Log 0015 - [Voice]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

It is with considerable disappointment that I report the departure of Hiziki Gard.

A word to the Admiral: make certain the next warden you assign me is sustainable. Inconsistencies and lapses are a sign of disorganization within your operations.

[Private to Catra]

I trust you've recovered from your ordeal.

[Private to the Boy, Mira]

The Chair is ready for its initial testing.

[Spam for Crichton]

[Now unpaired, Scorpius feels at liberty to test a few less-than-savory parts of his growing arsenal in the battle for John's mind. He waits patiently in the hallway towards Crichton's room, working diligently on Francis' crossword puzzle. Most of the human references escape him, but he's been doing research. Slowly but surely he'll understand this perplexing species that overwhelms the Barge in sheer number]

Comments

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Once out of the chair, Scorpius recovers remarkably quickly. He's slightly subdued from the experience, but this could be owed to what's been seen instead of the physical pain brought with it. He turns back to the Boy, giving a small but satisfied grin.]

I know.

I should warn you: prolonged exposure is still risky. If we are to try it against you, we need to do it in ten to fifteen microt bursts: no more.

[velocette]

[He's hopeful that his own recovery will be as smooth, but it's a vague hope. Scorpius may not belong to any species, but he's very clearly a few steps ahead of a wiry, underfed street punk like the Boy, physically speaking.]

You've done micro bursts before? ...Though I guess if you haven't, it's not like you can practice on someone else first. It'll be all right.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Scorpius has found that in his experience, different people react to the chair differently. It's certainly far more painful when the machine suspects there is something to hide, but luckily this was not the case here.]

Minutes. More or less the same as microts.

I feel we have accomplished a great deal for today, if you should like to retire.

[velocette]

[He nods, and decides to see if he can find more on microts; he likes math, and he sleeps rarely.]

Contact me when you feel like putting me in the Chair.

[It's a cheerful enough good bye, he even smiles, and then he walks out.]