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entrancelogs2010-11-11 06:03 pm
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It's the death-by-Jack resurrection club! [CLOSED]
Who: Alex Kralie and Dr. Bhamba
Where: 9th floor
When: Two days after this and this.
Rating: Could it be PG, PG-13 at most? *gasps*
Summary: Alex Kralie dies. Doctor Bhamba dies. Two days later the inevitable happens.
Once the process starts it doesn't take long for Dr. Bhamba to revive. A tiny crack in his skull, a minor bleeding in his brain; it's almost silly how little damage he has to show for the devastating effects that came and will come with it.
But now is not the time to think about that. Now is the time to look around and wonder what the hell happened and why the hell he is neither in his bed nor in his lab.
Where: 9th floor
When: Two days after this and this.
Rating: Could it be PG, PG-13 at most? *gasps*
Summary: Alex Kralie dies. Doctor Bhamba dies. Two days later the inevitable happens.
Once the process starts it doesn't take long for Dr. Bhamba to revive. A tiny crack in his skull, a minor bleeding in his brain; it's almost silly how little damage he has to show for the devastating effects that came and will come with it.
But now is not the time to think about that. Now is the time to look around and wonder what the hell happened and why the hell he is neither in his bed nor in his lab.
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Does that mean Jack killed him? He only remembers flashes of the fight, though it's coming back to him gradually. (Oh god, that means he attacked Jack. Oh god.) Or was it that woman with the eyepatch? (That one memory - that can't be real. That - no. Those - no.)
Wait, he revived too?
Not that it's Alex's habit to entertain the worst possible assumption
it totally is, but... He was fighting. He lost it. He lost it completely and he hurt people.For half a second he looks terrified, but then he shuts it down, he repeats the mantra. Don't let it out.
"You died?"
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"Only a little! I barely saw the light at the end of the tunnel! Except then I did and I suspect it was a train, because my head still feels as if one hit me."
He reaches into his pocket while talking, puts two pills into his coffee and empties the cup the moment he's done talking.
"Ahhh."
He takes a pensive look at the rest of his bagel, then decides that it's better off stuffed into the now empty cup and placed on the floor.
"What about you? You'd think overdosing on gene-altering drugs would get boring after a while, but there you have it!"
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Then again, it sucks to die, presumably even if you are some kind of evil body-snatching crocodile-distributing mad-scientist.
Then again again, Alex still doesn't have his glasses on, and melancholy loses its effect when it's blurred out like a less strict Sims censor bar.
This guy has honed avoiding unpleasant subjects into a fine art. The comment about drugs just makes his mouth and lips narrow.
"Can you see my glasses?"
(His glasses are on the floor just inside the room where Bhamba found his coffee. Alas, they've been soundly trodden on.)
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Speaking of not seeing...
"They are neiher on your head nor on the floor."
On the floor in Bhamba's near vicinity anyway, he didn't really pay attention to the one in that room.
He ponders this problem.
"Two years ago one of my colleagues developed a parasitic worm that corrects people's eyesight when inserted into their brain. The success rate is remarkable!"
Bhamba coughs. "In comparison with other parasitic worms that are supposed to correct people's eyesight when inserted into their brain."
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So he gives it his attention as he walks carefully towards the nearby room door and opens it. A closet will give him new glasses. Water. New clothes. He needs clean clothes. He needs to clean his mouth. (Maybe he bit his tongue. Lost teeth. That makes sense. That'd explain it.)
"What, did only most of the people die in testing?"
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He ponders this.
"Admittedly I would not say that everyone is still alive in the strictest sense of the word, but ah..."
He follows Alex, making no attempt to open doors, guide his way or otherwise facilitate his quest for glasses.
"Oh! There was this one batch only about eleven percent of the testers survived on the long run, but that was only due to the high suicide rates that sprung up when most subjects started developing a ridiculously sense of smell for reasons which, according to our legal department, had nothing to do with the brain worms whatsoever."
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He makes a beeline for the closet door - he can see well enough to distinguish it - and now he opens it hastily, reaching inside for a cup of water and a bucket.
"Sure they didn't."
Swilling, swilling - except that moistening it makes the taste of the dessicated blood stronger, even sourer and more rotten, and a trickle of it starts to go backwards down his throat. He convulses and throws up again, violently. The bucket he'd intended to spit into surpasses its original purpose.
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"I submit a new theory: You gorged yourself to death. Do all ADAM addicts just eat each other? I need to know, you see I did not initially consider partial zombification in my research."
