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Loooooms, Scowl

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July 10th, 2009

Summer Plot!

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OOC, Brain!
Clair told Otto she was going out to steal some Tea from the Nexus this morning.

She isn't back yet.

October 18th, 2007

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Mwaaha, Mad Scientist
Clair is cocky, when she feels things are going her way.  And she's had Grey in her custody for weeks.  He's not beaten, she knows, but he knows the lay of the land, and what lines not to cross.  She knows this.

If she didn't, she'd never have opened his cell without her arms.  His next dose, the strongest yet, is in her hand, the taser gun casually in the other just in case.  Just in case.

September 24th, 2007

"I... really don't think I belong in this future.  Someone's done the paperwork wrong."

February 21st, 2007

Malloway is beginning to develop an insensitivity to the ZJ, I think.  This merits more testing, but it's not promising.  He has recieved the equivelant of more than two hundred doses in eighteen months.  He no longer responds to stimulous at all, but I believe his coma is still reversible.  But that would be cruel.

Jacobs is awake, and I've moved him into Cell 1.  I'm working on his memory, to see if full or partial restoration is possible.  Parker Osborn's results were less than optimal, but circumstances are different.  I'll begin with sensory associations, see if I can get anywhere by being a bit sneaky about it.  He has strong associations with the scent of cedar, I'll begin there.

January 16th, 2007

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Sleep
Thank you, Mr. Carter, for your invaluable help in getting me out of the dreaming.  I don't know what I would have done without you.

I'm not going to say much about anyone's dreams except WHAT IS IT WITH HEROS?

January 5th, 2007

The Dreaming is huge.  A small slice of infinity.  Clair and Angie are tiny in it, and trapped, it becomes that much more threatening.  They search for familiar face or familiar dreams.

December 26th, 2006

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GRIN, Flirt!
A day late, but that's the mun's fault.

December 25th, 2006

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Loooooms, Scowl
Clair's Candy

For the fun-hearted and the devious.Collapse )

More to come.


* Duration: approx 1-2 hours.
** Duration: approx 24 hours.
*** Duration: approx 150 hours.

December 15th, 2006

One holds the knife as one holds the bow of  a cello or a tulip - by the stem.  Not palmed nor gripped nor grasped, but lightly, with the tips of the fingers.  The knife is not for pressing.  It is for drawing across the field of skin.  Like a slender fish, it waits, at the ready, then, go!  It darts, followed by a fine wake of red.  The flesh parts, falling away to yellow globules of fat.  Even now, after so many times, I still marvel at its power - cold, gleaming, silent.  More, I am still struck with a kind of dread that is is I in whose hand the blade travels, that my hand is its vehicle, that yet again this terrible steel-bellied thing and I have conspired for a most unnatural purpose, the laying open of the body of a human being. 

December 2nd, 2006

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Loooooms, Scowl
That card meme.Collapse )

November 2nd, 2006

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GRIN, Flirt!
Of course Clair knows how to get in touch with her favorite test subject.

"Rassilon! Rassilon, I need to ask you a favour!"

October 28th, 2006

Open to Dream.

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Octopus - Hermes
In the time Clair has had her small share of Dream-essence, she's learned how to use it. And so her dreams are hand-crafted things, a grey-white gleaming city, idealized New York. Home. She's alone tonight, leaving Angelina to dream her own dreams and not attract attention. Alone, but in a peaceful way, not lonely. Ghosting along on dreams of actuators, she patrols to see that her tiny pocket of Dreaming is as it should be.

October 26th, 2006

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Tentacle, Sword, In His Shadow
Thank you for the warning, Norman.

October 24th, 2006

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OOC, Brain!
. . . .

Dream?

October 4th, 2006

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Hm?, Brains?
The trial period is over.  Clair's asked Rassilon to not eat anything today, and to meet her tonight in her lab.  She's put a lot of thought into what this drug will mean to him.  That's not a step she often takes.  Usually, her research is pure science.  But he's here by choice, and so she has to be more humane about this. 

Her lab's quiet, just the soft hum of machines and the tiny sounds of monitors and men in comas.  Same as always.

September 17th, 2006

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Loooooms, Scowl
While Clair was pregnant, she spent a great deal of time planning Angelina's education.  Not for her was waiting three years to begin.  In the womb, Clair could feel the formless dreams of her child-to-be.  They would be the vehicle.  From the day she was born and onwards, Clair was in her dreams, gently shaping them.  

Tonight, Angie dreamed of flying above the city on metal limbs, secure in Clair's arms.  Together, they lighted on a rooftop, and Clair balanced the infant dreamling on her knees, pulling her to her feet.  "Can you walk, love?  Stand up for me and walk?"  She ran a hand down her legs and arms, strengthening them, aging her to three or so.   "My beautiful little girl...."

This was an innocent dream, empty of anyone but the two of them, crystalline in the purity of the city that Clair had constructed for her daughter.
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