And on the Third day...

[eyelus]

Who: Lus, Damian, Sabbat
What: Lus stirs up some trouble for himself.
When: ...Current time in Game.
Where: The Hospital~

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[hatter_s]

Sabbat was not asleep. He had been asleep, but when you're an assassin and sleep lightly anyway, it doesn't take much to wake you. And Lus' journey down the corridor had been a little more than 'not much' in the way of noise.

Bastard.

He opened one eye and glared balefully at the eye-thief. "'m fine. Would've been better 'f you hadn't been making as much noise as a drunk monkey in a galley."

He shifted, trying to get comfortable (Lus was right - the chairs were murder to sleep on), and suddenly became aware that he was holding something unfamiliar in the fist clenched on his chest. Frowning, he brought his hand up and peered at it. The object appeared to be a syringe, half empty.

Oh. I remember. Fucking stuff not working when I need it to. Need Smoke

Well, there was no way he was getting back to sleep now. With a muttered curse he opened his other eye and sat up, dropping the syringe behind the chairs.

"Anythin' happening, or did you wake me up for the hell of it?"

[eyelus]

"Well, nothing interesting's happening at all," Lus shrugged, "And I found some more Morphine. And a couple of, like, Ollenty-3's that might do some good. Well, I think they're Ollenty... Different brand name, same drug." He started digging through his bag again, trying to find the items in question. "I'm gonna have to start going deeper into this place to find more stuff."

He handed over the drugs, and flopped onto a chair, looking utterly bored with the world, even though below the surface he was about thisclose to twitching at every opportunity.

[hatter_s]

"Morphine's no fucking good." Sabbat gestured to the dropped syringe. "Need Smoke. Not that there's any in this place."

And if you don't get it? Add another body to the count, and it sure as hells won't be yours.Not at first, anyway. No-one'll miss the shapeshifter, after all....

He looked down at the packets Lus had given him. Maybe these'd work....whatever they were. Remembering his mistake with the morphine, he looked over at the other man.

"What d'you do with these?"

[eyelus]

Lus popped one out of its little plastic bubble. "You put it on your tongue and then take a drink, and swallow it with it." He handed it over. "Probably not the best idea to mix 'em with booze." He rifled through his duffel again, and came out with a water bottle.

God, even Sabbat's eyes were starting to look like something he ought to take. Really, this was getting the the point where he couldn't deal with it. He needed some. Like... last Tuesday, or something. Fucking hell.

[hatter_s]

Sabbat took the water and did as he was told. The little pill didn't look as if it'd be strong enough to have much effect, though (and effect was really what he needed at the moment), so he popped another couple out.

Can't hurt to try. Too much'd be better than too little, right?

[eyelus]

"Woah, woah, woah! What're you doing, man?" Lus shifted reaching out to stop Sabbat from doing that. "More than one of those thing'll lay you out flat. They're fucking horse tranqs, man." He gave Sabbat a warning look. "That shit's dangerous. Give it a minute, it'll take the edge off, I think."

He tugged the other Ollenty-3's away from the other man, and tucked them back in his bag, just in case. He really didn't want Sabbat up and dying on him...