[I FUCKING HATE IT HERE THEY'RE PROBABLY IN THE TECH LAB BECAUSE I OOCLY DIDN'T KNOW YOUR HORRIBLE OVIPOSITION LOCATION WAS A LAB UNTIL THIS MORNING AND DAHUT PROBABLY ALSO TOOK ONE LOOK IN THERE AND DIPPED!!!! me conferring with pixi who also thought it just laid eggs WE'RE ALL IN DESPAIR OVER THIS EGG LOCATION.
Anyway he's perched on a piece of equipment chattering away to Scien when Viktor walks in, but he's quick to hop off and head over with this FAST HOBBLING tipping him off to wild shit happening.]
Ah, monsieur! Are you okay? Hold on, let me get you a towel-- [NOT THE NASTY PUS BLOOD HANDS. He will go do that though, giving Scien a bombastic sideeye when he's waved on to be the mouthpiece. A SIGH... He whacks Scien's shoulder as he hands a towel over.]
The wall? Only basic sensory tests that didn't reveal much beyond a reeeally faint sweet smell, and air moving. Did you find something strange...?
He's gesticulating a bit with this nasty little rat paw.] The wall--I cut into it. I was trying to take a piece to study to see if it was anything like the Hex Core. It decayed in my hands. The flowers--the pink lotus ones grew and then also decayed. [Oh. He takes the towel, thank you.]
Then your hands are disgusting because you cut into the wall and not every trace of it disappeared? Dahut, take a sample from the towel, or if it's not enough go get another. We can probably examine the components left behind.
[Mercy is Scien only having one hand and having to choose between continuing to work or stopping to grab his head like a stress toy.
Either way he'll just nod along as Viktor explains, clearly interested, and then turn to Scien when he's addressed.]
O-kay! We can keep the towel and grab more later if we need to. [A HUM.] Maybe we should try with some of the other flesh-looking pieces in other rooms, too...? The flowers are definitely extra weird, but if we're in some kind of belly, maybe that explains what happened to the other ghosts.
[THANKS....... He'll carefully fold it so the blood and pus is on the inside, making a bit of a face. Yucky.
But then he's just doing a lil spin!! Cheery despite the implications of just being in a toothbelly or a ship that has a toothbelly growing into it or whatever the hell.]
Flesh hunt! [DON'T JUST SAY FLESH HUNT.] I want to see what happens if we try bringing any samples into the rooms that the flesh doesn't seem to be growing in, too!
[HOW ARE YOU GONNA BE LIKE YUCKY THEN TURN AROUND AND DO A SPIN AND JUST SAY FLESH HUNT?!?!?!?!? This is why I can't RP with Aki. DON'T JUST SAY THAT LIKE IT'S NOTHING.
Viktor's face is very much exasperatedly concerned.]
Eunhyuk and I found a data log in the holodeck. It shows two people with a bunch of plants. All kinds, I think. They're being grow in cylinders. Hydro...ponics is what they called it.
[scien just ignores dahut because he's so absurdly used to this. instead he finally looks away from this machine that i still haven't decided what he's building and make a gesture at viktor]
Something is learning. Like the Hex Core. It's evolving.
[Imagine he just crumples down onto the floor from the bump. No, he just wobbles like a top-heavy tulip in a spring breeze, so close to snapping in half.
He's reluctant at first, but then finally wanders toward Scien, figuring Dahut will obviously follow. Pulls an Aki and waves my magic hands to say he has a way of showing them the video log they found in the holodeck.]
[scien watches over the video and points out Hans - ]
That's not Amalthea's master. Amalthea's master is a young woman with pale hair and red eyes. Though I suppose it sounds as if she's simply used the wrong terminology. But it's just like that woman to start suggesting curses and the supernatural.
This is Hans Falcin, Hydroponics Specialist and Communications Officer. Doesn't believe in curses, but was developing the different plants for two projects: first, an improved anesthetic, and second, to develop a hallucinogen that can bridge understanding between two individuals by creating one truly shared experience that doesn't rely on testimony.
Hans Falcin died from a cross-breed developed that turned out to be poisonous. It may align with certain statements made about 'accidents' and 'curses'.
[Hmmmmm. He watches the video with them for the hundredth time, listening to Scien explain. His expression gets increasingly more pensive the more Scien talks. Why... HE CAN'T EVEN CRITICIZE THIS AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!! HE HAS DONE SIMILAR STUPID SHIT!!!!!!! Frustrating.
Listen. He has at least briefly learned. Will that stop him going forward? Maybe not.]
Would... anyone have known about this? Does that mean... the cross-breed continued to populate in the hydroponic capsules? What does... this incident have to do with the rest of what's going on, is my question.
[Thinking.]