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Alex coughs, and spits vomit into the bucket so that he can snap:
"D'you get off on watching me throw up or something? Go away."
When he raises his voice, the edge of panic becomes audible. He's still trying to convince himself that what he remembers doing to the one-eyed woman - the whole muddle of cruel impressions - was just something he imagined.
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He rolls his eyes and stalks past Alex, loudly closing the door behind him as he disappears into the corridor.
Outside his muttering continues, angrily and too quiet to make out, unless one bothered to listen more closely and carefully than the narration suspects Alex of doing.
After a moment the muttering is interrupted by a loud exclamation on Bhamba's part. Another moment of silence and then the muttering quickly resumes, this time in a much more cheerful and conversational tone.
It seems he found better company than Alex outside.
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"That's not what they are!"
This: shouted after Bhamba in a tone reminiscent of 'oh god why would you say that how dare you say that you asshole oh god why would you say that'. Then Alex pulls himself together by force, and stands there shakily. Giving in to sudden anger - that's what a splicer does. He isn't a splicer. He's human and he's sane.
He puts a hand to his face. It's not tumorous or falling in on itself. He came back human and sane, didn't he?
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"Just let it go, he won't--"
And then the door is pushed open forecefully again, though instead of a pair of hands a large snout emerges as the culprit, dashing into the room and followed suit by the rest of one angry crocodile.
Jaws agape Amy darts forward and barely manages to come to a halt before Alex. She thrashes her head from one side to the other and hisses loudly.
After a moment of hesitation Bhamba strolls into the room after her and comments on the scene with a sigh.
"She says you set a bad example for your child and she is very disappointed in you."
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If you think Alex is going to stand there chilling while a massive fucking crocodile charges at him, you've clearly not been paying attention to his opinion on crocodiles in general and this one in particular. He ends up on the other side of the room, pressed up against the wall.
"Call her off!"
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"That is strictly between the two of you. I am not getting involved."
Amy briefly turns her head towards Bhamba and hisses, lower and less forceful than before.
"I should think so, but it may not be a good idea to try. I, ah, will give you some space."
Then he turns around and heads out into the corridor.
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As far as it's possible to raise your voice to someone without taking your eyes off the large angry reptile in front of you, Alex does.
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Amy however will gladly dart forward and snap at the air in front of Alex, her hiss back to the less reassuring tone it had before.
Perhaps even without the ability to speak Crocodile Alex will now understand that they are not done and his attention better return to her and her complaint alone.
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Okay, maybe holding as still as possible will work. Their vision is based on movement or something, right?
Oh Bhamba, you are so not Alex's favourite person just now.
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No, it really isn't.
Amy moves closer towards him, closed snout now pressing against his legs.
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But you know what? He doesn't think he cares any more. Things have shown a steady pattern of getting worse. They've fucking outdone themselves in these last few days. They're not going to start getting better.
He glares at the crocodile, and says coldly: ]
Go on, then. I bet I don't have many left.
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Now you have her confused.
She stops for a moment.
Ponders.
Then she nudges him again.
oh man where did those brackets come from
"Go on then!"
They escaped from ██████
Well, never mind that.
She politely explains to Alex in several low hisses and loud breaths that she is very worried about your ability to parent while under the influence.
She also wants to know about your position on eating human flesh, because she is concerned that you may be teaching her child the wrong values.
...You did have your dictionary at hand to translate all that, right?
Note: so could we use those brackets to kill 682? -Dr ██████
Then again, the way she moves and hisses does look like an attempt at communication...
He's all set to throw away the notion as crazy talk, as far as it'll go. But this is Wonderland. It's had zombies and Pokémon and people living in mirrors and endless shit like that. Every time you think you know what the rules are, they change.
...
"No way are you talking. No way," he says tensely.
Tissue sample [DATA EXPUNGED] - Further testing denied by O5-█
She is not so good at rolling her eyes, otherwise she would do that now.
That Alex fellow is not very perceptive, is he?
She slowly raises her upper body and lowers it again, finishing with an exhale.
Approximate translation? Duh.
I wish they expunged less data. I feel like I'm missing out on fun stuff.
Not that he's presented with much choice. Between 'the crocodile's trying to talk' and 'you're seeing things again'... he'll take the conversational reptile.
Wonderland, he reminds himself. Weird shit.
"Holy..."
He considers yelling at Bhamba again for confirmation - but of course the guy would say his crocodile talks, he's been chatting back to it since forever. So the mad scientist is now also Dr. Dolittle. Great.
It's just that if █████████ ████ the ████ wouldn't ████
"Are you two done yet?"