[Well, Schuldig came down to watch the show, of course — not just because of the invitation, but because he's still sort of perpetually on the lookout for who the bigwigs of this organization are, and if this isn't a good way of figuring it out, he doesn't know what is. Either this Dist the Rose guy is one of them himself, or they'll show up to see the production; either way, there are worse ways of spending an afternoon.

Not to mention, that bit about getting to play with one of the "creations" has him intrigued. That sounds like mad science, and fuck if he doesn't love a little mad science in the morning.

So, once the presentation's over with, he surreptitiously finds his way up near the stage for a round of grade-A quality asskissing.]

Now that was a show if I've ever seen one. I've met a couple guys doing genetic research before, but none of them have gotten results this good.

[Schmooze, schmooze.]