There is so much... wrong that can be done with both the original plants and the cross-breed. An anesthetic and a hallucinogen? A poison?
The current Senior Crew would have known, but their memories have clearly been altered. Amalthea is at least slightly aware of this, and they had a meeting about it during the beginning of the week after they all experienced the headaches Eunhyuk mentioned.
[but scien waves a hand]
Until we find the plants in question, we don't need to jump to conclusions. Flowers are relevant in a few situations, but none of them are lotuses or lycorises like we've seen.
The poison afflicted Hans through a flower's thorn. The symptoms of the poison were at first mild, like a cold, and then death overnight. It may be relevant to the Busybody and his sudden demise but even then the symptoms don't align. It likely is not relevant to those who are losing control of their violent urges on Thursdays.
More than anything, it might just be a little glimpse into the history this ship carries, don't you think? A little record of death. Storms, accidents... If the pattern holds, then we'll probably get a little peek into more deaths next week, and maybe another visit!
[From these... weird light figures that he sweatily thinks they might join someday if they don't bust their way out of the belly.]
[Also sweatily thinking they are gonna be these fucking ghosts if they don't do something quickly.
His brows furrow, and he ponders while listening.]
When I told Gavin Cleves, the former Combat Officer, about being in the belly of the ship, he said the orlop is where supplies were kept, and the junior crew oversaw it.
[He glances up, then looks away, specifically away from Scien.]
The... Hex Core. My blood... accidentally got mixed into it. That's how I realized it could learn, change. It became... more organic. It reminds me of... these plants and the flesh.
[viktor is so funny because now that he's not watching the video, scien is just going back to working on his project. he is so unconcerned with viktor and his feelings.]
I'm not interested in wild theories that are based only off of personal experience. If you see the plants from the video, or anything resembling them, that's one thing. If you see your Hex Core, that's another.
Until then, results and investigation will yield more answers than conjecture.
I don't believe in curses, but you would be surprised what unseen can exist in the air and space that invite tragedy. There is most likely an explanation, it simply needs to be found.
[HE REALLY SAID HE'S GOTTA SEPARATE THESE RACCOONS BEFORE THEY START RABBITBEEFING AND SCIEN JUST KICKS VIKTOR INTO DUST.]
Okaaay! [Said to Scien with a little salute and then HE'S JUST STARTING TO WALK OFF WITH VIKTOR LET'S GO TWINK.] We'll be back soon! Let's go find some good ones, Monsieur Viktor!
[Like they're going on an Easter egg hunt.........]
[EXCEPT any sample that they try to cut does the same thing as the wall and any trace of nasty blood and pus disintegrates, along with the sample in the towel, so that's fun.
EVENTUALLY DRAGS VIKTOR BACK. He's wilty again...]
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Anyway he's perched on a piece of equipment chattering away to Scien when Viktor walks in, but he's quick to hop off and head over with this FAST HOBBLING tipping him off to wild shit happening.]
Ah, monsieur! Are you okay? Hold on, let me get you a towel-- [NOT THE NASTY PUS BLOOD HANDS. He will go do that though, giving Scien a bombastic sideeye when he's waved on to be the mouthpiece. A SIGH... He whacks Scien's shoulder as he hands a towel over.]
The wall? Only basic sensory tests that didn't reveal much beyond a reeeally faint sweet smell, and air moving. Did you find something strange...?
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He's gesticulating a bit with this nasty little rat paw.] The wall--I cut into it. I was trying to take a piece to study to see if it was anything like the Hex Core. It decayed in my hands. The flowers--the pink lotus ones grew and then also decayed. [Oh. He takes the towel, thank you.]
Then the wall healed itself where I had cut it.
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Then your hands are disgusting because you cut into the wall and not every trace of it disappeared? Dahut, take a sample from the towel, or if it's not enough go get another. We can probably examine the components left behind.
Maybe we are in a stupid belly after all.
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Either way he'll just nod along as Viktor explains, clearly interested, and then turn to Scien when he's addressed.]
O-kay! We can keep the towel and grab more later if we need to. [A HUM.] Maybe we should try with some of the other flesh-looking pieces in other rooms, too...? The flowers are definitely extra weird, but if we're in some kind of belly, maybe that explains what happened to the other ghosts.
[DIGESTED BY THE HELLY BELLY.]
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The belly of a ship, but what if... the ship is alive?
Or... something in the ship is growing into it.
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[it's not the most impossible thing in the world even though it seems improbable based on their understanding]
Collect whatever pieces you can find and we can do a comparison between the different scraps of flesh.
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But then he's just doing a lil spin!! Cheery despite the implications of just being in a toothbelly or a ship that has a toothbelly growing into it or whatever the hell.]
