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limacharlie2017-11-17 04:50 pm
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[Day 5 : Public Channel ]
This is Peridot: Your engineer and number-one gem speaking, interrupting your usual afternoon radio chatter with an urgent matter of utmost importance. SO LISTEN UP!
[She’ll pause briefly to give people more time to actually turn their radios up and listen properly, because she is actually dedicated to making sure that the whole carnival is on the same page with this.]
A-hem. Thank you. Now as some of you may already know, a small group of dedicated carnival members-- including yours truly—have been coordinating an effort to try and create a possible antidote to the venom of a certain detestable fae. You know the one. The clod that we were all EXTREMELY glad to see get his comeuppance at the hands of our great and wonderful Ringmaster.
Anyway. The Prince may be gone now, but unfortunately, his cruddy venom is still affecting a large percentage of the carnival staff. Worse yet-- through no fault of any of its founding members-- the original antidote team has made very little progress on manufacturing a cure. [Muttering:] Personally, I blame the fact that most of the people who would have been better suited to this work were also counted among those that were missing, but I digress! We did what we could with what we had, okay?!
[Mari is only kind of interrupting this time, but she’s a little more forceful than usual--and a little more animated than this really warrants. She’s just excited about having a new project.]
We've identified the basic problem: that the venom is affecting the soul of its victims and not just their bodies. Physical cures alone aren't going to cut it. We're gonna need magic, medicine, and metaphysical prowess, especially when it comes to souls and soul energy.
And while we can't make you do anything, not helping would be kind of an asshole thing to do right now.
The kind of asshole thing we’ll definitely remember.
[Somewhere off in the background, you can hear Peridot muttering:] Nyeh?
[Promise, threat, same thing.]
The good news is, we do have a new doctor to introduce! He's kind of our only doctor, really. But no one's died under his care yet, sooooo that's probably a good sign.
...take it away, doctor.
[There is a pause because Herbert is giving Mari an incredibly unimpressed look. But, like, fair, he guesses.]
My name is Herbert West, this… carnival’s new medic and as someone previously held captive by this ‘Prince’ I’ve only recently had the opportunity to begin my research into this unique affliction. I have education and previous experience in various forms of medicine and chemistry, especially in regards to specific aspects of pathology—however, I have never encountered… [He’s so reluctant. He is the MOST reluctant.] …what is referred to here as magic. Therefore, any help from those knowledgeable in that particular field and how it might interact with biomedical science, as well as any individuals who may have encountered artificially induced fossilisation in any form previously would be ideal.
Additionally, if you have been affected by the venom and you have yet to visit the medical tent I must insist you do so as soon as possible! My--our development of the cure depends upon data, and we cannot be aware of all the variables without access to each patient. As long as everyone cooperates we should be able to solve this in fairly short order.
Right, so. There you have it. We’ll turn the ‘floor’ over to the other workers who will be heading up some of the other research teams now, but the bottom line here is: We’re all gonna work together, come up with a cure to fix everyone, and it’s GONNA BE GREAT!
[She’ll pause briefly to give people more time to actually turn their radios up and listen properly, because she is actually dedicated to making sure that the whole carnival is on the same page with this.]
A-hem. Thank you. Now as some of you may already know, a small group of dedicated carnival members-- including yours truly—have been coordinating an effort to try and create a possible antidote to the venom of a certain detestable fae. You know the one. The clod that we were all EXTREMELY glad to see get his comeuppance at the hands of our great and wonderful Ringmaster.
Anyway. The Prince may be gone now, but unfortunately, his cruddy venom is still affecting a large percentage of the carnival staff. Worse yet-- through no fault of any of its founding members-- the original antidote team has made very little progress on manufacturing a cure. [Muttering:] Personally, I blame the fact that most of the people who would have been better suited to this work were also counted among those that were missing, but I digress! We did what we could with what we had, okay?!
[Mari is only kind of interrupting this time, but she’s a little more forceful than usual--and a little more animated than this really warrants. She’s just excited about having a new project.]
We've identified the basic problem: that the venom is affecting the soul of its victims and not just their bodies. Physical cures alone aren't going to cut it. We're gonna need magic, medicine, and metaphysical prowess, especially when it comes to souls and soul energy.
And while we can't make you do anything, not helping would be kind of an asshole thing to do right now.
The kind of asshole thing we’ll definitely remember.
[Somewhere off in the background, you can hear Peridot muttering:] Nyeh?
[Promise, threat, same thing.]
The good news is, we do have a new doctor to introduce! He's kind of our only doctor, really. But no one's died under his care yet, sooooo that's probably a good sign.
...take it away, doctor.
[There is a pause because Herbert is giving Mari an incredibly unimpressed look. But, like, fair, he guesses.]
My name is Herbert West, this… carnival’s new medic and as someone previously held captive by this ‘Prince’ I’ve only recently had the opportunity to begin my research into this unique affliction. I have education and previous experience in various forms of medicine and chemistry, especially in regards to specific aspects of pathology—however, I have never encountered… [He’s so reluctant. He is the MOST reluctant.] …what is referred to here as magic. Therefore, any help from those knowledgeable in that particular field and how it might interact with biomedical science, as well as any individuals who may have encountered artificially induced fossilisation in any form previously would be ideal.
Additionally, if you have been affected by the venom and you have yet to visit the medical tent I must insist you do so as soon as possible! My--our development of the cure depends upon data, and we cannot be aware of all the variables without access to each patient. As long as everyone cooperates we should be able to solve this in fairly short order.
Right, so. There you have it. We’ll turn the ‘floor’ over to the other workers who will be heading up some of the other research teams now, but the bottom line here is: We’re all gonna work together, come up with a cure to fix everyone, and it’s GONNA BE GREAT!
