Spencer Reid (
leftinbasketforfbi) wrote2012-09-26 12:33 pm
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3rd Study Done Β Video/Action for Mio Ψ
[He doesn't like going on the network. Like, he really doesn't like going on the network. Unfortunately, he has to move past it right now because SCIENCE and also his munna is sick.
So when the feed starts, Reid (who is wearing HUGE glasses today) is sitting with his back against a tree, taking a break from all the traveling with Mio. Yang the Absol is curled up next to Reid's leg, staring at the communicator. In Reid's arms is the most sad-looking munna ever, and its face looked a little green. It's a sick, sad munna.]
Um, hi?
[Reid cradles Flora the munna carefully, readjusting the glasses on his nose.] Right. Uh, for those of you who don't know, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. Not that--you don't have to call me that. Spencer or Reid will work fine.
[As you can probably tell, Reid is not good at talking to lots of strangers.]
It's come to my attention that no one's ever formally gathered data about arrivals and departures from this place, and in hopes of finding a pattern that could lead us to being able to better predict who might come and go, I put together a survey. The more people who contribute, the more useful the results will be, so any spare moment you could use to fill it out would be appreciated.
[He switches to text briefly to provide a link to the survey.]
This, um... isn't exactly my realm of expertise? That is, my specialty is largely theoretical and practical applications of knowledge, not setting up studies, and without any kind of possible beta testing, this study isn't exactly what I would call formal. So really, any suggestions on how to improve it or any help from people experienced with correlational studies would be helpful.
On a more personal note...
[He glances down, his glasses hiding his eyes, and he shifts so the munna is more visible on the screen. The poor thing looks utterly pathetic--she's not even hovering.]
Flora has been very sick since she hatched. Does anyone know what might be wrong with her?
[She'll tell you what's wrong with her. She's living off a steady diet of nothing but sleep terrors and nightmares. Reid, you really should see someone about that.]
So when the feed starts, Reid (who is wearing HUGE glasses today) is sitting with his back against a tree, taking a break from all the traveling with Mio. Yang the Absol is curled up next to Reid's leg, staring at the communicator. In Reid's arms is the most sad-looking munna ever, and its face looked a little green. It's a sick, sad munna.]
Um, hi?
[Reid cradles Flora the munna carefully, readjusting the glasses on his nose.] Right. Uh, for those of you who don't know, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. Not that--you don't have to call me that. Spencer or Reid will work fine.
[As you can probably tell, Reid is not good at talking to lots of strangers.]
It's come to my attention that no one's ever formally gathered data about arrivals and departures from this place, and in hopes of finding a pattern that could lead us to being able to better predict who might come and go, I put together a survey. The more people who contribute, the more useful the results will be, so any spare moment you could use to fill it out would be appreciated.
[He switches to text briefly to provide a link to the survey.]
This, um... isn't exactly my realm of expertise? That is, my specialty is largely theoretical and practical applications of knowledge, not setting up studies, and without any kind of possible beta testing, this study isn't exactly what I would call formal. So really, any suggestions on how to improve it or any help from people experienced with correlational studies would be helpful.
On a more personal note...
[He glances down, his glasses hiding his eyes, and he shifts so the munna is more visible on the screen. The poor thing looks utterly pathetic--she's not even hovering.]
Flora has been very sick since she hatched. Does anyone know what might be wrong with her?
[She'll tell you what's wrong with her. She's living off a steady diet of nothing but sleep terrors and nightmares. Reid, you really should see someone about that.]
[Audio] laaaate oops
Survey, huh?
[There's clicks as she speaks-- she's scrollin' through it.]
Cool.
About the Pokemon, though... thaaaat's not normal, I don't think... what've you been feeding her?
[She doesn't know much about Munnas so heck for all she knows, maybe it IS normal, but poor little guy.]
[Audio] That's fine! \o/
[Reid is partially glad that so few people know that munnas eat dreams, and partially not because then he has to try to dodge the question.] I actually found out what's wrong with her. She wasn't eating well, and someone who could... well, talk to animals told me. I'm going to make sure she's eating right now.
...I'm sorry, but what is your name? I don't think I was exactly in the right mind to ask last time. [He sounds vaguely sheepish. He broadcasted his freak out over a whole network of people. Oops.]
[Audio]
[She doesn't even suspect that it might be something a little more complicated than that. None of her Pokemon have overly specialized diets-- most of them are about as picky as she is, which is to say not at all.]
--and oh. Name's Heather! Mason.
... Aaaaand sent.
[Guess who was fillin' out the survey that whole time? THIS KID.]
[Audio] sorry, sorry, thought I tagged this ;.;
[Reid smiles a little.] It's nice to meet you Heather. My name is Spencer? But, well, I've already said that.
Thank you, that'll be really helpful.
[Audio] It's okay! Work keeps me busy so I tag s l o w l y, anyhow! XD
[Probably too soon to be doing any name-shortening, but w/e w/e Heather does what she wants.]
So why the survey, anyway? I mean, picking out patterns and stuff, I get that, but as long as I've been here, there hasn't been much of a pattern outside of groups of people showing up at roughly the same time. 'Least none that I've ever been able to pick out.
[... Which would be because she never bothered to take a formal survey, but YEP.]
[Audio] We can be slow together :3
Good thing this is audio, or else she would have seen him flinch. JJ's the only person who ever calls him that. It's not like he doesn't like Heather well enough, but it feels weird for someone else to use it.]
Yeah, thank you, I'm doing better. It would be a little hard to do worse.
Well, it's easier to pick out patterns when the data is set in front of you. [You can't see, but he's gesticulating right now.] I've actually already started picking out patterns, but none that I would want to make public yet. And, of course, there will be a sample bias in the survey, since I can only know about the people who are willing to take it, but I'm working with the tools I have.
[Audio] EXCELLENT c:
I guess that makes sense. Now I'm curious, though, not gonna lie.
Ever thought of maybe asking that Professor guy back in New Bark to try and help you out? I mean, he's kind of a buffoon, but I bet he'd be able to distribute it better than just having some random guy post it on a network, y'know?
[Audio]
[When he speaks next, it's hesitant, but not because of Heather.] I... don't really trust him. Or anyone in New Bark, really. They all seem really robotic, and the ones who don't still allow children as young as ten to go into the woods alone for three days with nothing but a small animal. The fact that it seems to turn out okay doesn't really factor that much--they're still criminally negligent. [Alright, there's a flash of law enforcement in there. He's not one to moralize, but seriously. Leaving kids to wander the woods. Alone. For three days. With enough food for only one night. And then letting them do that continually so they can go on an 'adventure'.
Call him sensitive, but that pisses him off. And it takes a lot to piss Spencer Reid off. ]
[Audio]
[But she DOES think he's an obsessive nerdy flake who's too busy staring through microscopes to care about what anybody else is doing.]
But yeah, the locals... they're all just kinda wrapped up in their own culture, pretty much. It's just the norm here.
... I feel you on the New Bark stuff, though. Nobody there really wants to talk to any of us.
A couple years back, someone showed up there and went on a violent rampage and ever since then... yeeeeah. 'Lock your doors, close the shades, here come the aliens!'