Catastrophe And The Cure [CLOSED]
Characters: Rion Steiner, Rebecca Chambers, Jeff Andonuts, and V.
Content: The creation of the drug to help keep Rion’s head from exploding has arrived. Now all that’s left is the final step-the glorious pill. Participants would only be applicable to anyone who was addressed and/or commented in this entry.
Location: A makeshift laboratory (most likely a former meth lab) in a building on 5th Ave and 23rd St.
Time of day: Noon.
Warnings: Drugs, explosions, chaos, mayhem. It’s Rion.
Amazingly, Rion accomplished in waking himself early that morning, even before Garnet. From the way she sounded before going to bed, he figured it was best that he not disturb her. It appeared she had already been having trouble sleeping, in any case. Then there was that other weird guy who, in spite of getting hit in the head with a chair, decidedly stuck around... Rion still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of him.
Thankful to small favors that things had so far been going pretty smoothly, Rion left the Masonic Lodge that day with his radio in hand. In the case of anyone needing to get a hold of him, he wouldn’t be impossible to reach.
While he had walked to the nearest internet café, he remembered Garnet. She didn’t return the other night. Rion didn’t know whether it was his place or not, when he had so many other concerns of his own. She was living with him. She didn’t have any other place to go but where they were. In a way, her problems with his problems as well, just like when he had inadvertently dragged her into the mess with Birdman. They were in this together, weren’t they?
Hating himself for not looking for her instead, Rion had decided it was only right to have left her some kind of small note. In case if she came back while he was gone. The least he could do was let her know where he was. His own writing had been scrawled, messy since he couldn’t see the pages or his own writing. He had tried to be careful when writing it, enough to hopefully make it legible for Garnet if she returned, and taped it on the door to the room where she used to sleep. This way, she wouldn’t worry too much about him, and if she needed to, she could always contact him by radio.
This wasn’t the first time Rion had snuck out between times of the day, either. If anyone thought that he had done nothing but squat in the Masonic Lodge this entire time, they really weren’t paying attention. Every other day, monster attacks aside, there was a little laboratory he visited not far from the lodge. More likely than not, it had been used for purposes other than your average chemist experiments. Whoever used to live here, whoever had probably died here, had an extensive selection of drugs and chemicals that even Rion was unfamiliar with.
Together with V, Rion had been working the past few weeks in this lab, putting together the samples they had gathered together from Riverside and studying the dosages. Surprisingly, they had discovered a lot over the course of their short time. What probably would have taken months if not years of combining and experimenting, Rion had a feeling they were getting pretty close.
One thing he realized during his first few weeks in Manhattan, was that the use of certain drugs worked as a substitute for the Delmetor. Only problem was, according to others, the drugs had been dangerous and later confiscated from him. What they didn’t know was that, without something akin to Delmetor to repress a short circuit, Rion could potentially die.
He had made a quick trip to the internet café, briefly mentioning the code to anyone willing to help. He was surprised to see how well the woman there was willing to work with him. Rion figured that if Birdman went looking for him, naturally he wouldn’t have caught on the context of the code and realize he’d been wasting his time. Perhaps someone like Rebecca would know. He didn’t know about Jeff... assuming that Jeff had the time. He seemed pretty busy. Either way, it would have been too much a roundabout way to waste any patience with the extra precautions. Discretion was key; Rion made sure he was extra careful this time. He couldn’t afford another encounter with Birdman or Parano.
Mobility was difficult. He could barely hold his head upright as he stumbled into the lab, careful not to trip over anything. His fingers were numb and his skin felt as though it were on fire. Gradually, his body was starting to give out on him, not complying with his commands to move. His legs were solid, like rocks, dragging them across the concrete surface and running his numbed fingers over the metal counter. Here, Rion and V had ensured much of their tests. Once figuring out the main component of the drugs that had been part of the Delmetor, and what composite much of the PPECs in general, Rion felt they were close.
If they could only combine the right kind of chemicals, they could recreate it.
The only problem would be convincing them to make it. Much of the drugs Rion had taken were in massive dosages. Heavy sedatives, some hallucinogens, some of the strongest painkillers helped reduce the likelihood of a short circuit. These had similar effects Delmetor once had. So the problem? Much of them could only be taken in a dangerously large quantity. Rion learned that he had taken enough Valium once to kill an elephant, yet his body didn’t give out.
Back at the Babylon Hotel, Rion learned that the drugs the Galerians took on a regular basis were enough to be instantly fatal to a human. But to Galerians, with bodies like theirs, somehow they were able to survive dangerously large dosages.
Rion put together all of the components that seemed viable substitutes for what they needed. The past few weeks were spent with V, gathering these substances and bringing them together. They didn’t have many chances to risk.
It was now or never...
As Rion grabbed for a full vial stacked with the rest of the samples, he felt his skin burn once again with the same irritation. Like there was a fire inside of him, callous, electrical currents bursting through his blood vessels. The migraine was much like any other, but that still didn’t repress Rion from dropping the vial, clutching his head, and yelling out in pain.
Too much movement. He really should have picked another day to do this, if he felt that he had the time. But time wasn’t really working well in his favor. He stopped, taking deep, heavy breaths before forcing himself onto his feet again, reaching out for a chair, and took a seat. Head in his hands, he sat there. Waiting for someone else to show up.
Hopefully V.
Where was V? Jeff said he was on his way, too. And Rebecca... Where were...?
Last thing he needed was to blindly mix unknown chemicals and blow the place up.
