T - Lucca, Callypso, Xenon, Kari - Complete

[Lucca]

Arkady was nosing along the floor, trying to get his mind of the haze of panic still covering his brain by working. Move beakers...most of them were broken, though. Or missing entirely. He founds some tongs and carefully picked them up in his mouth to move to a safer place. His paw stepped in something squishy and he froze. Eyes wide, Ark looked down, and saw...was that blood? From what? Apparently it -had- been a Bandersnatch at one point. It barely resembled one now. Ark backed up a few steps, feeling ill, and then heard Zenon call him over.

Relief flooded him and he set the tongs down and sat patiently and quietly while she stitched him up. He noticed Farran had come in at some point while he'd been searching, and he gave the Feline a small nod. He hadn't heard the bad news, but he could guess what had happened from the disheartened look on the Villa's face and the lack of the company of any officers.

When he was done, he nodded to Zenon and hopped back off the table, then sort of hovered a bit as she called over Conall. "Will he ever remember?" Ark asked quietly, shuffling his paws across the floor and trying not to think of how dirty it was in here. At least Zenon had properly cleaned out his gash, finally.

[Kari Muffin]

The swan was frowning at the mess of the lab. It would probably take days to clean up the damage and he wasn't about to spend that much time with someone he just met. Really he wanted to go home. Tonight was only getting worse by the minute.

Farran caught him by surprise or rather the sudden reappearance of the apparition made him cut himself on some stray glass. He cursed his feathers fluffing up at odd angles. Why the hell wouldn't that thing go away?

He honked as he shook his hand. At least it was only a small cut even if it hurt. "You've got to be kidding," the swan said as he straightened himself out. "After Dr. Zenon has checked the boys out we'll go over there again and take a look. At this point I'd be willing to break the damn front door down."

He had half a mind to kick a chair near him, but that wouldn't particularly help the situation. So he ended up grabbing a broom to sweep all of the broken glass that he could find to the corner of the room.



Conall was idly poking around and putting things in order. He winced when he noticed a dead something or other. Well, more like a piece of dead something or other. What did this woman work on in her spare time?

When he heard the woman call him it took a minute for him to respond. Right. She wanted to look over him. He took a seat where he was directed, shifting awkwardly as he watched her sew up Arkady.

He frowned. Blood tests?

"O-okay?" he said as he scooted away from the woman slightly. He didn't particularly want to be poked or prodded. And the idea of being stabbed with a needle wasn't a pleasant one.

Rosewood had paused from his sweeping to watch the woman exam the boy. He was slightly convinced that the damage could have been done from mental trauma. Something traumatic could have easily blocked the poor boy's memories, but drugs seemed like a more logical solution and far less exotic.

[carcinoGeneticist]

After a moment's consideration, she turned to look at the full-blooded Solandrian. The corner of her beak turned town slightly, but it wasn't angry. For a moment, she actually felt... sorry for the boy. This was his friend, wasn't it? Having to deal with something like this was difficult, and it wouldn't make it any easier on him if she were to hide the facts.

"I can't say for sure,[/b]" she replied, her voice taking on a soft tone that it hadn't carried for the entirety of the evening. "I can promise you that I'll do my best to help him remember, though. The brain is the most difficult organ to deal with, it's hard to predict exactly how it will respond.[/b]" Her Corvie specialty gave her a more complex understanding of emotions than most, and their biochemical origins, but with regards to possible neuron damage... Zenon just couldn't say.

As for her current patient... She frowned at the boy. "Hold still, please. I know this must be rather confusing for you, but if you cooperate it can be over with that much faster. A blood test will help us to determine whether or not you've been drugged in any way.[/b]" Then, she used a talon to move his hair aside, looking for any signs of physical trauma. A good whack to the head could certainly cause some amnesia. "Do you have any pain in your head?[/b]" The woman was barely aware of the damage the Swan had done to himself, but after a moment of looking Conall over she raised her head and leveled an even stare at him. "You're next. I'll clean that out for you. Then we'll return to the Police Station. They might have a lab I can use.[/b]"

[Callypso]

Suffice it to say that Farran was feeling downright useless at the moment. When he walked in it was obvious that the others had made some haphazard attempts to clear the area, though he couldn’t fathom that they’d be able to do anything comprehensive in only a few moments. Besides, the younger boys really needed help – he just hoped that Dr. Zenon had enough leftover and undamaged equipment to properly care for their injuries. He frowned slightly at the receipt of his news offerings, but he couldn’t really blame them. Things just kept getting worse. All he wanted to do was turn in for the night, but the more time he spent in the city, the less likely it seemed he would be going home anytime soon.

