Georgia Carolyn Mason (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entrancelogs2017-03-20 07:50 pm
choosetruth) wrote in entrancelogs2017-03-20 07:50 pm
closed } now a droplet-based transmission means i sneeze and then you die
Who: The bloggers and Rick Sanchez
Where: Rick's room
When: weekend after the event
Rating: PG-13 probably there's a lot of cussing
Summary: Rick thinks he can cure zombies. George has her doubts, but she's willing to let him try. Besides, she has her own research she'd like verified.
The Story:
[Georgia is extremely skeptical of Rick's odds at curing the disease that's been plaguing their world for over two decades, but hey, if he wants to try, and if he's willing to be careful about it, she's certainly not opposed to letting him play around with her blood. She has her doubts about how careful he'll be, but that's why she's got Buffy and Shaun with her. They can make sure the lab is secure.
She also has a thumb drive with copies of the files Shaun received in his Christmas stocking. A cure seems too unlikely to hope for. Immunity would feel just as unlikely if she hadn't gone over the evidence herself a hundred times. She needs someone with the ability to actually prove it.
Which brings them to Rick. She glances at her friends--Buffy still counts, probably, despite everything, before straightening and firmly knocking on the door.]
Here goes nothing.
Where: Rick's room
When: weekend after the event
Rating: PG-13 probably there's a lot of cussing
Summary: Rick thinks he can cure zombies. George has her doubts, but she's willing to let him try. Besides, she has her own research she'd like verified.
The Story:
[Georgia is extremely skeptical of Rick's odds at curing the disease that's been plaguing their world for over two decades, but hey, if he wants to try, and if he's willing to be careful about it, she's certainly not opposed to letting him play around with her blood. She has her doubts about how careful he'll be, but that's why she's got Buffy and Shaun with her. They can make sure the lab is secure.
She also has a thumb drive with copies of the files Shaun received in his Christmas stocking. A cure seems too unlikely to hope for. Immunity would feel just as unlikely if she hadn't gone over the evidence herself a hundred times. She needs someone with the ability to actually prove it.
Which brings them to Rick. She glances at her friends--Buffy still counts, probably, despite everything, before straightening and firmly knocking on the door.]
Here goes nothing.
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[Shaun's an optimist.]
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[ And of course Buffy is wearing a frankly obscene amount of cameras for this trip. All of them disguised as part of her outfit. ]
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Cool, this the zombie posse?
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Still, she's determined to give him a chance. If he can actually figure out the immunity thing, great. But if they can't make him understand the gravity of the situation, they're out. Her curiosity is not worth everyone's lives.]
That's a term for it. [She nods her head.] Hello, Dr. Sanchez. This is my brother, Shaun Mason, and our partner, Buffy Meissonier. We wanted to get a look at the lab.
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Nice to meet you.
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Thanks for having us, Dr. Sanchez.
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Yeah, whatever. Don't touch anything.
[He pushes the door to his lab open further, letting them in. The place looks pretty dang futuristic. And also kinda shitty.]
S-So you all ready to bleed for science or am I gonna, gonna have to break out the "I promise not to use your genetic material to create a b-b-brand new human subspecies completely b-beholden to me" waivers?
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That hadn't really been a possibility that had crossed my mind. [Okay, maybe she'd underestimated the mad a little bit.]
And not really what we were worried about. You do understand that if you're not careful, every single person here could die? And I don't care if they'd come back. We're not letting that happen with our blood. If we're going to let you do this, we need a hell of a lot more than a waiver. We need... [She looks around.] Well, an entirely redone lab, to start. One that you're not sleeping in.
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Do you have any bio-hazard protocols to keep the virus from contaminating the rest of the mansion? Or even a gallon of bleach in your closet in case you drop a sample and need to kill it? We're really contagious.
[ Buffy is a bit skeptical about this and the look she shoots at George and Shaun says it. ]
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["Problem with Authority" may as well be stamped on his forehead.]
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Uh, yeah, that's wh-what brain-hacking is for, o-obviously. There's approximately ten trillion ways to control a person.
[But anyway, moving on. He folds his arms and watches George and Buffy examining the lab.]
And, no, the lab isn't getting redone, I f-fucking live here. I've already got qu-quarantine procedures in place--watch this.
[He pulls out a drawer, futzes around inside for a moment and then pulls out a small control panel with a few buttons. He hits one of them and metal panels slam shut over the windows and door. A small speaker descends from the ceiling, followed by a cheery, robotic, female voice. A few lights on the walls flash somewhat ominously.]
"Thank you for starting the Self-Destruct Sequence! Please choose from the following options. Press ONE for Chemical Annihilation. Press TWO for Nuclear Incineration. Press THREE for Atomic Desynchronization. Press FOUR for Biblical Flooding. Press FIVE for Flerbleflop Deployment. For emergencies greater than Keter class, please press ZERO for The Vodka Protocol."
[Rick hits another button and the lights stop flashing. The panels on the windows and door roll back upward out of sight. The robotic voice says,]
"Thank you for cancelling the Self-Destruct Sequence! Please enjoy your disaster-free day!"
[The speaker retracts into the ceiling and Rick pockets the device.]
Yeah, th-this isn't my first fucking rodeo. I've cured Space AIDS like, four times across two different realities. Don't fucking talk to me about bleach, bleach is unreliable. I-I've seen entire planets glassed as part of standard quarantine procedure, s-so trust me, I kinda know what the fuck I'm doing.
[He's just casually not gonna mention that he probably also invented several versions of Space Cancer, and also that incident with the Cronenbergs.]
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If you have a better solution than bleach, we can hear it, but if you won't work in a lab that meets our standards you don't get our blood. It's really that simple.
[She is interested in finding out what he can learn and if he actually can solve Kellis-Amberlee, as impossible as it sounds, but she's not interested enough to risk the Mansion. Rick may be confident he can cure it. She's certainly not confident enough to let it spread.]
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What's a flerbleflop?