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Post by Bee on Oct 30, 2007 0:58:32 GMT -5
Mnem's eyes widened slightly in alarm. While the mallet was rubber and probably wouldn't kill the stallion unless Minh got it into her head that she had to swing like a champion to knock the stallion out, Mnem didn't want to risk something unpleasant like brain damage or a splatter of blood on her fur. Mnem took pains to keep herself quite clean, when she was not experimenting herself, and blood was the devil to get out.
Besides, clubbing a nearly unconscious horse over the head with a mallet just seemed so...unnecessarily savage. Which was not to say that Mnem refused to partake in a bit of casual violence, but really, she had just slept with the stallion. She was feeling a bit generous.
"Minh, darling," she said, easing herself between the feline and the mallet she was eying with such enthusiasm. "May I search through what I'm sure is your vast collection of scientific materials? I can probably find something that will do the job less...messily."
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Post by Dark on Oct 30, 2007 17:55:45 GMT -5
No hammer? Curses, Minh sighed, and laid the mallet aside with much forlornness. It would figure; Mnemosyne always seemed to take a certain kind of delight in swooping down and toppling Minh’s mad genius with logic. And while Minh did have a keen appreciation for the slowly concocted, meticulously executed plans that Mnemosyne seemed so fond of, she normally just didn’t have the patience required to pull them of herself. And sometimes flashy explosions and brutal force were more fun, anyway.
But, whatever. If Mnemosyne felt compelled to avoid the possibility of serious brain damage in regards to the guy she had just liquored and sexed up, who was Minh to judge? She’d get to have her fun either way, besides.
“Yes, yes. If you insist. The stuff is over…there,” she waved a paw in the general direction of her supply cupboard, though she had no idea how Mnemosyne was going to successfully navigate the room to get over there. Or how she’d find it, if she did. And then there was always the loose, slightly rabid bander to look out for… “What do you need? Maybe I should get it.”
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Post by Bee on Oct 30, 2007 21:56:15 GMT -5
Mnem eyed the cupboard, and gave a small internal sigh. She didn't need Minh to get anything for her, but at some point she was going to need to teach Minh the finer points of organization. In her path were coffee cups, maps, oddly arragned furniture, and all manner of detritus that would have been better off in a rubbish bin.
"I'm quite all right, dear, but thank you." She carefully navigated herself to her destination. She wasn't sure what kinds of plants or extracts Minh would have, as her forte was obviously more chemistry-oriented, and Mnem had never bothered to check because she had her own supply of plants. Not poppies, though. She'd had plenty of them in the Gardens, but none of them had made the journey with her to Capital City. It wouldn't do to be stopped by law enforcement with controlled substances in one's pack, and Mnem had had to be very careful when she was leaving home.
When she reached the cupboard, she rifled through it cautiously. Most of the stuff in there was useless to her and probably quite dangerous. Minh did not seem to dabble much in botany. Still, perhaps at some point she had gotten curious and--
There. Perfect. Near the back of the cupboard, woefully neglected, a small bottle of pods. Mnem pulled the container out triumphantly.
"This will do perfectly," she announced. She made her way through the mess to the kitchen. "It shouldn't take too long to make the tea." To herself, she muttered, "Five pods should do it, I think....Minh! Make sure Shinrai stays nice and sedate while I make the tea. But no beating."
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Post by seraaches on Oct 30, 2007 22:10:45 GMT -5
Alarming words kept floating by the stallion’s head and he knew he should be worried, but it was taking quite a bit of effort to summon the emotion. A distant, sleepy part of him knew that he needed to be concerned and definitely leaving despite the physical fatigue and accursed alcoholic slowness that threatened to hold him captive. He wasn’t swaying on his feet, though his tail would slip from one side to the next, brushing against his hocks in an almost reassuring gesture.
He didn’t want tea, he didn’t want to be here; he wanted to go home. Yes. That was the important part. Concentrate on getting home. Home. Not to the Marsh; that was too far away. He had to get home.
The females’ first warning sign was the horse’s head coming up. It wasn’t thrown up with vigour, as he would have done if in his right mind, it slipped up slowly as the horse tried to work through the maze of his hazy mind and the cluttered labyrinth that was Minh’s laboratory. He took a small, staggering step away from the cat, bumping lightly into something behind him. His ears went backwards at the sound of glass dancing with the jostle. Where was he?
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Post by Dark on Oct 31, 2007 0:54:47 GMT -5
Minh, who had been routing around in her cupboard for a sterile syringe, froze at the distinct sound of jarred glass, slowly rotating to fix constricted pupils on the culprit. Shinrai wasn’t looking particularly alert, but the alcoholic haze most be lifting a bit because he was starting to flail, and if he knocked over one of her test-tubes she was going to be very, very angry. Those solutions had been sitting there for days, and if he ruined all that careful brewing she just might have to administer an unmedicated spinal tap as a sort of petty revenge.