I wish I could say differently. We can try again, but the building seemed pretty secure. I did my best to my presence known, but nothing seemed to help.

After all his hollering, hammering and gate rattling, he couldn’t really see what the swan or the others could do, but maybe by the time the Corvie finished her examinations the officers would have returned. He hoped.

Seeing as how he couldn’t really do anything to help the doctor or her patients, he busied himself with continuing to tidy the remnants of Zenon’s lab. The Villa started by shuffling the papers the Corvie had left in a teetering pile and then made to scoop up some larger flask pieces underneath a work table. Farran misjudged the distance he had to back out from underneath and smacked his head smartly on the very edge of the desk. Cursing, he immediately dropped whatever glass he had been holding and clutched his head with his paws. The spot where Mephit had rammed the hilt into the feline’s head began to throb once more, the dried blood from before cracking open to bleed again.

DAMMIT! Agh… Sorry, Doctor, but may I ask that you see me after the others?

He shuffled awkwardly away from the table with a scowl on his face. He didn’t much care for being treated by a Corvie, but he didn’t have any other choice and didn’t really want to get an infection or anything. Why couldn’t this stupid night just be over??

[Lucca]

Arkady's face fell. That...that wasn't at all what he wanted to hear. But at least she was being honest and telling him the truth. After all he'd been through today, being told a lie would have been an insult. Though to be honest, it might have made him feel better to hear some sort of reassurance. The panic tickled the edges of his brain again, and he watched Conall with sadness in his gaze.

Sure, things had gotten a little...tense between the two of them lately, but Conall was still one of his few friends, and to think the other boy no longer remembered him...it was almost more than he could stand. Arkady jumped when there was a loud thump and a louder curse from across the room. "Farran?" he asked, frowning over at the Feline, but reluctant to move. At least the ground was now mostly clear of broken glass, thanks to Rosewood. But apparently the lab was still not the safest place to be.

But really, nowhere in the Capital seemed safe right now...a small whimper bubbled up in the Coyote. He just wanted to go home and have all of this be over. Was that too much to ask? The longer they were in this damaged lab, the worse he felt about it. His eyes roamed over the mess...

[Kari Muffin]

Conall whimpered but stayed as still as he possibly could for the woman. He didn't like this being touched thing. It seemed awkward, but the woman knew what she was doing right? She was a Doctor...

At the question he furrowed his brow. "No?" he hadn't particularly noticed that his head hurt. His back had hurt far worse when he had fallen out of the bag. So really if anything had happened to his head he was blissfully unaware. "My back really hurts from falling on it." The bird on his shoulder puffed up and chirped at the doctor.

He frowned at Arkady. The boy didn't seem much better. And he just seemed to be on edge.


The swan sighed as he frowned at the doctor's remark. It was just a little cut. He highly doubted it would get infected and it had already stopped bleeding. But did he really want to argue with the woman? No. She was grumpy enough as it was, and he could tell that she was being pushed to her limit.

Frankly he was surprised she was a nice as she was. The swan raised an eyebrow at the cat. With a small shake of his head he propped the broom up in the corner.

"Thank you, Doctor, for being nice enough to put up with this nonsense." When she was finished inspecting Conall he would motion for Farran to be taken care of first before offering his own hand in silence.

He mused over the situation with the police. "Do you think they have an alarm spell on the station in case of break ins?"

[Nathalia]

((OW!!! Farran seems to have sat on something! What the-...oh dear...))

Small Hypodermic: This tiny needle is about as long as a Human index finger. It is always exceedingly cold to the touch and will take to ONE Card in its existence.
Inside is a small amount of glowing blue liquid that will forever replenish itself.
If the owner jabs the needle through the skin of another creature, regardless of Rank or species, injecting the fluid, that creature will forever experience the sensation of withdrawal sporadically throughout their day.
What it is they aren't receiving isn't something to be found in this world. As they can never get their fix, they will always (at least three times a day) spend up to a minute feeling excessively angry/sad/lonely/hysterical/fearful and twitch frighteningly, some even experiencing convulsions severe enough to have them on the floor for their fit.
The victim will always be cold in some fashion, not terribly, but a little chilly, except in the dead of winter, or an unusually cold land, where the extreme chill will not truly affect them (though they'll still feel kind of cold).
Unfortunately, if this needle is used more than 5 times on PC's PM the admin as it may break and do something...unusual to its master...

