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.

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[soliterraneous]

[ It's almost fascinating to watch the little vial fill with blood. That's a part of her, an essence, suddenly bottled and out on it's own. ]

How long will your examinations of what you've created take?

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[keeps_a_cool_head]

[His attention now fully locked on the vial, Scorpius' tone is less authoritative and more explanatory. He is, at heart, a scientist, and this is a precious resource]

I won't be expecting results for a few dozen solar days, perhaps longer. Biochemistry is an entirely different field from my previous work.

[Finally, he caps off the vial and reaches for a small gauze pad. This he presses against the skin until Aeryn grasps it for herself]

Keep pressure. The bleeding will stop momentarily.

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[soliterraneous]

[ She turns her head to glare at her arm as if it'll just stop bleeding out of fear (spoilers: it doesn't, but it does stop after a second. ]

Do you need anything else from me?

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[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Holding the vial up to the light, Scorpius looks it over with care before turning away to store it in a panel that folds out of the wall]

Not at the moment.

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[soliterraneous]

[ If that's it then Aeryn will just stroll on out, bye homegurl. ]

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[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Fine, fine. leave without saying goodbye. He digs it.

Gotta love the no time for small talk crowd]