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lostcarnival2017-11-12 01:08 am
scientificist) wrote in lostcarnival2017-11-12 01:08 am
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Who: Herbert and Ginko
When: B1: D1, late night (an edit, I messed up on the timeline)
Where: The Medical Tent
What: Herbert is tired of waking up tired. Ginko is in the medical tent. Reagent.
Warnings: Syringes, drug addiction.
Immediately after being given his supplies and a trailer in which to use them, Herbert retreated for a day to try and focus, try and accurately formulate his reagent. He has the steps memorised without his notes, at least, thankfully. He's made it enough times for that much. But his hands are shaky and his head aches and he finds himself having to write a checklist out to be certain that he hasn't lost track midway through and missed or doubled a step.
It's very late into the next night when he's finally satisfied by what he's created: glowing green serum that he transfers into a small plastic bottle from the beaker, diluting it properly for his personal use. He basks in the glow and the satisfaction for a moment before he realises he's neglected to ask for a syringe.
No matter, he decides (after a panicked moment of clutching at his skull, wondering if it would be worthwhile to drink it, wondering what other methods he could live through, an eyedropper? Anal membranes?) there is a medical tent. And not only is it bound to have hypodermic needles, he is, as far as he can determine, the one person qualified to be in that tent. It will draw no attention for him to do anything in there, and is therefore ideal, if he must be in public for this.
His walk across the Carnival to the Medical Tent is uneventful, but when he enters it, despite the late hour, he's not alone, at least not among non patients.
"Wh-what are. You doing, here?" His voice is raw, stilted. A harsh whisper. He's at the end of his rope. It doesn't stop him, though. Already, he's walking in, rummaging through supplies and drawers with a certain amount of desperation.
When: B1: D1, late night (an edit, I messed up on the timeline)
Where: The Medical Tent
What: Herbert is tired of waking up tired. Ginko is in the medical tent. Reagent.
Warnings: Syringes, drug addiction.
Immediately after being given his supplies and a trailer in which to use them, Herbert retreated for a day to try and focus, try and accurately formulate his reagent. He has the steps memorised without his notes, at least, thankfully. He's made it enough times for that much. But his hands are shaky and his head aches and he finds himself having to write a checklist out to be certain that he hasn't lost track midway through and missed or doubled a step.
It's very late into the next night when he's finally satisfied by what he's created: glowing green serum that he transfers into a small plastic bottle from the beaker, diluting it properly for his personal use. He basks in the glow and the satisfaction for a moment before he realises he's neglected to ask for a syringe.
No matter, he decides (after a panicked moment of clutching at his skull, wondering if it would be worthwhile to drink it, wondering what other methods he could live through, an eyedropper? Anal membranes?) there is a medical tent. And not only is it bound to have hypodermic needles, he is, as far as he can determine, the one person qualified to be in that tent. It will draw no attention for him to do anything in there, and is therefore ideal, if he must be in public for this.
His walk across the Carnival to the Medical Tent is uneventful, but when he enters it, despite the late hour, he's not alone, at least not among non patients.
"Wh-what are. You doing, here?" His voice is raw, stilted. A harsh whisper. He's at the end of his rope. It doesn't stop him, though. Already, he's walking in, rummaging through supplies and drawers with a certain amount of desperation.
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Ginko's ears flick upward at Herbert's voice, and he spins to face him. He doesn't recognize the guy... presumably, he's a new recruit. "--Oh. Hey, I'm... working on treatment research for the poison. Uh... did you need something?"
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