Flesh hunt! [DON'T JUST SAY FLESH HUNT.] I want to see what happens if we try bringing any samples into the rooms that the flesh doesn't seem to be growing in, too!
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Viktor's face is very much exasperatedly concerned.]
Eunhyuk and I found a data log in the holodeck. It shows two people with a bunch of plants. All kinds, I think. They're being grow in cylinders. Hydro...ponics is what they called it.
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Show us.
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Dahut will hop over to Viktor's side, doing another little heel spin and bumping into his side.]
Maybe you're on the right track that something weird is growing! Or that someone's growing something weird?
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[Imagine he just crumples down onto the floor from the bump. No, he just wobbles like a top-heavy tulip in a spring breeze, so close to snapping in half.
He's reluctant at first, but then finally wanders toward Scien, figuring Dahut will obviously follow. Pulls an Aki and waves my magic hands to say he has a way of showing them the video log they found in the holodeck.]
Here.
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That's not Amalthea's master. Amalthea's master is a young woman with pale hair and red eyes. Though I suppose it sounds as if she's simply used the wrong terminology. But it's just like that woman to start suggesting curses and the supernatural.
This is Hans Falcin, Hydroponics Specialist and Communications Officer. Doesn't believe in curses, but was developing the different plants for two projects: first, an improved anesthetic, and second, to develop a hallucinogen that can bridge understanding between two individuals by creating one truly shared experience that doesn't rely on testimony.
Hans Falcin died from a cross-breed developed that turned out to be poisonous. It may align with certain statements made about 'accidents' and 'curses'.
[though scien sounds so very clearly doubtful]
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He'll watch all of this play out on the screen though, and listen to Scien's very important additions. ALL HE HAS TO ADD IS:]
Stellar ghost ship... Wow! We're star ghosts!
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Listen. He has at least briefly learned. Will that stop him going forward? Maybe not.]
Would... anyone have known about this? Does that mean... the cross-breed continued to populate in the hydroponic capsules? What does... this incident have to do with the rest of what's going on, is my question.
[Thinking.]
There is so much... wrong that can be done with both the original plants and the cross-breed. An anesthetic and a hallucinogen? A poison?
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[but scien waves a hand]
Until we find the plants in question, we don't need to jump to conclusions. Flowers are relevant in a few situations, but none of them are lotuses or lycorises like we've seen.
The poison afflicted Hans through a flower's thorn. The symptoms of the poison were at first mild, like a cold, and then death overnight. It may be relevant to the Busybody and his sudden demise but even then the symptoms don't align. It likely is not relevant to those who are losing control of their violent urges on Thursdays.
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[From these... weird light figures that he sweatily thinks they might join someday if they don't bust their way out of the belly.]
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His brows furrow, and he ponders while listening.]
When I told Gavin Cleves, the former Combat Officer, about being in the belly of the ship, he said the orlop is where supplies were kept, and the junior crew oversaw it.
[He glances up, then looks away, specifically away from Scien.]
The... Hex Core. My blood... accidentally got mixed into it. That's how I realized it could learn, change. It became... more organic. It reminds me of... these plants and the flesh.
Do you think the plants could have...?
[Become sentient? Evolved?!]
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I'm not interested in wild theories that are based only off of personal experience. If you see the plants from the video, or anything resembling them, that's one thing. If you see your Hex Core, that's another.
Until then, results and investigation will yield more answers than conjecture.
I don't believe in curses, but you would be surprised what unseen can exist in the air and space that invite tragedy. There is most likely an explanation, it simply needs to be found.
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Well! We can't do much outside of speculating for now, so how about we go on that flesh hunt?
[STOP CALLING IT A FLESH HUNT.]
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It's fine. He is not angry or insulted (he's gotten some of the worse already, so nowhere to go but up), but his brows DO furrow.]
I never believed in curses either until I kept getting hit by them.
[Fine, fine. He moves with Dahut.]
...Alright.
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[scien, internally: people thought viktor was miserable enough it’d be funny to make him dance like a little jester
he is too distracted with his work to share that thought.]
So then, so must all this. Go get started.
We can perform tests on the samples afterward.
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Okaaay! [Said to Scien with a little salute and then HE'S JUST STARTING TO WALK OFF WITH VIKTOR LET'S GO TWINK.] We'll be back soon! Let's go find some good ones, Monsieur Viktor!
[Like they're going on an Easter egg hunt.........]
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...I'm asking you to not talk about it like we aren't searching for a strange biomass.
[As he is being dragged out by Dahut.]
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[YAY!!!! AWAY THEY GO i skip dana this round since scien is just scien-ing]
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EVENTUALLY DRAGS VIKTOR BACK. He's wilty again...]
I don't think this is going to work...
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