Log 0015 - [Voice]
Jun. 2nd, 2014 09:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keeps_a_cool_headIt 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]
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]
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 05:23 pm (UTC)His next steps forward are cautiously slow, his entire demeanor has changed to something like a dog with its hackles raised. He's heard the news about Gard; he's at least that well informed. Scorpius is un-tethered again now and god only knows what that will meant for them both.]
What the matter Scorp? Need help figuring out one of the puzzles?
[He saw him working on that thing at breakfast too, didn't he? He's still a little curious why...]
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 05:28 pm (UTC)He turns the paper over in his hands, observing the puzzle and tilting it so that John can see: halfway to completion. It's taken days, mainly because he keeps needing to pause to look up pointless references]
In a sense. 'Mets manager Hodges', three symbols. A Met is a unit of organization on Earth?
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 05:37 pm (UTC)The Mets are a New York baseball team. Their manager's name was Gil Hodges. Your answer is Gil. G I L.
[He can't help smiling a little smugly. But that one wasn't even hard.]
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 05:43 pm (UTC)Underneath the paper and lying heavy in his spare hand is a syringe. But not yet; not until Crichton is within arm's reach]
'GIL' fits. I'll have to take your word for the rest of it.
[Because frell if he knows what either New York or baseball is]
Four letters. '____'All That', 1999 teen movie.'
I hope I'm not interrupting whatever it is you were doing.
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 05:51 pm (UTC)'She's all that.' S H E S. I saw the previews for it before I launched. Looked like crap to me; probably wouldn't have seen it anyway.
[Wow, cue sudden stab of home sickness. How long ago was that now?]
I was going to my room, but I'd like to know what you are really doing hanging out over here. I'm sure it's not just to quiz me on crossword answers.
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 05:55 pm (UTC)It was not. I suppose you've heard by now that my warden has left.
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 06:07 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 06:10 pm (UTC)[He steps to the side and away from Crichton, in order to give him access to his bedroom door. That John would have to move close by him in order to enter is not a fact that should be overlooked.]
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 06:24 pm (UTC)[Crichton doesn't budge. He's not about to open his door with Scorpius standing this near. That would be practically inviting him in.]
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 06:26 pm (UTC)May we talk privately, John? I wish to discuss our mutual..friend in a place we cannot be overheard.
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 06:35 pm (UTC)If you think I'm going to let you in my room you can just think again. You wanna talk? We can go down the hall to the common room. Or, you can get the hell outta my face and call me. Those are your two choices.
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 06:38 pm (UTC)The common room, then.
[And his hand tightens around the hidden syringe, turning around and listening for Crichton to follow]
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 08:03 pm (UTC)[Crichton waits for Scorpius to turn and start walking, then he falls reluctantly into step behind him. He's still wary of this, but he doesn't in any way suspect Scorpius' true intentions. Discussing the recent incident with Catra seemed the most immediate issue in his mind anyway, beyond Gard leaving the Barge.]
[Action] cw: needles
Date: 2014-06-02 08:10 pm (UTC)Two doors are passed: no observers. Rolling the syringe into his hand, he twists around to face the human and plunges the needle as quick as he can to the space where he judges Crichton's defenseless neck to be]
[Action] cw: needles, drugging
Date: 2014-06-02 10:26 pm (UTC)The burning prick of the needle gives way quickly to the cold feeling of that unknown drug flowing into him. Crichton's hand flies up to the wound as he feels the metal slide back out of his neck, its mission completed. With his hand still pressed to the side of his neck, Crichton stares, dumbfounded, at Scorpius until seconds later shock gives way to fear and anger.]
What was in that?! What the hell did you just do?! GODDAMMIT SCORPIUS!
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 10:49 pm (UTC)He locks eyes, voice reassuring and calm]
Easy, John: the symptoms should appear momentarily. I would focus on breathing, if I were you.
This won't kill you. But it will cause you to undergo a significant seizure. Focus on relaxing your muscles: tension will make it worse.
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 11:35 pm (UTC)A seizure?!
[Breathe he says?! Relax?! How the hell is he supposed to stay calm when he's been drugged into having a potentially life threatening lapse of brain function?!]
Are you insane?!
[He can feel it starting: pain in his head, and numbness tingling up his right side. He feels dizzy and suddenly the lights in the hall are too bright for him to take. Reluctantly he closes his eyes, but it only makes the dizziness worse. He's helpless, effectively blinded and now reliant on Scorpius' support to keep him standing.
He's also painfully aware that Scorpius is right, if he doesn't get his breathing under control he will hyperventilate himself into unconsciousness, assuming the seizure doesn't knock him out first.]
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-02 11:40 pm (UTC)It will not last long, and you should emerge from it...relatively intact.
Relax, John. This will all be over soon.
[He manages, after fishing for Crichton's key, to get the door to his cabin open. There, Scorpius begins the laborious process of dragging a man as heavy as himself to the bed.]
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-03 12:45 am (UTC)Don'... 'ell me... to relax.... you ...son o' a BITCH!
[No, he's losing this fight. His tingling knees are starting to buckle, but at the same time his back is going stiff. A tremor's begun to shake him. It's nothing like the classic full body spasms of a Grand Mal seizure, thank god, just random twitching at the corners of his mouth and eyes, in his fingers and oddly his thighs. When Scorpius finally hauls him to the bed he flops down on it bonelessly, and lies there shivering and twitching, still desperately fighting to stay awake.]
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-03 12:51 am (UTC)For now, he kneels beside the bed, grasping Crichton's chin in one gloved hand and seizing his hair in the other, in order to hold his head still. The slight possibility that Crichton may bite off his own tongue is still apparent. But he doesn't bother to pin down limbs: John is helpless to the whims of the drugs making their way through his bloodstream.]
Further injury is something neither of us wants, I assure you.
You will begin to lose understanding and awareness, but I would urge you not to fight against it. You won't win.
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-03 02:43 am (UTC)Tense minutes pass.
He tries to roll his head to the side, but it's caught in Scorpius' hands. He's forgotten what's happening and why his head needs to be held, or even who could be doing it. There's a moment of dazed confusion, he opens his eyes again, sees Scorpius and cries out. Then he remembers, and he becomes terrified to know that he'd forgotten. Only, he's forgotten again. His awareness, it's slipping like water through his fingers. He can't catch enough to drink. All that's left now is the terror without the understanding of why. His head is killing him. He feels so sick. He feels he may pass out. He wishes he would. He just wants it to stop, whatever it is.
He's so scared.]
[voice ; private]
Date: 2014-06-03 02:54 am (UTC)My condolences to you, then. I know you found him useful.
[Action]
Date: 2014-06-03 02:58 am (UTC)He sees the fear, and is satisfied. Crichton's pulse is jackrabbit-fast, and as he sinks deeper, Scorpius' grip increases in strength. Maybe in some parts it acts as an anchor to keep him trapped in the ever-expanding horizon of consciousness, but in other parts it's an affirmation of how helpless he can make Crichton feel.
The seizures are only building in strength, and he's paved the way for the twin in Crichton's head to take the opportunity and speak for itself. Even in the grasp of a poisonous fit, Crichton is obviously still fighting to hang on. It's one of the traits Scorpius admires about him, but at the moment it's growing irritating. So he leans forward, whispering in John's ear; ]
Come out.
[voice ; private]
Date: 2014-06-03 02:59 am (UTC)I believe I shall miss him.
[voice ; private]
Date: 2014-06-03 03:04 am (UTC)I realize it's belated in coming, but sorry about Ms. Sun as well, by the by. I meant to say something the other day but our conversation got a bit...derailed, as it were.