NAME: Robert Lutece JOURNAL: heads_ PLAYED BY: Jake Gyllenhaal FANDOM: Bioshock Infinite CANON POINT: post game
CAN THIS CHARACTER BE CANON PUNCTURED?yes
WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS WITH THIS CHARACTER IN GAME? The Luteces are mostly going to join the science crowd at Stark, and be odd at people. They'll look for companions and give advice. They'll also be fascinated by the dreams and try to study them in a formalized manner.
IN GAME HISTORY: Robert Lutece is a London native. He grew up with his twin sister Rosalind. From and early age they had a fascination with science. Rosalind and Robert devoured books about physics. They were inseparable, and their love for science only paled to their devotion to each other. In school they were considered to be very strange, and people often thought they were sleeping together in college. That wasn't the case, and they did date, but never for very long. They realized early on that they would rather debate with each other than sleep with someone else.
When they graduated from Oxford with their PhDs in Quantum Physics (at the same time, naturally), they started up their own lab, tinkering with equation and burying themselves deeper and deeper in the strange, theoretical side of physics, rarely going out for anything other than necessities.
After a while they realized that they were never going to get much work done on their own. While they were both smart and productive they needed outside ideas to grow and change. Robert was most interested in Stark Industries because it was in a very nice part of America, where the weather was certain to be lovely. Rosalind argued that she'd rather stay in London, because America seemed dreary, but after seeing the place she had to agree that he'd been right.
They're never seen apart, and are so close that they frequently finish each other's sentences and have long, rambling conversation about whatever comes to mind. They're considered quite odd but very smart by the scientist they collaborate with. Robert tends to be more optimistic than Rosalind, and when they disagree he tends to be right. He doesn't let this go to his head, and in return Rosalind doesn't let it bother her. After all, if they reach the correct conclusion it doesn't matter much who bet on it.
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Rosalind rubbed her face as she padded out to the hallway. She could hear Robert singing in the shower already. She sighed and kept walking past, toward the kitchen to make breakfast. The coffee pot was on an automatic timer, and the bacon they were having was already laid out on foil so it could easily be transferred to its cooking sheet and baked.
She made two cups of coffee, on with little cream and sugar and one with little else. She set Robert’s hideously milky concoction by his plate and put the bacon in the oven.
Robert rubbed his hair dry as he stepped out of the bathroom, still singing as he went back to his room to put on his clothes. He tried to say hello to Rosalind before she retreated into the shower, but she didn’t hear him over the water he’d left running. He chuckled and tugged his pants on, then went down to take the bacon out and start the pan heating for their eggs. He poured the grease off into the pan and put his shirt on, still singing under his breath as he fried the eggs.
Rosalind was tugging her dress into place when she got down to the kitchen, and Robert went to zip it for her automatically. “Thank you. The bacon came out on time?”
“Of course it did. I broke your yolks, but not until later in the process-”
“-So they didn’t run all over the whites.” Rosalind finished, bringing their plates over. “Good enough. If we could automate egg frying our Wednesday routine would be as simple as Tuesday and Monday.”
“Yes, but it’s not a terrible idea to maintain some independence from our machines.” He noted as he plated the eggs and Rosalind put the bacon on next to them.
“Yes. We are rather codependent, wouldn’t want any machines getting in the way.” She teased, taking her plate to her spot at the table. “It’s likely going to rain today.”
“I don’t think so.” Robert said. “Forecast only calls for a fifty percent chance.”
“That’s no better than a coin flip.” Rosalind said, some what contemptuously.
“And your information is based on a hunch.” Robert countered.
Rosalind nodded to concede the point. “We’ll see who’s right, I suppose.”