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Nick(?) of Time [02]

Jul 16, 2009 18:05

He can distantly make out the figures around him through the haze of whatever it is they've injected into his bloodstream; they have the white coats and the equipment of doctors, for certain, but there's something off. Maybe it's the way they carry themselves, or the hushed manner in which they talk ( Read more... )

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bluebrainiac July 18 2009, 03:19:04 UTC

Amber gasps as the door is open, but she darts forward to grab the nearest weapon she can find. It turns out to be a scalpel, which she just clutches determinedly at. It feels almost right in her hand, almost useful. Almost.

But she's at a loss for how to fight these people if she needs to, so she just holds it up as threateningly as she can. "Alright! What's going on here?"

bluebrainiac July 18 2009, 16:21:38 UTC

She clutches the syringe in her left hand and the bottle in her right. She has no idea what to do with a needle, if it will help at all. Certainly it won't immobilize them immediately. But she's seen enough daytime television to know what to do to an assailant with a bottle.

ghostshield July 19 2009, 04:50:24 UTC

Greg forces himself up, and awkwardly fumbles through a drawer. Should a guy really be doing that while awake?

This doctor is apparently not just a closet alcoholic, he's a smoker too, if the packet of cigarettes and lighter in the drawer are anything to go by. Then again, this IS before the days of surgeon general warnings. He fumbles the lighter out. And we DO mean fumbles, because he immediately drops it on the ground.

...the steps stop right in front of the door.

bluebrainiac July 19 2009, 04:54:38 UTC

Amber observes the lighter on the floor, mind jumping despite her behest to the logical conclusion. A bottle of alcohol wasn't a great weapon on its own, but with an ignitor -- she couldn't bring herself to do that, could she? She clutches her bottle close, ready to hit whatever opens that door and foot edging towards the lighter.

ghostshield July 19 2009, 04:58:57 UTC

Some quiet muttering.

And then the door flies open and the group of bald doctors stream in, knives at the ready.

Greg would be screaming a bit if he wasn't still in a bit of a stupor.

bluebrainiac July 19 2009, 05:03:23 UTC

Ami smashes at the first one's the head with a bottle, then dives for the ground, grabbing the lighter Greg dropped. It will be leverage, anyway.

ghostshield July 19 2009, 05:16:20 UTC

There's a sort of group moment of "stun" as one of them is hit by the head.

Greg may be drugged, but he's not stupid enough to think that's gonna stop them. He fumbles towards Ami, grabbing the lighter -- his fine motor is SLOWLY beginning to improve, possibly from adrenaline -- and he lights it and lobs the sucker at the doused stranger.

The burning from the alcohol causes them all to scream from sympathetic pain.

The burning from the sprinklers that subsequently go off cause ALL of them to scream from INDIVIDUAL pain. They struggle to get away, but the sustained flow is too much, and the whole lot crumple to the ground, clearly dead.

He hadn't actually had the cognitive capacity to plan for that, but that works too.

bluebrainiac July 19 2009, 05:20:53 UTC

Amber stares at Greg, gasping in horror. "What did you DO?"

ghostshield July 19 2009, 05:24:02 UTC

He struggles to enunciate. "Waaaanted... just stun... but sprinklers... they haaaate waaater..."

He grabs his head, shaking it. The water from the ceiling is helping him clear his mind a bit, anyway. "We... need to get out of here..."

bluebrainiac July 19 2009, 05:28:33 UTC

She kneels down, offering him a hand up. "Can you stand?"

"I'm afraid I don't know the way out, and there could be more of those... things."

ghostshield July 19 2009, 05:35:36 UTC

He takes the hand; he's still unsteady on his feet, but he's definitely on the mend. "Something... will change. Just... need to find the change."

He looks at the cabinets. "Words..." He opens the drawers and begins digging. Words. The words are always wrong. There has to be something in here.

bluebrainiac July 19 2009, 05:40:24 UTC

"Words..." She starts to dig through the files, too, hoping to find one that can help with this man or anything going on here. Names jump out at her, strangely familiar. The Japanese ones particularly catch her eye. You didn't see many of those around here.

ghostshield July 19 2009, 05:51:32 UTC

Greg digs through the files himself. Most of the names are unfamiliar to him, but some seem to tug at the corners of his mind for reasons he can't put a finger on.

And then one catches his attention: "Nicholas Reeve."

Nick...?

His head swims. He hasn't cleared the drugs ENTIRELY out of his system, and the feeling he's getting seeing this name...

Why does it seem... familiar? From both one past life... and another...

He shakes his head, wondering where THAT came from.

bluebrainiac July 20 2009, 01:27:33 UTC

Amber stares at the file marked Mizuno Ami for nearly thirty seconds before realizing that this is the middle of a crisis situation and therefore Really Not the Time. "Should we go, Mister?" She can't really bring herself to put it away just yet, though.

ghostshield July 20 2009, 03:26:18 UTC

Greg doesn't respond immediately, instead reaching out for the rogue file (which is progressively getting wet from the sprinklers). He opens it up, shaking a bit...

And suddenly everything swirls again, and they're not in the hospital anymore. In fact, if he didn't know better, he'd swear they were out in the middle of the city.

"Uh, um, that's one way to do it," he stammers a bit.

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