Log 0011

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Private to Mira Hidalgo, Motorcycle Boy]

Have either of you spoken to the other before? I should find it curious if you didn't; both of you seem to be suffering from reduced or missing memories.

I believe the three of us can work together to fix our mutual problem.

[Private to Gard]

Recent revelations have come to pass in the latest Barge flood. Pursuing John Crichton has dropped in importance and now my graduation is tantamount. What is the quickest way you know in order to make this happen?

[Private to Aeryn]

A word, Aeryn.

Comments

[ private ]

[soliterraneous]

[ SIGH. ]

What was the purpose of this incendiary other than to kill me?

[ private ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

To ensure an additional way of keeping John under my control. A plan that no longer holds interest for me.

[ private ]

[soliterraneous]

What does your warden think of your new plans?

[ private ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I have not yet seen fit to inform him. He has his own idea of what I ought to be doing for my path to graduation.

[ private ]

[soliterraneous]

It is his job, Scorpius, and you are difficult to trust.

[ private ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I will try his ideas, so long as he allows me to try mine.

[ private ]

[soliterraneous]

If I agree to this, I demand there be oversight before I turn myself over to your experimentations.

[ private ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Of course.

My warden's presence, I presume?

[ private ]

[soliterraneous]

That will be fine.

[ private ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Then I will speak with him and confer with you once he gives his consent.


You surprise me, Aeryn.

[ private ]

[soliterraneous]

In what sense?

[ private ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Not everyone would consent to assisting someone who has spent a good portion of their time working to disrupt the lives of them and their allies.

[ private ]

[soliterraneous]

I suppose not. I would hate to be...predictable.

At worst, you could put me in some sort of disabled state that would require my death to eliminate.

[ private ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Not an ideal situation for either of us. I'll endeavor to avoid it.

[ private ]

[soliterraneous]

How considerate of you.

[ private ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Beneficial for one, beneficial for the whole.

I'll speak with you again once I have my warden's consent.

[ private ]

[soliterraneous]

All right.

[ private ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Some time later]

Gard has agreed to supervise.

[ private ]

[soliterraneous]

When do we begin?

[ private ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Whenever you would like.

I will need a few samples of your blood, to start.

[ private ]

[soliterraneous]

Somehow I am shocked you don't already have one.

Fine. After dinner.

[ private ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

You overestimate my reach, Aeryn.

My cabin. After you've finished.

[ action ]

[soliterraneous]

[ Aeryn goes through the dinner shift, eats, and arrives no less than half an arn after she's finished.

She fully expects this to go as sideways as possible. ]

[ action ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Aeryn is expected. Scorpius has taken liberal use of his cabin space and has a set of vials and a syringe in place atop his desk. He waits for the Sebacean with practiced patience, enjoying the silence and peace of mind]

[ action ]

[soliterraneous]

[ Aeryn knocks, only once, taking a look around when Scorpius lets her in. ]

What are you going to do with the blood?

[ Spell it out for her, frienememy. ]