035 - Cinnamon and Brown Sugar
Apr. 25th, 2014 07:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deadly_ned[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: 2014-04-26 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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Date: 2014-04-26 01:03 pm (UTC)Dean said 'e 'ad flu. I didn't think anything of it. But 'ow often does anyone on this boat actually 'ave flu?
[She seizes Ned by the hand.]
Come on then. Let's go see what's going on in there. 'Ey, I'll give you a lollipop after, if you're good.
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Date: 2014-04-26 01:06 pm (UTC)[Looking very much like a trapped and dying animal, the Piemaker reluctantly gets to his feet. He has to constantly remind himself that this is Iris, that she already knows about his powers, that he's not going to be chloroformed and wake up in an underground lab somewhere and never see the sun again]
Yay.
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Date: 2014-04-26 01:11 pm (UTC)I've got strawberry daiquiri flavour ones somewhere. And Irish cream. Those are my favourites. Bring the dogs, mine 'ang out in the lab all the time.
[She's a little worried his head might burst from tension otherwise.]
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Date: 2014-04-26 01:13 pm (UTC)[At the call of his name, DIgby jumps from the couch and trots diligently after the Piemaker, who struggles to remain calm that his hand is still locked in Iris' own]
Are there any non-alcohol-flavored ones?
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Date: 2014-04-26 04:41 pm (UTC)I'm sure I can find some, sweetheart.
[Iris' section of the laboratory is presently littered with horse parts in a variety of artificial materials and various stages of assembly. It's actually her sonic corkscrew - plugged into a sloppily-soldered adapter on her bioreader - that she uses to scan Ned's brain, and she prattles continually and cheerfully while she does it.]
Oooh, look at all that purple. Back in the dark ages they'd've said you 'ad an excess of black bile and prescribed blood pudding.
[The bioreader has a holographic display that floats above it, showing a three-dimensional brain throbbing in colours. It is notably purple-heavy. Iris uncorks a small brown bottle, and a powerful scent of cinnamon and cloves fills the air; the purple shades to pink, and Iris giggles.]
Amazing 'ow smells tie up to emotions. I'll never smell pastry again in me life without it calling you to mind, lovey. Well, there's bugger all wrong with your brain. That I can find, any road.
[She rummages through another drawer and brings out a bouquet of multicoloured lollipops.]
...I think the blue ones might be raspberry? Thank you, sweetheart. You were ever so brave.
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Date: 2014-04-26 11:45 pm (UTC)Five-year-olds getting their booster shots are braver than that.
Does my brain look different from normal humans?
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Date: 2014-04-27 09:02 pm (UTC)[The hologram's still revolving slowly above the bioreader, and Iris squints at it critically.]
Not massively. Nowt I couldn't account for in normal human variability. You do 'ave an overdeveloped temporal node, but I already know you're time-sensitive, and your signal to noise ratio's ...just very slightly out of whack. Which I'm inclined to put down to the flu, 'cause you're not a bloke that normally loses track of yourself.
But I don't see any real problems. Perfectly lovely brain.
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Date: 2014-04-28 11:31 am (UTC)Usually I'm referring to myself in my head as Dr. Frankenstein. This is one of the rare occasions when I feel more like his monster.