To sleep, perchance to dream
[Soolin arranges her bedside table. There's the Somnifera, a double dose of that into the glass of whiskey, and some heavy sleeping tablets lying beside the glass--just in case. She mixes the liquid, warms the glass in her hands and sips from it.]
At least this way I won't be making stupid advances. A dose this strong should keep any visions away and just knock me out.
[wry smile]
Besides, it keeps my hands from trembling, and we can't have that, can we?
[She plays with the bandage on her left hand--the cloth has had a regenerative effect on the cuts, and she can remove the thing now. Idly, she observes the cuts.]
Well, that one there certainly cut through the "love line".
[She laughs a little, a warm glow in her stomach and chest telling her that the drug is already taking effect. Somehow it's always bringing old superstitions and myths to the surface; Soolin remembers discussing this effect with Dorian. His wild theories of reversion, the human collective subconscious and other mumbo-jumbo never convinced her--she said they had had too few people to test it upon, and even they were seemingly well-educated. When she'd jokingly suggested dosing Hommiks with it to see just *how* primitive one could get, Dorian had gone off to sulk for days. This only confirmed *her* theory that Dorian was ashamed of his unscientific hypotheses anyway.]
Here's to education, then. I'd hate to see this wasted on barbarians.
[She empties the glass and goes to bed. Sleep doesn't come yet, but she's waiting. It'll take a while.]
At least this way I won't be making stupid advances. A dose this strong should keep any visions away and just knock me out.
[wry smile]
Besides, it keeps my hands from trembling, and we can't have that, can we?
[She plays with the bandage on her left hand--the cloth has had a regenerative effect on the cuts, and she can remove the thing now. Idly, she observes the cuts.]
Well, that one there certainly cut through the "love line".
[She laughs a little, a warm glow in her stomach and chest telling her that the drug is already taking effect. Somehow it's always bringing old superstitions and myths to the surface; Soolin remembers discussing this effect with Dorian. His wild theories of reversion, the human collective subconscious and other mumbo-jumbo never convinced her--she said they had had too few people to test it upon, and even they were seemingly well-educated. When she'd jokingly suggested dosing Hommiks with it to see just *how* primitive one could get, Dorian had gone off to sulk for days. This only confirmed *her* theory that Dorian was ashamed of his unscientific hypotheses anyway.]
Here's to education, then. I'd hate to see this wasted on barbarians.
[She empties the glass and goes to bed. Sleep doesn't come yet, but she's waiting. It'll take a while.]