<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9WwNj8B.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Nello Dreis<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Virologist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Containment Lab -> Outside Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Finding his way | Listening to this. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye9hGotPPVk)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Rue (to enter)<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>At one of the few workstations within the highly sterilized Containment Lab, a figure stood bobbing his head as he wrapped up his part in the equipment setup. His lips, covered by a protective mask which was itself barely noticeable beneath the hood covering his nodding head, moved in sync with the lyrics flowing into his ears from the headphones hidden neatly away and feeding his dopamine levels.<br/><br/><em>"And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you<br/>You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use!"</em><br/><br/>He existed in a little rapture of his tapping and rhythmic movement. Small enough not to distract his colleagues entirely, or so he thought. With a mind focused on setting up lab equipment and a body lost in song--or was it the other way around?--he didn't notice much of his surroundings.<br/><br/><em>"I got a taste of love in a simple way<br/>And if you need to know while I'm still standing..."</em><br/><br/>"You just fade a-way!" He couldn't help but sing those last words aloud, even if he couldn't exactly tell how loud he may have been. In his mind it was a harmless whisper.<br/><br/>He finished up as the song entered its chorus, and this left him in a strange position. His body told him to dance and sing, but his mind, now free from the monotony of unpacking, had become hyperaware of the virologists around him. Without so much as a wave goodybe, he'd slowly slip out of the lab, into the full body scanner and decontamination hall leading out of the room. As his body was sprayed and cleansed in a mist of spray, he finally allowed himself to dance in a playful sway as the chorus gave way to the words<em>"I'm still standin'!"</em><br/><br/>Once the process was complete, taking enough time for the song to finish, repeat, and reach the same chorus, he slipped off his mask and stowed it away in his personal holding space. His step was quick as he exited the lab. Rigid. Until he reached the bottom deck halls and concluded that he was alone again. At that point, a musical swagger entered the walk.<br/><br/>He just moved, directionless, his eyes falling closed and memories of dancing wildly playing with perfect accuracy in his mind.<br/><br/><em>"Once, I never coulda hoped to win<br/>You starting down the road, leaving me again<br/>The threats you made were meant to cut me down<br/>And if our love was just a circus,"</em><br/><br/>"You'd be a clown by now!"<br/><br/>Again he sang aloud, his voice a throaty, rumbling, and multilayered sound. A sound a certain crewmate would hear in the moments just before the wiry drell crashed directly into her...<br/><br/><em>"Don't you know I'm still standin', better than I ever did..."</em>