((Good thing it didn't pierce his skin...wonder why that was left lying around, it doesn't seem to be a creating of Dr. Zenon's...))


~Nathalia

[Callypso]

Clutching his head with just a single paw, and pausing to give an embarrassed grimace at the swan, Farran tip-toed around what was left of the mess to make his way over to Arkady. Though Rosewood had swept up most of the glass, the feline didn’t want to take any chances of stepping on anything unsavory. The kid just didn’t look right, not at all. Well, none of them did, really. Besides Zenon, whose irritation had been exchanged for an incredible gentleness, everyone else was in various stages of fear, anxiety and physical injury.

Hey, looks like the doctor did a great job, huh?

It probably wasn’t the greatest idea to bring up the boy’s gash but Farran had never been really great at comforting others. His brother Daniel was much better at it. Actually, he kind of wished he was here right now – he’d know exactly how to make them all feel better despite everything.

Thinking about his brother only served to highlight the severity of their situation. They'd been through a lot tonight. Everything they'd already been through flashed through his mind; a sudden exhaustion and mental fatigue swept over the Villa. He sunk to his haunches in a relatively clear space to take a load off and stood up quickly as something jabbed painfully into his rear end. Of course. A resigned sigh escaped his lips as he looked back to see what he’d inadvertently sat on – a needle glowing with a strange blue substance. Weird. It didn’t look like anything like the other remnants of Dr. Zenon’s equipment. Huh.

About to ask about the syringe, Farran was distracted as Rosewood gestured for him to be looked over by the Corvie. He still wasn’t terribly fond of the woman's realm, but she was truly trying to help and hadn’t pulled any fast ones. She was okay… so far.

Yes, thank you doctor. He dropped the needle absent-mindedly in his coin purse, telling himself he'd ask about it later, then made his way to the doctor. The tiny needle completely escaped his mind as Rosewood pondered their next move.

You know, I made quite a ruckus over there - he flushed a bit, recalling his earlier antics at the police station - you’d think that alone would’ve triggered an alarm. Maybe we need to actually try to pick a lock or smash a window to set it off??

[Lucca]

Arkady was back to looking at Conall as Farran came over. His head swiveled and he blinked at the Feline, and then at his side. "I...I guess so, yeah," he mumbled, looking back over at the woman. He completely missed Farran's little episode of sitting on the syringe, since the man was fairly quiet about it. Really, Ark was glad the wound had been properly taken care of, but that was almost the least of his worries at the moment. His normal hyper sensitivity to germs and dirt had been overshadowed by the stark terror of the situation. Though he had the fear under control at the moment, it would only need a little trigger to send him into another panic attack. And that...scared him, too. How was he supposed to protect anyone if he was so tense like this?

He listened to Rosewood and Farran talk about the police station, for a moment wondering why in the world they would actually want to set off an alarm...then realizing in the next moment that the alarm being triggered would hopefully send the police running, and thus, able to help them. If they weren't mad that they had set off the alarm, that is. Ugh, what a mess of an evening. Arkady sunk down to lay on the floor...then quickly leaped up. Okay, so his germophobia was still alive and well. Antsy, he paced the lab floor a bit, wanting to leave, walk, go somewhere else, find some other Cards.

[Kari Muffin]

Destruction of public property wasn't something he normally agreed upon. But the idea of smashing a window seemed like a pleasant one. Even if they didn't get someone's attention he'd feel a bit better getting his frustrations out on something.

That was a horrible thing to do. He frowned slightly.

With the eerie quite and smell covering the city he hadn't thought about flying until that very moment. It was dark, but perhaps he could get a better view from the air? That was a thought. He briefly excused himself from the room while the doctor inspected Farran and undressed.

He had forgotten his proper bag back at the club, so he simply used his pants to make a small little bag for his clothing. He'd slip it around his neck when they were on the move again, and he would just fly around in his animal form to make things easier. He returned to the room with his makeshift bag slung over his shoulder.

Conall had moved out of the way to let the woman work. He honestly wasn't sure what to think about everything and everyone. Was he going to be "better" soon? Was Arkady going to continue to look so awful? Was this night just going to be miserable for everyone and everything.

He took to poking around the lab a bit more, making sure that he didn't cut himself or step on anything funny looking.