Five (Wait, What?)

[teutonic_terror]

[Medic has, considering the circumstances, recovered from his run-in with the Post Office spectacularly well. He still can't see, and he still can't remember his own native language, but he has his Kritz (and therefore his sanity) back. He's slowly learning to navigate his house without the use of his eyes; his drone wife is being most helpful. But

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o hai

[doc_furcoat]

Experiments? Y'plannin' on puttin' Mentos in bottles a Coke, or y'talkin' bout fancy shit?

Re: o hai

[teutonic_terror]

[Mentos? Coke? What?]

I am talking about actual science! For instance, the Mayfield respawn machines. Imagine what we could be capable of if we found them and were able to study how they worked!

[doc_furcoat]

[Making rocket cars are fun, Medic. But messy.]

Respawn machines? What the hell y'talkin' about?

[teutonic_terror]

How long have you been here? Haven't you died yet?

[This is said with about the same tone as 'don't you brush your teeth every morning?!'.]

The respawn will pick you up, fix you, and put you back in your bed as though nothing happened at all. It's my theory as to how we're brought here in the first place.

[doc_furcoat]

I don't make a hobby outta dyin', mate.

[And he actually doesn't do even that... though he's been better about it cause of drone wife... BUT STILL.]

... really now? [He sounds intrigued.]

[teutonic_terror]

Really. The respawn is my special project. I have one in the place I suppose I could call home; this respawn deals with a much larger group of people. Imagine, not just one faulty old respawn machine but a new streamlined group of them...

[Uh oh, Worth. You're going to get scienced at. A lot. YOU BROUGHT IT ON YOURSELF. YOU ENCOURAGED HIM.]