RP:Experiment 001
The lights in this laboratory have been dimmed substantially and the owners of the room appear to have left in quite a hurry. Large boards filled with formulas and quickly drawn diagrams cover all four walls of the laboratory. Stacks upon stacks of binders and books cover the tops of metal tables and the floor is littered with several more pages. Lab coats hang quietly in the corner with carefully stitched names on the pockets. This seems to have been some sort of Naga laboratory, but why it’s completely abandoned without any signs of damage is something of a mystery. Test tubes, beakers, and an odd human-sized table all clutter the room. In the corner a small metal table sits with what appears to be the remains of several different frog and salamander species. And in the corner, covered with rust-colored rags, a few larger bones are heaped into a box. Something doesn’t quite feel right in this room. Unless there’s a reason to stay and read some of the littered Naga articles, the failed research center is best left undisturbed.
Eveleen gave 1 blue potion bottle to Sabaere.
Eveleen said to Sabaere, "Drink it."
Sabaere crosses his arms. "I'm not drinking anything you lot give me."
Eveleen whines. "Driiiiink iiiiit. Or I'll tell the boss!"
Sabaere grumbles and glares and eventually drinks it, but hates every second of it.
Sabaere drinks blue potion bottle.
Sabaere ooc: Yes, I drank the BOTTLE...
Eveleen realizes Sabaere will eat anything, even glass...
Sabaere has a little glass bottle shape in his side.
Eveleen makes a note of that. Because she makes notes of -everything-.
Sabaere walks up to Eveleen, puts his face right where her face is (without touching her because his patron would -kill- him if he touched one of the fragile nerds) and breathes on her glasses.
Sabaere goes back to brooding by the door.
Eveleen very nearly has a panic attack, flailing at her momentary blindness before frantically beginning to clean her glasses with a sleeve.
Aladeus contorts himself around the chair he's seated at, red and black coils winding their way around until he's practically knotted himself in place. Once securely fastened, he tips his head back, and stares at the exchange, his attention finally settling on, "Samba. Have you ever considered allowing me to take samples from you? You have a remarkable digestive tract."
Sabaere raises one scaley brow, arms crossed. "Samba?"
Eveleen gives a final wipe to the lenses, returns them to her face, squints, removes them once more, and resumes wiping. She's going to burn a hole in her sleeve before she's content with the spotlessness of her glasses.
Aladeus waves his hands dismissively, "While it's all good and fascinating to hear you repeat your name, that doesn't get me an answer any faster. " Glancing over to his co-worker, he casually inquires, "Evey, Anethesia is the same as consent, correct?"
Sabaere takes a slither towards Aladeus, uncrossing his arms and flexing, before recalling his patron and the reprocussions. Grumbling, he returns to his post.
Eveleen dons her glasses once more before nodding at Aladeus, pushing the spectacles further up the bridge of her nose. "As long as they're capable of holding a pen to paper before it takes full effect, yes."
Aladeus steeples his hands together at that particular affirmation, before he settles his chin on his thumbs and proceeds to absentmindedly chew on one of his fingers. "...Good, Good. And Samba, the demonstration of your health is appreciated, but wholly unnecessary. I have no further interest in your nature beyond your stomach, at least for now."
Sabaere said to Aladeus, "You can see it from the inside."
Eveleen offers, "If we provide M-145 with an observation orb, we could manage that easily."
Aladeus said to Sabaere, "I've misplaced my cutting implements. It would be quite difficult."
Eveleen strokes M-145's ears (not out of affection but rather to check his static discharge), murmuring, "The survivability rate would be high for you, with that Iron Skin elixir still in your system."
Aladeus looks briefly pensive at Eveleens offer, before getting a quizzical look, eyes going eeriely wide, "Ah, but if his body can break that bottle down- imagine what it might do to the observation orb. I certainly don't like the idea of equipment being broken unnecessarily."
Sabaere said to Aladeus, "You could always take a look yourself. I assure you, it would be quite painless."
Sabaere means for himself, of course.
Eveleen seconds that notion so as to spare M-145. Really, she needs to keep him clean so that he's prepped for concentrated wart culturing tomorrow.
Aladeus maintains his wide eyed look, peering over at "Samba. This is why you're a guard- and we're the geniuses. I realise that, to some degree, you must have some brutish familiarity with peering at the insides of another- as it's your capacity for violence that we're relying upon. That being said, exploratory surgery is one that requires a precise, controlled setting. One that wouldn't be find in your gullet, I assure you."
Sabaere stares at Aladeus for a few moments. It was true that he had no smarts when it came to surgeries and experiments, but he could strategize like a fiend. "Would you like to see what -can- be found in my gullet?"
Eveleen's hand shoots up in that oh-so-eager-to-answer-the-question type way students do. She even flails it back and forth while whining pathetically a bit when she's not immediately paid attention, until she finally just blurts out the answer, "A glass bottle can be found in your gullet!"
Sabaere mentally facepalms. "Aye, little one. Quite the scientist, you are."
Eveleen beams. And wants a gold star.
Sabaere has a gold star in his stomach that Eveleen's more than welcome to go fetch.
Eveleen could have earned two gold stars, if she knew that fact.
Sabaere will remember to bring a chart with names and a pile of gold star stickers for the future.
Aladeus 's eyes abruptly narrow into a squint which is directed at Eveleen, "True. Unnecessary, but still true." And back to Sabaere, "As for whatever debris may or may not be alongside the bottle, it's hardly my concern- I'm only aware of the chronology involved with your most recent 'meal'. With that knowledge, I'm able to track how long it will take your body to process it. Or for the internal hemorrhaging to start."
Eveleen goes wide-eyed at the mention of internal hemorrhaging. That's always a fun side-effect of feeding subjects. She's lost sixteen mice that way, all from different forms of sharp objects forcefed. M-145's managed to survive two cases of it, for which she's very proud.
Sabaere can't say he's a hundred percent sure what this 'hemmorraging' is, but is certain that if it has anything to do with his insides, he'll be quite safe from it. He's as capable of a fighter on his insides as he is on his outsides.
Aladeus resumes biting on his fingers, his attention starting to slip from Sabaere, "So, yes. If you start to feel horrific pain, or cough up blood- do try and keep track of the approximate time so I can note it down. Once it's ascertained, we can see about offering...hrm, treatment." It's on that note that Aladeus uncoils from the chair, so that he can begin to fill out new entries in his journal.
Eveleen leans toward Sabaere to whisper, "And if you don't want treatment, come to me. I could use a recording of the fatal complications of hemorrhaging through a non-rodent subject."
Sabaere said to Eveleen, "I'll be sure to do that, Miss."
Eveleen said to Sabaere, "Excellent!"
Eveleen slithers off to perform a few more tests on M-145 before turning in for the night.
Sabaere will wriggle the two squints home, if they even leave the lab for the night, before retiring.