Voicetesting and heading for ataraxion!

[predictor]

Winging it? You're actually considering just winging it?

Not that I don't admire the "don't give a shit" attitude here, but this isn't really where you want to wing it. Especially not with what you're planning on doing. And by the way? Not happy about that.

I need my chems. More than that, I need to be viraled off. Taking me from right before we managed that is cheating. Pure, dirty cheating. And without the Doc there?

What's gonna happen if the ship stops providing? You'll be screwed, I'll be screwed.

This is why winging it is just gonna bite you in the ass.

Comments

[aident]

... She's taking you from before you've been viralled off? [THIS IS CAUSE FOR A HELLA-FUCKING-LOT OF CONCERN. WHAT EVEN.]

[predictor]

Halfway through the plane ride. [YOU HAVE NO IDEA MARTA IT REALLY FUCKING SUCKS]

[aident]

[She just. Doesn't compute this. Halfway through the flight? How is that fair in the slightest?]

And I'm... No one will be there to help. Will there?

[predictor]

I get thirty blues to plan with. [Bottom line: it's not fair at all] No. They have doctors, but no one from Outcome.

[aident]

[Hand in the hair; this isn't clinical or right or- well, she shouldn't be talking about what's right in this sort of situation, really. Or maybe she should, considering who it is.]

Will they have more on the ship? Some sort of stabilizer for you? They can't have the virus- They wouldn't.

[predictor]

[It just sucks. Let's leave it at that.]

Well, I get refills every now and again, Doc.

[Doesn't mean he won't be rationing out his supply, though. Just in case.]

[aident]

[The logistics of why a random .. space ship, would have supplies of something S.M. wasn't even supposed to be making. But hey, weirder things had happened; especially in the past few days.]

Hm.

[She's thinking now. Thinking of procedure, of possibilities she knows she can't access yet. Of things she could do to help. She has an extraordinary brain without any help of the Blues, herself.]

[predictor]

[He's waiting. Patiently. No, really, see him? Over here? Waiting? Just sitting here and staring and maybe his knee is bouncing and the corner of his mouth is twitching but he is so totally. Patiently. Waiting...]

I need a verdict. Now. There has- something to keep the effects from fading back, some trick or inconsistency you picked up on I know there has to be. There always is.

Verdict, Doc. Come on.

[aident]

[Excuse me Aaron, you're interrupting her thoughts, goddamnit. But startled from them as she is, she's ... still kind of at a moot point.]

There's.. Nothing. They were designed to not have any inconsistencies. You just .. have to keep taking them. [At least in your case, bro.]

[twentysevenways]

You must force the assistance of the medical bay. I recommend threatening a minor female acquaintance of the head medical officer. This will ensure compliance and supply.

[predictor]

[... Sweet.]

Name and description. Also; source.

[twentysevenways]

Doctor John Watson. He is sentimental, but a soldier. Target alias Wichita, friend of Neal Caffrey--former lover of John Watson's friend, Sherlock Holmes. Utilizing the guilt that Holmes' death caused will maximize emotional impact.

I am Laura Kinney. Designation X-23.

[predictor]

... You want me to blackmail a soldier.

[If it had been anyone other than a soldier... ugh. Morality sucks, sometimes.] And they can get the chems I need? Stuff from back home?

[Ah what the hell]

Aaron Cross. Designation- [eat your heart out, Doc] -5.

[twentysevenways]

It should be possible. They have significant resources. Do not accept a non-optimal outcome.

Blackmail is standard procedure. However, if you are competent at interpersonal subterfuge you may not need to resort to such measures. The medical bay is ostensibly altruistic.

[Laura doesn't believe it for a second.]

What is your program? I am a product of the Weapon X developments.

[predictor]

Anything less than optimal is off the table. A positive result is necessary, anything less is getting scrapped and swallowed. If I need to blackmail and threaten, I will. [He just won't like it]

Depends on the projected success rate and time of success.

[His lips quirk upwards]

Outcome. Weapon X I haven't heard of. [It sounds Canadian]

[twentysevenways]

Likewise. However, my program was privatized. It is not surprising.

If you require assistance on the ship in activities that would discomfort you, I will perform those acts. [Because you're like her: a tool, a weapon.] I cannot socially integrate. It does not affect me.

You understand.

[It's not phrased as a question, but it's as loaded as one.]

[gothamscop]

...Against the law to fail to provide people who need certain drugs with those drugs.

[judgedredd]

Reckless.

[Says the guy built like a brick wall with the..helmet.]