✖ Doc Worth ✖ Fourth Dose ✖ Video ✖

[amphetamedic]

Know what week I miss, kids?

[The camera is moving around haphazardly, held in two grubby looking hands. Worth is fiddling with the 'berry, and the result is a picture that looks like the worst parts of The Blair Witch Project--in terms of camera stability. Not in...subject matter.]

Boozin' week.

But! [Worth finally sets the camera down and

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[livelygolem]

Hey, listen, be careful who you go "testing". I know you're an amoral misanthrope, but even that is a little weird.

[NO WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT DYING OKAY]

[amphetamedic]

Misanthrope? [Worth snorts in laughter.] Hardly. And it's all in th' spirit o' science, I assure--regardless o' what ya may think, I've actually got good intentions this time. Ain't my fault people don't trust me. This place serves as a makeshift doctor's office, too.

[The smile drops from his face abruptly. Stern, fatherly look of doom commencing.]

Thass three then, yeah?

[livelygolem]

[Fatherly look of doom meet petulant arm-crossing of adolescent RAEG.] Three what?

[amphetamedic]

[Deep breath.]

THREE TIMES YA ACTED LIKE A GODDAMN FUCKALL AND GOT YERSELF KILLED, YA BLOODY IDIOT!!

[He glares. And then rubs a hand over his hair and visibly rolls his shoulders, relaxing.]

...how's that magic treatin' ya in this place..?

[livelygolem]

It's treating me AWESOME. [He'll just roll right over your scolding.] I feel like I'm super-charged after being dead for a month. And I mean, this place is weird? Like hella weird. But when I'm perfectly capable of defending myself, it's super, super AWESOME. Dude, where are you, anyway?

[amphetamedic]

Good. Might wanna practice recovery castin', and whateva else'll make ya feel better if we go back ta that other place where yer powers're muted. But I'm sure a genius like you's already thoughta that, hrm?

[Half-insults always made Worth's concern easier to stomach, for him.]

Talkin' ta yer girly. Think she's comin' this way--this dollhouse place's shitty, but the locals're pretty fuckin' scareda me. So I got a nice lil' setup, if ya need a place ta recharge.

Briefly.

[livelygolem]

I might take you up on--HEY.

No...testing on Kenzi. Don't be an ass. Hole.

[amphetamedic]

What? S'not like I told her ta--she's the one all gung-ho 'bout the idea.

'Sides. Not like I'd hurt her.

[...on purpose. :| ]

[livelygolem]

Yeeeah, you better not. I have like...three friends here, and I'm less than interested in any of them turning into toads or some bullshit. Don't think I don't know what you're doing.

[amphetamedic]

What I'm doin'? Hanna, ya wound me. Ya know I've only got the best interests o' the population at heart!

...but fine, if yer gonna get all bitchy 'bout it. I'll tell her she don't fit the criteria, and ya can untwist yer panties, eh?

[livelygolem]

Thank you. Uh...listen, can you watch out for someone else too?

[amphetamedic]

[Just. A deadpan stare. Followed by an extremely put upon sigh.]

Who?

An' more importantly--

--why?

[livelygolem]

Look--his name is Alex Forbes, and he's kind of my pal. So. Come on.

[amphetamedic]

I'm not runnin' a fuckin' daycare, here, Hanna. Just 'cause I take pity on yer undead followin' back at home don't mean I'm gonna play daddy dearest ta whoever ya like here.

[Hrmph. Worth crosses his arms over his chest.]

Whass he look like?

[livelygolem]

I'm not asking to fucking babysit anyone, I'm just saying try not to shove a needle in his arm slash be a crazy bastard! He's a high school kid, blond, stares into your soul that kind of sketchball.

[Y'know. Hanna's preferred variety of sketchball.]

[amphetamedic]

So Veser?

Fine. I'll look out fer him, but if ya end up puttin' the veto on all my willin' patients, I ain't gonna get very far, ya know.

Ya can do somethin' fer me, then, too. Use that cutesie lil' baby face o' yours and ask around ta the locals 'bout what they use for healin'. Medicines, plantlife, so on an' so forth. Heard some mutterin' 'bout red paint, and some more 'bout a flower that heals ya by just bein' NEAR it. If yer really feelin' like an honor roll student, ya can even bring me back some stuff, likesay. Alright?