Kesese... you'll be okay! Just don't try to jump in and make a cool entrance or anything.
[She's quiet, then, content to just hold him for a few long seconds. She made it. She's here, and Newt's here, back where he belongs. And he's okay.
A little compulsively, she leans back and pokes the middle of his forehead, trying to get him to pick his head up just so she can check. Just so she can make sure that there really are no marks from when she shot him.]
[He tilts his head back when she pokes at him, not sure why she's doing that but also it doesn't cross his mind to question it. There's no scar or anything, though. That'd be an awkward thing to try to explain.]
Yeah! Uh... Just gimme a sec. [He wriggles out of her grip so that he can go clean up the specimen jar he broke. Whoops. It is indeed pretty stinky, but it's not like his lab smells great in the first place, anyway. There's a definitive funk of preservatives and toxic Kaiju blood hanging in the air. Yum.]
Oh, that's the brain I Drifted with. [Slipping on a plastic glove, he points at the segment of Mutavore's frontal lobe still floating in its huge vat. It's dead now, but it's still a useful specimen.]
[She's so relieved that at least outwardly, he looks fine. She can't speak for what's going on inside that head of his, but at least he isn't physically injured.
While he's cleaning up whatever that rank stuff is, she clasps her hands behind her back and starts wandering around to look at everything, humming to herself. It really is cool!! Like a set on one of America's movies!!]
The brain you what with? Speak plainly, I'm not the doctor!!
[She leans in and gives the chunk of what's apparently brain a squinting stare. Did... did Newt jump in the tank? Is that what he's saying?]
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completelycrazy) wrote2017-09-11 07:20 pm
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Hey, I know. Just asking if I need to brace for impact when I give it a shot. I'm not as indestructible as you.
[No one is.]
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[She's quiet, then, content to just hold him for a few long seconds. She made it. She's here, and Newt's here, back where he belongs. And he's okay.
A little compulsively, she leans back and pokes the middle of his forehead, trying to get him to pick his head up just so she can check. Just so she can make sure that there really are no marks from when she shot him.]
You gonna show me around your lab?
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[He tilts his head back when she pokes at him, not sure why she's doing that but also it doesn't cross his mind to question it. There's no scar or anything, though. That'd be an awkward thing to try to explain.]
Yeah! Uh... Just gimme a sec. [He wriggles out of her grip so that he can go clean up the specimen jar he broke. Whoops. It is indeed pretty stinky, but it's not like his lab smells great in the first place, anyway. There's a definitive funk of preservatives and toxic Kaiju blood hanging in the air. Yum.]
Oh, that's the brain I Drifted with. [Slipping on a plastic glove, he points at the segment of Mutavore's frontal lobe still floating in its huge vat. It's dead now, but it's still a useful specimen.]
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While he's cleaning up whatever that rank stuff is, she clasps her hands behind her back and starts wandering around to look at everything, humming to herself. It really is cool!! Like a set on one of America's movies!!]
The brain you what with? Speak plainly, I'm not the doctor!!
[She leans in and gives the chunk of what's apparently brain a squinting stare. Did... did Newt jump in the tank? Is that what he's saying?]