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Night 51: M81-90 Hallway

Aug 27, 2010 15:43

Scott didn't like the sound of that intercom announcement one bit. Granted, he was hard-pressed to think of one he did like. Maybe the ones that involved pancakes? ...No. No, not even those. By virtue of the man talking about them, those announcements were tainted. Those pancakes were tainted. Tainted pancakes.

Ew.In any case, it sounded like ( Read more... )

lechuck, claude, guy, guybrush, elaine, green arrow, scott pilgrim

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M88 heraldric August 29 2010, 08:50:51 UTC

Claude had told Leon to eat a lot at dinner to keep his strength up, so he had. Granted, he probably would have anyway, but at least now he could say he'd done it for his friend's sake. There wasn't a whole lot else he could do for him, after all.

He took out his bag of supplies, checking over them to see how much he had remaining. Even if the next person on his list didn't bring the supplies they'd said they would, he'd still probably be able to cover two more weapons, give or take, with what he had. The hope was that he wouldn't have to rely on his own stock all the time, but it was good to have it just in case. Sometimes the time they were given at night was woefully short. He couldn't always count on everyone even having the chance to get what was necessary to reimburse him.

Once he was satisfied, he took out his journal and set it where it was easily reachable. Now all he had left to do was wait.

Re: M88 selfrescuer September 3 2010, 10:42:59 UTC

[From here]Luckily for Leon, Elaine arrived with a full pillowcase of bathroom pipes in hand - what she thought to be just enough material for the sword plus maybe one or two pipes extra depending on how much he ended up using. Maybe her night of collecting metal with Morgan had gone by in a blur, but at least it hadn't gone unproductively. She rapped lightly on the door to M88 first before letting herself in ( ... )

Re: M88 heraldric September 3 2010, 14:16:34 UTC

Leon stood up quickly after Elaine entered. He was used to patients waiting outside the door until he let them in, so this was unexpected. It wasn't a problem, as there was really no reason for them to wait, but it was still unexpected. He took in the bag she had to offer, immediately smiling brightly. "That's more than enough. Thank you ( ... )

Re: M88 selfrescuer September 3 2010, 19:49:37 UTC

Elaine didn't paricularly think a title was necessary in this case either, especially not with someone so young (though, admittedly very professional for his age). Using it with strangers and people she had official business with, however, was habit, and in a time like this, when that sinister sleepiness threatened to creep back into her head at every turn, habit was a good thing to rely on. Anything that made it easier to keep talking normally, or to not appear weak ( ... )

Re: M88 heraldric September 4 2010, 23:09:36 UTC

The boy gave Elaine a confused look at that question. "Voodoo?" Had he heard that word before from another patient? He didn't remember. "I don't think so. It's heraldry - involves a number of symbols combined with a natural propensity for magic. Or at least the skills I usually use are."

He began laying out the usual drawings, then placed the amount of metal necessary on top of them. "This skill in particular is alchemy, which is actually something I learned here from another patient here, though I knew a different version from my home world." If that was related to this 'voodoo' thing, he wasn't sure. Magic was different from world to world, especially among the patients here.

Re: M88 selfrescuer September 10 2010, 01:39:04 UTC

"Heraldry" wasn't a term Elaine was familiar with. "Alchemy" was, however, and hearing it uttered caused her to lift an eyebrow. Now that wasn't a field she had a whole lot of confidence in. Once heralded (irony reared its head there) as a great field of chemical and medical study and a possible means toward the transmutation of matter into other matter, it was now dismissed by most reputable doctors and scientists as superstition at best, charlatanism at worst. Voodoo practitioners such as Mêlée Island's own Voodoo Lady tended to laugh off "alchemy" as nothing but doddering old men playing around with toy chemistry sets. Or maybe as a plot point to a cancelled Indiana Jones game. Elaine wasn't sure. The Voodoo Lady did tend to go on about so many things at times; it was easy to forget which bits were important and which weren't ( ... )

Re: M88 heraldric September 16 2010, 07:54:58 UTC

[I fail a gazillion times more than you!]"Anti-ghost root beer?" Leon wrinkled his nose, trying to imagine what that would be like. Would it actually repel spirits? After all he'd seen before now, he wouldn't be surprised if it did. Maybe she could make anti-ghost carrot juice? Carrots were a root. Technically. That would be a matter to look into after he'd finished the project at hand. "Can't say I've ever heard of anyone practicing Voodoo where I'm from, but then I always studied the more scientific aspects of magic ( ... )

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