she could discern with her cat-like hearing; she didn't need to be able to tell what they were saying though - she knew from their tone that they were disgusted by her kind. Several showers were already running, and the women that saw her enter almost instantly finished and rushed out the door with a towel around their chest. For a moment she sighed, smoothed back her oil-slickened hair (which resumed its annoying bang in front of her eyes), and then gently padded towards the nearest shower stall.

She curled off her bra and let her shorts slip down her hips, hitting the wet tiled floor with an overly simplistic plop. Jupiter kicked them out of the way, now nude, and pulled on the shower's control to just about where it felt comfortable. She growled and sighed as the water poured down her previously oily head and over her unusually curvaceous sixteen-year-old body. She spied Jessica out of the corner of her eyes and thought for a moment, "Well... No, guys examine me a lot more than the girls do. Why?" she mumbled, closing her eyes as she hand-rinsed her chest and stomach to make sure everything was getting equally clean.