[Open post] Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting.

[doctor_pascal]

Over the past few weeks, Pascal has been obsessively reading, noting, compiling. His teaching sessions with Fuchsia brought on some curiosity about organ transplants. From there, he stumbled into some disturbing reports which have kept him awake at night, disturbed his sleep and eating habits

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[silvereyedphage]

Here's someone who knows quite a bit about organ transplants and zombies (of the supernatural variety at least), who's just entering the common area with a cup of tea and a blueberry scone. He eyes Pascal's notes, and then the crowbar. "Are you bracing for a raid, Doctor Rougon?" he asks, innocently, but with a hint of whimsy.

[doctor_pascal]

Blink. "--- I beg your pardon?" Pascal twitches a little, blinks at Muraki. "--- No, no, of course not, that's silly."

Right, right?

[silvereyedphage]

He glances at the crowbar, indicating it with an upturned hand. "It was either that, or you were opening an especially recalcitrant crate."

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal braces, feels yet sillier. "--- I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about," he replies as innocently as he can. Not his specialty.

[iwalkindreams]

Moroi or not, Adrian is still alive - so here he is, descending after an agitated sleep session, probably looking for something to nibble on. Preferably a neck, but hey, we're not picky here. Adrian is just slightly crabby.

"Hello -- I, er, sorry to interrupt."

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal startles, then relaxes when he sees what he assumes is a normal human.

"--- that's alright, Monsieur," he says, and stands tiredly. "Was there something for your service?"

He thinks Adrian is looking him up for something medical in nature.

[drownedfuchsia]

If Pascal is obsessively reading about depravity, cowardice, deadly viruses, madness, clearly, there is only one solution.

Fuchsia Groan.

Doctor Pascal's attempted to let her do something useful which Fuchsia doesn't feel she's had the chance for in the past. There's Titus as the exception, but Titus is always the exception.

So, it might be possible for Fuchsia to cheer him up.

"What's that?" Or she could ask about the crowbar.

[doctor_pascal]

If there's one person Pascal wouldn't want to distress with stories of reanimated corpses, it's probably Mademoiselle Fuchsia. That's probably Pascal closes his book and turns it face down so that the title won't be visible.

"-- Oh, only some silly stories, Mademoiselle," he replies as he stands to bow politely. "Have you been well?"

Aaaaaaaand we do have them in an older post - did you have thoughts on it, should we wrap that one up, or?

There was a tag there, I swear IDK where it went!

[drownedfuchsia]

"I like silly stories and I have been well," in her typical way, she flounces into a nearby chair.

"I've been reading."

Seriously, I tagged that post, on my phone. I did! IDK why -- IDK, but yes, wrapping them up sometime soon would be good.

Must have gone to Narnia, I hear they have good parties there...

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal musters a smile for Fuchsia, sits as well, if properly.

"Oh? What have you been reading, pray tell?"

He's happy to make her talk rather than talk about his own disturbing investigations.

[regency_twihard]

At some point, a girl in a sleeveless blue Empire gown layered over a white blouse enters the library, carrying a thick black book with the image of a White Queen chesspiece on the dust jacket, and looking about for a quiet nook in which to read. Spying Pascal at work, she pauses. "Oh, excuse me, sir, I hope I did not disturb any important research."

Her eyes dart to the crowbar nervously. Is this a mad scientist, on the order of Viktor Frankenstein?

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal of course stands, the perfect gentleman. "--- Mademoiselle," he says, very politely. "It's my fault if I am in a public place, and so I should not be offended by a visit."

He bows, his books and notes are momentarily put away.

"Docteur Pascal Rougon, at your service, Mademoiselle...?"

[regency_twihard]

"Catherine Morland, formerly of Fullerton," she replies, curtseying. "I saw your papers and I was curious as to what you might be researching?"

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal can't really tell her about zombies, so he gets slightly flustered (barely visibly), and finds a half-truth. "--- history, Mademoiselle," he replies. "Though you would certainly find it tedious."

[sandman_slim]

Stark's just gotten up from a nap and he's a bit groggy and not feeling particularly awake just yet. In fact, he doesn't look very awake either and considering what he looks like on a regular basis, it's not a very good image for him.

Still, some food would go a long way to making him feel better and he wanders into the common room, yawning hugely.

[doctor_pascal]

This would be Pascal's WTF face. And his hand reaches for the crowbar, he doesn't exactly move, frozen, ready to... smash a skull.

Or something to that effect.

Funny how one's resolve can be fragile, at times. Lost bullets were less scary, Pascal reminds himself.

[sandman_slim]

Sorry guy. You don't really register as much of a threat on Stark's radar, though he should probably pay a lot more attention to that crowbar...

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal's hand gets a firm grip on the crow bar, just like it said in the guide. He freezes, takes a quiet breath, and without a word (though with some sound), he raises the crowbar with every intention to smash the not!zombie's skull.