Danielle invited me over to discuss some equipment she needed before she could move over to Camp Elsewhere and decide the best way to do this was to own the pain of setting up a professional hierarchy for the Settlement as I have with Nova Chem. I invite the Doctor to be the Hospital Director, which would give her access to a box of funds I was working to set up. “Wait, Kimber, I just want to be a Doctor and do research, I don’t want to be the head administrator.” She protests. “Largely moot when there are no other doctors or nurses working around here, but I see your point.” It’s one of the reasons I didn’t offer Marcella a position yet. I know she doesn’t care for the responsibility, and she’s currently holding Warram Criminal Enterprises together. “Where is Marcella anyway?” “She said she had to finish a job. Seemed upset at the situation. I’d wager she’ll want to talk with you when she gets back.” She says, moving another fold of omelet to her mouth. “That doesn’t sound ominous at all. I wanted to talk with her before she left, but can’t turn back time at this point.” I sigh and nibble on another piece of bacon. “Can we get down to the exam room soon? I’m starting to get jumpy and my aether saturation is creeping toward 100.” The scowl she sends me while she scoots back her chair does nothing to detract from the beauty of that face. “Damnit Kimber! Now we have to hurry.” She turns, taking long strides toward the door to the elevator, and puts on her smock. I jump up and scurry after her. “What did I do?” She glares at me again, pushes the button or the lobby and crosses her arms. This is going swell. Marcella leaves early, is mad. Danielle invites me to breakfast, I make her mad. She’s probably going to tell me I’m messing up her study by being too reckless, but I see it as trying to maximize the changes I get in my ascension. Her long legs and her dismay with me have her outpacing me by several strides by the time we reach the Hospital area. When we get to a room that seems to be an expanded version of her office at Warram, she tosses the suit on an exam table and walks off through another door. Time to strip at the doctor’s office again. After I get suited up, I hop on the exam table and start snacking again. At 101% saturation, I need to keep it creeping until I hit my messages. “Kimber, the suit is reading that you are at 102 percent saturation and climbing. Is that correct.” “It matches with what my AI has displayed, yes.” “Okay, tell me what your goals have been since your initialization, and we’ll see what you realize afterward.” Her tone is even and interested, her frustration shedding as she switches to research mode. I cover my desire to be more active in an enforcer-type role and less a paperwork role, emphasizing how my Track seems to go in either direction with the System contract side and the [Pass Judgement] sentencing that I performed yesterday. I then explain my physical goals, to include filling out this figure with slightly broader musculature than Marcella’s more delicate frame design. “You seem to have also focused on crafting during this period. I would be surprised if your modules and gifts didn’t feature Alchemy related options.” I can see that. I’ve been getting Alchemy related modules since level four. “Alright Kimber, I’m ready to take your ascension data.” Hit me Tova.