keeps_a_cool_head | Log 0018

Log 0018 - [Video]

[Someone is in an angry sort of mood, given post-flood shenanigans. Scorpius is keeping himself relatively calm by usual standards, but he's tense and bristling when he makes his post]

I should like the permission of a warden to work in the lab today.

[All day. Because hell if he's going to deal with emotions.]

[Private to Horatio]

I believe I owe you an apology. The responsibility of my flooded self lies with me.

[Private to Stephanie]

Thank you for keeping the situation under manageable control.

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Too much vigorous intercourse too quickly, I believe.

[Yes, he's dead serious]

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Sorry your warden seems to have left the building. ]

...I'm failing to recognize the source of your distress, Stephanie.

SHE'S PRACTICALLY MY MOM!

And your mother must have procreated once, at the very least. Otherwise you wouldn't be here among us.

Though I can't begin to imagine at what age her sexual drive tempers off, Iris has always shown herself to be remarkably prolific. I commend her for her ability to find multiple partners in such a small vessel.

[ An almost inhuman sound of distress comes from the speaker. ]

I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT IT!!!

[Could it be? Could Scorpius have actually found something that works against his warden?]

Is the idea of her enjoying herself causing you physical distress, Stephanie?

Don't make me throw things at you.

[ She totally will, too. She has the pillows and stuffed animals to spare. ]

You can throw whatever you prefer at me, so long as you come down to unlock the lab door in order to do it.

Oh you are so going to regret saying that.

[ She is loading up a bag now, look what you did. ]

You have an unusual preoccupation with the social recreation of other people.

I hope if I should find someone aboard the Barge, you will not similarly overreact against me.

I definitely don't want to hear about that. There are some visuals you just don't want seared into your brain.

John's inmate was enticing.

[Oh this is enjoyable]

I'm not saying another word until you're in projectile range.

[ TO THE LAB. ]

You know where you can find me.

[really. is his warden really going to throw things at him.]

[ Only every time he starts talking about the sex lives of people she doesn't want to think about having sex.

She will be waiting in front of the lab. Armed to the teeth with beanie babies. ]

[He, too, makes his own way down in due time, pausing some twenty feet from Stephanie as he looks her over. Her and her bean bag weaponry]

I fail to see how this latest act is to help me graduate.

What act? This is Pavlovian training.

[ She will throw small stuffed animals at him until he stops making her uncomfortable. It's science! But she does open the door for him. ]

You're training me like a pet?

[oh yes he did his homework and read your stupid books on psychology, Steph. He waits patiently for the lab to be unlocked, heading inside]

Do you prefer to supervise, or will you let me work in peace?

Just don't start talking about creepy stuff and I won't hit you with Chips the Cat. [ She holds up the adorable little tortoise shell threateningly. ] I'll supervise. Quietly. Gotta keep an eye out for shivs and doomsday devices, you know.

[ It's her job. Just let her do it. She will play with her beanie babies. ]

If I were foolish enough to be constructing a weapon in here, I'd hardly let you see it.

[He eyes Chips with no discernible comprehension, before turning to kneel down at the Aurora chair, cracking open a side panel to begin his calibrations]

Please make yourself comfortable.

[ You know it's adorable, don't kid yourself. ]

See? Just being here helps.

[ She pulls up a rolling chair that appears to recline. Well, she did only say she'd be quiet.... ]

[It's not adorable. He doesn't really 'get' toys.

Well, he does. But his nowadays tend to be giant, metal horror contraptions that he likes to put human astronauts inside]

You didn't appear very much changed for the flood.

My anatomy begs to differ.

[ Lucky her, the only thing that changed was her body. It was one hell of a ride, let her tell you. ]

You were a whole different animal.

[ That came out a little more speciesist than she intended. ]

Yes. But your mind remained intact.

[He's not just a bit jealous. When Scorpius had absolutely nothing, he could always depend on his mind. The last flood proved that that was no longer the case.]

My paternal genes were able to better surface. What you saw was a halfbreed attempting to pass herself off as a full-blooded Scarran.

One of the oddities of genetics.

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