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Stealer of fire, creator of humanity (they're so FUN to play with!), unsettler of all that is settled, and happily advancing the course of SCIENCE!
Note: Any hate sent to this blog must be provided in the form of Ung Poetry or Vogon Poetry. If not, it will either be set to IGNORE or held up and laughed at, depending on how much popcorn I have on hand.
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"Sorry," Fred laughed. "If it were me, I’d insist on it being autoclaved, just because of the Stag blood. Nothing like a good dose of high pressure steam to take care of THOSE contaminants. Only question is whether it would survive the process. Think we can autoclave the idiot, too?"
He gave Boss a smile of purest innocence.
"Which idiot? That’s the only problem I can see with your idea there, Fred. And, I don’t know, if I remember correctly, it was pretty thin latex… might not stand up to any heat at all…"
He laughed and nodded. “I was thinking of the one who’s totally not Nyte Blayde, but I suppose autoclaving him would take away from Shaundi’s fun, wouldn’t it?”
He cocked his head thoughtfully. “Damn. Too thin to stand the steam. Oh well. I’ll just have to make a new one, then. But having it around for reference, and comments on where you think improvements could be made, might not be a bad plan.”
"Oh, aye," he laughed. "You too, huh? But it’s so worth it."
He gave her a squeeze and offered his arm, so he could escort her back to their seats. Damn, but this was the best evening. A show with Hazel, and he’d managed to surprise her with it, too. Cuddling with her when they got back to her siblings’ house would be pure relaxation, and he’d be able to watch over her until tomorrow. This was the most enjoyable trip he could remember taking … ever. No destination, no responsibilities other than to be with her and relax, it had to be what other people meant when they talked about taking a vacation.
The rest of the show was delightful. They laughed until they both were sore. And then laughed more. There were no mercy rules when it came to Monty Python, and this musical was no exception. They leaned on one another as they exited, giggling and blinking against the chilly air.
"Oh my gods. So…oh so very wrong,” she laughed. But so good. Good grief. Thank you!! Thank you, love…this…this day was just perfect. Start to now.”
He grinned and laughed with her, kept an arm around her waist to hold her close, and spun to lean against the rental and hold her close for a proper snogging when they got back to the car park. That was even better than I had hoped. Being with you made all the difference, I’m sure. Do you think the pub will still be open? Might as well catch a pint or two before we stagger back to the sibs, eh?
He gave her a playful smile, and his outfit changed, for just a few moments, to that of a lumberjack, before shifting back to his usual garb.
"Do you remember what happened?"
"Do I remember what happened when?"
"No problem." If she felt the way she looked, he wasn’t going to push anything on her. "I’ll just be over here, trying to work this out, OK? If you want anything, even if it’s just to know where I am, just call and I’ll answer."
With that, he moved to the incubator and began studying the filters and shielding. Given the way she looked, he made an executive decision and began playing one of his selection of white noise sources. Once he had the volume set so it was just barely loud enough to mask any tinnitus, he focused on thoroughly examining the lab and its equipment.
She nodded and let out the breath she was holding. At least he wasn’t being pushy about it-that would have gotten interesting fairly quickly. With Fred in the other room, she took to concentrating on keeping the vertigo at bay-deep breathing and arm over her eyes…after a little bit it must have helped because she must have dozed off.
It was probably for the best anyway-as she was no help to him flat out on the couch.
When his check on her revealed that she was sleeping, he smiled and returned to investigating things in the lab. “Too bad you’re not intelligent, Fred. I’d have a buttload of questions for you if you were.”
Hmm…so she saw a pulse before it flashed over. I wonder … If the pulse … Yeah. I can’t do anything with those samples. Jenn’s knowledge of biology compares to mine the way my knowledge of hyperspatial engineering compares to a guinea pig’s. I’d have to take them to Mike if I wanted anything more than she can give me, and she hasn’t met him, so there’s no way she’d agree to anything like that. Still, when she recovers enough to study them, I need to remember to suggest she test a surface scraping for luminescence and EM generation capabilities. If the first pulse reset the shielding so it focused the blast, instead of blocking it, And if it has EM capabilities, it could have picked up on her intention to incubate it, in which case the flash could have been a defensive action, or even a cry for help. Damn, I hate not knowing what’s going on. Best I can do is tear down the shielding on this and see what I … find.
He turned and studied the storage unit where the rest of the samples were kept. OK. Can’t do anything further until Jenn’s awake. Hopefully, she’ll have slept off the worst of the side effects by then. Then we can find out if what your buddies did was a reflex action, or evidence of intelligence. I’m voting the latter, but that’s just because SHIELD’s defensive shielding is so good. I can’t imagine something on the order of Fred being able to reset it the way your buddies did.
She let the two of them go on, not wanting to get into the middle of it-especially since she’d only just met the pair of them. She had no idea what the hell was going on and if it weren’t for the safety and comfort of Fred’s ‘room’, she would have tried to skive off a while ago. But she was a good guest-at the very heart of it- and couldn’t be rude. She just really didn’t know what to make of the situation.
Her mouth puckered up into a rather confused expression. She took a deep breath and sneezed. At least with the bracelet Fred had given her, the effect was more of a moderate static discharge, lifting her hair slightly and making it stand up on her arms.
JJ nodded and held out her mug for Jormi to refill. “Thank you.”
"Oh! It’s still, still being a pain, pain?" Jormi gave her a sympathetic look. "Oh good, good, you’re wearing a, a, grounding bracelet. Helps, helps a lot, lot. At, at least when you’re, you’re working on, on stuff."
He perched on the far end of the sofa and gave her a worried look, then asked, “Are you, you afraid, afraid of snakes?”
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