Christ, did this ever feel like death.
Content: The creation of the drug to help keep Rion’s head from exploding has arrived. Now all that’s left is the final step-the glorious pill. Participants would only be applicable to anyone who was addressed and/or commented in this entry.
Location: A makeshift laboratory (most likely a former meth lab) in a building on 5th Ave and 23rd St.
Time of day: Noon.
Warnings: Drugs, explosions, chaos, mayhem. It’s Rion.
Amazingly, Rion accomplished in waking himself early that morning, even before Garnet. From the way she sounded before going to bed, he figured it was best that he not disturb her. It appeared she had already been having trouble sleeping, in any case. Then there was that other weird guy who, in spite of getting hit in the head with a chair, decidedly stuck around... Rion still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of him.
Thankful to small favors that things had so far been going pretty smoothly, Rion left the Masonic Lodge that day with his radio in hand. In the case of anyone needing to get a hold of him, he wouldn’t be impossible to reach.
While he had walked to the nearest internet café, he remembered Garnet. She didn’t return the other night. Rion didn’t know whether it was his place or not, when he had so many other concerns of his own. She was living with him. She didn’t have any other place to go but where they were. In a way, her problems with his problems as well, just like when he had inadvertently dragged her into the mess with Birdman. They were in this together, weren’t they?
Hating himself for not looking for her instead, Rion had decided it was only right to have left her some kind of small note. In case if she came back while he was gone. The least he could do was let her know where he was. His own writing had been scrawled, messy since he couldn’t see the pages or his own writing. He had tried to be careful when writing it, enough to hopefully make it legible for Garnet if she returned, and taped it on the door to the room where she used to sleep. This way, she wouldn’t worry too much about him, and if she needed to, she could always contact him by radio.
This wasn’t the first time Rion had snuck out between times of the day, either. If anyone thought that he had done nothing but squat in the Masonic Lodge this entire time, they really weren’t paying attention. Every other day, monster attacks aside, there was a little laboratory he visited not far from the lodge. More likely than not, it had been used for purposes other than your average chemist experiments. Whoever used to live here, whoever had probably died here, had an extensive selection of drugs and chemicals that even Rion was unfamiliar with.
Together with V, Rion had been working the past few weeks in this lab, putting together the samples they had gathered together from Riverside and studying the dosages. Surprisingly, they had discovered a lot over the course of their short time. What probably would have taken months if not years of combining and experimenting, Rion had a feeling they were getting pretty close.
One thing he realized during his first few weeks in Manhattan, was that the use of certain drugs worked as a substitute for the Delmetor. Only problem was, according to others, the drugs had been dangerous and later confiscated from him. What they didn’t know was that, without something akin to Delmetor to repress a short circuit, Rion could potentially die.
He had made a quick trip to the internet café, briefly mentioning the code to anyone willing to help. He was surprised to see how well the woman there was willing to work with him. Rion figured that if Birdman went looking for him, naturally he wouldn’t have caught on the context of the code and realize he’d been wasting his time. Perhaps someone like Rebecca would know. He didn’t know about Jeff... assuming that Jeff had the time. He seemed pretty busy. Either way, it would have been too much a roundabout way to waste any patience with the extra precautions. Discretion was key; Rion made sure he was extra careful this time. He couldn’t afford another encounter with Birdman or Parano.
Mobility was difficult. He could barely hold his head upright as he stumbled into the lab, careful not to trip over anything. His fingers were numb and his skin felt as though it were on fire. Gradually, his body was starting to give out on him, not complying with his commands to move. His legs were solid, like rocks, dragging them across the concrete surface and running his numbed fingers over the metal counter. Here, Rion and V had ensured much of their tests. Once figuring out the main component of the drugs that had been part of the Delmetor, and what composite much of the PPECs in general, Rion felt they were close.
If they could only combine the right kind of chemicals, they could recreate it.
The only problem would be convincing them to make it. Much of the drugs Rion had taken were in massive dosages. Heavy sedatives, some hallucinogens, some of the strongest painkillers helped reduce the likelihood of a short circuit. These had similar effects Delmetor once had. So the problem? Much of them could only be taken in a dangerously large quantity. Rion learned that he had taken enough Valium once to kill an elephant, yet his body didn’t give out.
Back at the Babylon Hotel, Rion learned that the drugs the Galerians took on a regular basis were enough to be instantly fatal to a human. But to Galerians, with bodies like theirs, somehow they were able to survive dangerously large dosages.
Rion put together all of the components that seemed viable substitutes for what they needed. The past few weeks were spent with V, gathering these substances and bringing them together. They didn’t have many chances to risk.
It was now or never...
As Rion grabbed for a full vial stacked with the rest of the samples, he felt his skin burn once again with the same irritation. Like there was a fire inside of him, callous, electrical currents bursting through his blood vessels. The migraine was much like any other, but that still didn’t repress Rion from dropping the vial, clutching his head, and yelling out in pain.
Too much movement. He really should have picked another day to do this, if he felt that he had the time. But time wasn’t really working well in his favor. He stopped, taking deep, heavy breaths before forcing himself onto his feet again, reaching out for a chair, and took a seat. Head in his hands, he sat there. Waiting for someone else to show up.
Hopefully V.
Where was V? Jeff said he was on his way, too. And Rebecca... Where were...?
Last thing he needed was to blindly mix unknown chemicals and blow the place up.
Christ, did this ever feel like death.