Carlos bends to the floor of the isolation lab, painstakingly inscribing sigils between the concentric circles marked on the floor. The lab is, to most eyes, a strange blend of bleeding edge tech and bizarre arcana. The center of the room is dominated by a pedestal, with an armor-glass cube resting on the top. Empty to the naked eye, the cube is actually teeming with microbial life: the target of the upcoming ritual.
He's been working in this drekking room for nearly eight hours now to prepare the space. The isolation lab is never a pleasant working environment. Completely sealed off from outside interference when in use, even outside power is disconnected, leaving the air recirculators, microscopes, and computers running from internal battery. A faraday cage blocks out any outside electronics, multiple sealed airlocks keep the room physically separated from the world, and once this fragging circle is complete, the astral will be sealed as well.
In his head, he hears a high pitched voice "Master! Master!"
Looking into astral space behind him, he sees an amorphous blob of energy, the only defining feature a pair of oversized eyes. "Frag off Winston," he tell the watcher spirit. "I'm busy."
"I said go away, Winston, it can wait."
Carlos watches the blob bounce its way back out through the wall of the lab and out of sight. He had just knelt back onto the floor to continue his work, when again he heard the voice of the obnoxious little spirit. "Maaaaster!"
Very slowly, very deliberately, Carlos stands and turns to face the spirit, his face a mask of irritated rage. "Winston," he growls, "I'm all but certain I told you not to disturb me. Before I tear you to pieces, why don't you tell me what is so fragging important."
The ball of energy begins trembling violently "D..D...Doctor Englewood said I was to tell you that you are late for your meeting," the spirit bleats.
"That's very strange, Winston," his voice icy steel, "because I don't have any meetings today."
Winston begins trembling even more fiercly. "B...b...but D...D...Doctor Englewood said I was to tell you that you are late for your meeting."
Carlos sighs, wiping his eyes with his hands. There's no helping it. Winston certainly wouldn't be making this up, and Katherine knows how delicate this work is. She wouldn't be ruining an entire day's work for no reason.
"Alright, then, Winston. I suppose you get to live to see another day." Carlos opens the airlock and steps into the decontamination chamber.
After the completion of the decon process, he opens the sealed locker to retreive his gear. His commlink is beeping furiously at him. Someone scheduled him for a fragging meeting while he was in isolation. Just fragging wonderful. He storms out of the decon chamber. Someone is going to fragging pay for this.
After a brief exchange with Doctor Engelwood, Carlos storms down the hall to Gaspar's office. He is several minutes late.