She needed to calm him down, but how to placate an obviously deranged stallion? Appeal to his sense of responsibility, maybe? Yeah…
Brilliance is often unexpected, and Minh just went with it and hoped it work: “Now, Shinrai, I need you to calm down. You’re in a private clinic; you’ve just been diagnosed with the beginning stages of alcohol poisoning from the randy swill you were drinking earlier. We’re doing everything we can to help you, but you need to cooperate. If you’ll just lie up on this table, we’re going to get something into you to help with alleviating the symptoms.”
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Post by seraaches on Oct 31, 2007 1:06:31 GMT -5
Clinic? Alcohol poisoning? Also exceedingly alarming words, but in a different way; he felt, ironically or not, a little bit calmer with the idea of being in hospital of sorts and having the possibility of dying. He could deal with that; he’d nearly died numerous times before and if it were to happen now, well, then, so be it. Anything but being caught in the hands of someone he was fairly certain doubled as a psycho.
Of course, if his mind had been working a bit better he might have realized he was still in the hands of the psycho he feared and that there was no possible way they were in an actual clinic. Health standards existed for quite a few reasons. But Rai’s still muddled mind thought that this was a reasonable explanation and likely could even explain the swirling mass of unease in his gut. His body was just trying to fight the sickness. He could deal with that.
Getting on a table whilst drunk and hooved proved a rather difficult feat. Shinrai had to move very carefully in order to get his body angled up and onto the cold surface. He blinked in surprise, the chill beginning to slip more of the fog from his mind and grey-green eyes scanned the room with a hint more of alertness. Wot kind of clinic was this?
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Post by Bee on Oct 31, 2007 1:25:08 GMT -5
"That's right, dear," said Mnem kindly, re-entering the room with a cup of tea. Poppy tea on its own tasted quite hideous--Mnem would know, she had used it as a sleep aid once or twice--and she had decided that Shinrai would accept it much more easily if Mnem spruced it up. Milk and honey were about all she could do, as Minh did not seem to keep a lot of spices, but it would do just fine.
She wondered if Shinrai would really place her face through the drunken haze and the delusion that Minh was planting in head. No matter, really, as long as he accepted the tea, but Mnem found it amusing that so short a time after they had been in quite close company, the stallion would figure her for a nurse in a clinic, or something similar.
"We're just trying to help you be well again." She urged the stallion into a better sitting position and pressed the cup toward his mouth. "Drink this, sweetie. It will go a long way toward preventing a killer hangover, and help wash some of the toxins out of your system."
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Post by seraaches on Oct 31, 2007 1:41:47 GMT -5
My head is starting to pound, the stallion tried to tell the canine, but nothing seemed to come out when he opened his mouth; and suddenly there was a cup of tea there instead. No, he didn’t want tea. He wanted to go home. There was something very important about going home.
His eyes narrowed suddenly as he reluctantly swallowed the first of the tea. He recognized her; why did he recognize her? She was at the bar. And she wouldn’t leave him alone, even though he was snarky. Wot was her name? It was long and rather difficult…. Nam….Mim…. Something…
He was still drinking the tea and abruptly pulled back in disgust. He didn’t want the tea. He sounded like a child in his mind, but he knew it was very important. He had to go home, now! He had to… The long head began to droop uneasily, ears still back and held against his skull. Home… Ho—
The stallion was out.
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Post by Dark on Oct 31, 2007 11:03:39 GMT -5
Minh considered the comatose stallion out of the corner of her eye as she got out her supplies. She hadn’t actually thought overly much what she was going to actually do with him, besides the usual blood draw. The opportunity couldn’t be allowed to pass, of course, but that little motivator didn’t seem to bring anything immediately to mind. Apparently she’d used up all her genius convincing the inebriated male he was in a clinic; that kind of on-the-spot brilliance apparently had a heavy price. Curses.
For the moment she busied herself with the familiar task of drawing blood, thirsty needle more than ready for the task. She filled three flasks, all of which were carefully sealed and put in the centrifuge, a rotating apparatus that would separate the different densities of blood. Once it finished she could start some cell cultures.
“Hey, Mnem. What side would the law be on if I accidentally injected our trauma victim with a previously untested compound that is known to cause mass mutations in banders?”
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Post by Bee on Nov 1, 2007 0:39:45 GMT -5
Mnem scarcely heard the comment; feeding Shinrai the tea had given her a rather pronounced desire to have some herself--not the poppy tea, obviously; that stuff had been strong enough to knock out an elephantand keep it in a drug-induced stupor for quite some time; but perhaps a light, fluffy white tea to sip at. She had the ingredients (tea leaves were easy to transport, and along with home-ground coffee it was one of the few foods she had packed from home), and had just begun to prepare the pale golden brew when she had caught Minh's words.
From the kitchen, she said, "Probably not, darling, but I really don't think our friend is going to remember enough to be of any assistance prosecuting you. Would you care for some tea? A little bit sweet, very delicious; quite popular with the more well-to-do set in the Gardens. You'd like it, I think." She paused, thought a moment, and said, curiously, "What kinds of mutations did it cause in the banders, by the way?"
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