035 - Cinnamon and Brown Sugar
Apr. 25th, 2014 07:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[On video, the Piemaker is wearing one of Dean's protective amulets, holding it in his hand and looking it over. He's also sitting on the man's couch, and looks like he has been for at least a week.
Aside from that, he's...thinner. Paler, and less altogether himself, even as his free hand continuously pets Digby the golden retriever beside him. Digby, for safety, also wears an amulet clipped to his collar]
I'm not much of a necklace person.
I wasn't expecting this to work. It works. I don't feel anything.
I didn't feel anything before I put it on either, so to the person who has my doll, thank you for not hurting it.
This flood is...
[The Piemaker falls silent. His eyes unfocus, and his head seems to drop. Something is clearly twisted up inside him.
This lasts for an uncomfortably long time, minutes worth of dead air filling up the network. Finally, the Piemaker seems to wake back up, wincing and rubbing at his eyes. He glances around, confused, before spotting the camera's light. He reaches over and shuts it off without explanation]
Aside from that, he's...thinner. Paler, and less altogether himself, even as his free hand continuously pets Digby the golden retriever beside him. Digby, for safety, also wears an amulet clipped to his collar]
I'm not much of a necklace person.
I wasn't expecting this to work. It works. I don't feel anything.
I didn't feel anything before I put it on either, so to the person who has my doll, thank you for not hurting it.
This flood is...
[The Piemaker falls silent. His eyes unfocus, and his head seems to drop. Something is clearly twisted up inside him.
This lasts for an uncomfortably long time, minutes worth of dead air filling up the network. Finally, the Piemaker seems to wake back up, wincing and rubbing at his eyes. He glances around, confused, before spotting the camera's light. He reaches over and shuts it off without explanation]
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:02 pm (UTC)I don't know why it's rare to be sick. We're a few dozen people stuffed tightly into one small place. Germs are waiting to spread.
I have a headache. And I'm not sleeping well. Not something you would go to the infirmary for.
[His eye twitches, betraying the lie. He's also not eating, and losing time, and sleepwalking.]
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:08 pm (UTC)I expect it's rare for the same reasons it's rare on board a TARDIS. The ship looks after you. When she doesn't something's wrong. And I don't like the way I saw you zone out just now on the comms, Ned.
Maybe I'm just a daft old bat that worries too much, all right? But do me a favour, would you? Go and 'ave Bruce give you a proper workup. Did you see the writing on Morgana's mirror, at all?
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:10 pm (UTC)It's a product of the not-sleeping-well. Sometimes I zone out.
No. What was the writing on Morgana's mirror?
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:13 pm (UTC)Do I 'ave to remind you what went down last time that 'appened?
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:21 pm (UTC)So can you please go and get checked out? 'Cause this isn't normal, and anything not normal needs to be looked at 'ard.
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:23 pm (UTC)The last time I was there, I died. Digby almost died. We were tormented.
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:27 pm (UTC)Morgana and me are making some plans. If we can get every bugger on the same page before it 'appens, we're 'oping there'll be enough unaffected to ...neutralise the biggest problems right off the bat. Before it gets as bad as last time.
But we can't pull it off if people are keeping quiet about weird stuff that's 'appening. Do you see what I mean?
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:30 pm (UTC)[There's a good deal wrong with him]
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:39 pm (UTC)I'm not jumping to anything, Ned; I'm taking precautions. There's a difference. It's not necessarily connected; but what if it is, eh?
I'm not asking for your liver, you pillock! I'm asking you to get a bloody check-up. Is that so 'ard?
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:44 pm (UTC)Or it could be the Admiral is punishing me for not going home. Or it could be a very unfunny prank. Or I could just be sick.
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:55 pm (UTC)[She stops, takes a deep pull from the beer, and snorts in amusement.]
Look at me, the biggest cat-'erder in the multiverse, advocating organised coordination. Makes me wonder if we're not in the Mirrorverse already. But you 'ave to admit this is a special occasion, Ned love. All right, might be about to be a special occasion.
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:57 pm (UTC)And now Alpha and the marquis are gone. But we didn't get any warning last time. Why are we getting warning now?
If it is what you and Morgana think it is.
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Date: 2014-04-25 04:03 pm (UTC)There were people not affected. Bruce, Nathan, Eddie - I was affected so I'm not sure who else. But people were, and whatever 'appens this time, there's bound to be someone staying normal.
We need those people to 'ave a few ideas beyond just making it up as they go, is all.
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Date: 2014-04-25 04:05 pm (UTC)I'm losing time. Seconds and minutes and longer. And it's. I've always had a preternatural relationship with time. I always know what time it is.
But I'm losing time. I'll blink and an hour's gone and I don't remember what I'd been doing.
Sometimes I'll be somewhere and not remember how I got there in the first place.
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Date: 2014-04-25 08:30 pm (UTC)Look, we might not be able to change what 'appens to the boat. But I do think we might make a massive difference to the people that 'ave to live through it, d'you see? It's worth a shot, isn't it?
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Date: 2014-04-26 01:22 am (UTC)Are you asking me or telling me?
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Date: 2014-04-26 10:38 am (UTC)Telling you, of course. And I'm not a doctor, so you'll be quite safe. I've been trained by several good ones.
I'm going to come over there and give you a hug now, Ned. Don't run away or punch me.
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Date: 2014-04-26 11:04 am (UTC)I would never hit you.
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Date: 2014-04-26 12:23 pm (UTC)'Course you wouldn't. Oh, you adorable daft bugger. D'you want to get the brainscan over with now or shall I bug you about it for a few days first? Your choice, sweetheart.
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Date: 2014-04-26 12:27 pm (UTC)Iris, I don't...do brainscans. Or heartscans, or skin samples. I haven't been to a doctor since I was eight.
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Date: 2014-04-26 12:45 pm (UTC)[This is a flat out lie.]
But it's connected to the mirror barge. There's a bunch of you down with it. I need this so I can 'ave a chance of 'elping the others.
[Iris uses GUILT TRIP.]
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Date: 2014-04-26 12:48 pm (UTC)If there are a bunch of us down with it, why can't you do the bunch first? Why does it need to be me? There's a large enough sample size. Isn't there?
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Date: 2014-04-26 12:54 pm (UTC)[She starts pacing, immediately distracted by the puzzle.]
Aeryn's Sebacean, Mal's a vampire, Nathan's got 'is weird ...thing 'e's got. Do we even 'ave any baseline humans affected? All of you are unique on the Barge, so far.
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Date: 2014-04-26 12:57 pm (UTC)[The Piemaker stops. His deep discomfort concerning doctors and tests is now in fierce combat with the desire to protect a friend. When it comes to keeping Dean from harm, the Piemaker will succumb, reluctantly, to the ministrations of other people]
No.
I'll do it.
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