May 02, 2009 23:37
There is a thing that Clair has always wanted to do. Always since nearly her very first week in the Nexus. And has never worked up the will do do it.
But now, there's really no reason not to, is there? No real reason. And it'll be better now, now that she's waited, now that she's refined it, redeveloped it, retooled it.
Fear gas. Nightmares in billowing clouds of opaque gray around a central point, spreading fast, with something new and old in one. Long-lost memories. Of your past, of your childhood, even of your dreams. Everyone has them, at least one.
And something else in the clouds, waiting to be breathed in with the vapor; nanites, tiny and benign, designed only to record and transmit, to send the data gleaned from this 'experiment' to its originator, and then disintegrate harmlessly into the blood.
((OOC notes: Yep, fear gas. It's been years, figured it was time again. Up to you if your pup gets caught in it. Duration is also up to you, but no longer than overnight. Clair probably won't be doing anything with the gathered info, which is nothing more than physical stats. She can't see the memories unearthed, only their effects on blood pressure, neurotransmitters, etc.
And yes, Clair is at that central point.))