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[ And he quickly ducks into the trailer to grab his atlantean knife. ]
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But Foster has no time to protest. He just lets his arm fall back to his side, waiting for the magician to re-emerge.
He glances back at the oozing slit in the side of the one regraven rat. It's not even in a fatal location. It's just sort of between some ribs... where even is a rat's heart? He has no idea.
Well, maybe Strange's knife has some magical property he doesn't know about. It's not his place to question it.]
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And hmm. How to lead them elsewhere. ]
Did you just...lead them here?
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[Foster does not nearly remember the Merket well enough to recognise that blade. Most of what he remembers about Atlantis, besides how much he liked the feeling of being underwater, is not polite conversation.
He studies the blade, then Strange, with equal willingness.]
Where do you want them to go?
cw: blood, those poor rats getting stabbed
[ And so, they move the rats away from the trailer. Taking his dagger in his hand, Strange swallows down his disgust, steps in a way that he won't get hit by the blood spray, and slices one of the mutant rats across the throat.
The rat just kind of gurgles a bit and stares at Strange, blinking at him with beady rat eyes. This thing isn't dead. There's a pause before Strange slices the throat again, digging further into the throat muscle but nope, the rat just makes a disgusting gurgling sort of noise, looking around at everybody like 'hey, what's up, this is real weird you know.'
And once again, Strange just stares. Well shit. What the heck should he do now? ]
TW: more blood, stabbed undead rats
Strange is definitely making a mess.
Foster just appears... nonplussed.]
Haha. Wow.
I guess that's just a knife after all.
[He sounds vaguely disappointed, but offers Strange his knife again.]
Use this.
this thread is just gonna be the nasty guts rat party, look away if ya sensitive
Strange just takes the knife from Foster and attempts to slit the bleeding one's throat again. Finally, it dies. He just kind of looks at the bleeding rat corpse and the fact that he has two bloody knives and that his shoes are ruined, this is what he wanted to avoid in the first place!
There's a moment of quiet before as calmly as possible, Strange asks, ]
Out of curiosity, what are the specifics for killing something you brought back to life?
Yeah, just...... sorry, guys. Also TW: thoughts on being stabbed
[Foster says this somewhat reproachfully--but wastes no time with a brisk followup explanation.
He's not at all opposed to experiencing Strange's temper, but he was and still kind of is trying to be of function. Of use.
But Strange is standing there, holding two knives and covered in blood, and it's hard not to think about the alternative. If only the two were more easily combined. If only others were less unwilling...!]
That's the blade used to raise them. It's the only.... mmmm.
[The final rat has begun to clean its face and whiskers. It stops briefly to regard Strange with its dark eyes, then resumes.]
It's the only easy way.
let's just make this even worse then
Willing up as much courage as he can, Strange swallows his disgust, leans in towards the last rat, slits it's throat...and misjudges the artery as dead necrotic rat blood comes spewing out of the creature's neck landing right on his face and in his hair.
Add in the fact that his hair is usually in a state of 'semi-wild' and 'rarely brushed' and he's looking a bit like the guy who shows up at the end of a horror movie right about now.
Strange just looks down from the dead rats, to his blood-covered shoes, to his blood covered hands. How could this situation have gone so terribly so quickly. Without saying a word, he just offers Foster his knife back. Normally, he'd press Foster for more details about the specifics of necromancy but right now he's just covered in rat blood and has a few corpses at his feet. Please take that knife back. Let's just not talk about this right now. ]
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[Foster points this out after the final rat is regraved. There's nothing 'wrong' with it, from his perspective, except there was plenty of room for Strange to do that without soaking himself in stagnating rat blood. But he has, and that's kind of Strange's problem, isn't it.
He doesn't take Strange's cue for the knife at all, except to say:]
Oh, that's not mine. It's the kitchen's.
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Though now he's standing in front of his trailer with a few bigass rat corpses. Hmm. There's a chance he didn't think this through. ]
Should I, ah, bury the corpses?
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[Wait.]
What? Bury them?
Why?
[What would be the point of that--Foster knows almost nothing about Strange as a person, but if Strange wants to hold a funeral for the rats, Foster is leaving.]
I'll just call Ginko, he probably has something to feed them to.
[Might as well be useful some way.
That's his own highest aspiration... the highest honour he could possibly wish for.
In a way, these rats are lucky.
Which makes Strange's suggestion mildly offensive.]
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[ Is this a different worlds thing? Do they not bury people in Foster's world? Strange is about to explain that no, it'd be easy to bury them, he'd just open the ground up and chuck them in there via magic, but then Foster continues talking and continues explaining.
And alright, maybe feeding them to one of the terrifying menagerie might be better than just tossing them in the earth. ]
Hopefully they've got something in there that likes rat in the first place.
[ Who doesn't know shit about animals? Strange doesn't know shit about animals! ]
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That's why he hates it so virulently.]
Oh, there is.
[Multiple things, actually; Foster discovered this more or less by accident when trying to dispose of excess bodies during his 'experimenting' stage of the magic he used to make these rats what they are.
If you throw a dead rat high enough, the tyrannosaurus will absolutely catch it in its mouth.
As he's retrieving his walkie talkie, though, he pauses--and looks at Strange for a weirdly long second before he asks:]
When and where do you want them?
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If by them you mean undead rat test subjects, then either Lambert or I shall tell you precisely when we require them. If by them you mean the dead rats, then I will help deliver them to the menagerie whenever you want.
[ There we go. Is that specific enough for Foster? He hopes so. ]