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[ooc: Fail, LJ, fail! No email notices. >.< ]
But why are the secrets so banal? Tell the Doctor something interesting.
Stop it.
They're isolated from the system.
[ooc: Not tweaking. Doc's just still screwed up from his experiences with Divia, so Samara and Megumi can't really make much of a dent in that.]
[ooc: What? You expected anything else?]
- Mood:
musical
- Mood:busy
How?
...
Ah. Well, it is still war.
Orders?
New gloves
Thorazine (easily synthesized)
Ziprasidone
Haloperidole
Chlorpromazine
Alimemazin
Triazolam
Prazosin
Scalpel blades
Fiber optic cable
Vortexer
8 gauge needles
20 gauge needles
...
I can't remember what else.
[ooc: The drugs are schizophrenia treatments, particularly with use for suppressing hallucinations, except for the last one, which can be used for nightmare suppression. I haven't been playing him enough, but he's been slowly going crazy (-ier) since Divia got her hands on him.]
[ooc: Entry is entirely in German. My German skillz just aren't up to the task of trying to translate it, though.]
Data collection proceeds.
Is it Christmas?
[ooc: Doc is in his lab. Bless his black little mad scientist heart, he's like a kid in a candy shop with this lab at his twelve little fingertips. Yes, there's an edit as my misfiring neurons finally decided to toss out Mutti and Vati to me.]
And this sonic screwdriver is a joy.
The only part that is a curse is that I cannot keep such delightful toys past today.
[ooc: Doc will be reverse engineering his little black heart out today. All other projects can be put on hold while he investigates this delightful new tech.]
- Mood:
thrilled
Burn them!
[ooc: Unaffected but has a semi-canon love of immolation.]
Come give me blood samples and I'll give you a pill that will make the pain go away.
[ooc: Beer, beer, beer. Doc's a happy camper. >>;; Yes, I know. Don't hit me.]
Delicious.
For that, you may go into my treat drawer and take the catnip treat of your choice.
...
I...
Think I may need to go out....
[ooc: I go to Hell today. Yes. Ow. Doc has had some of Desire/Belial's chocolate. LJ is sucking on pings again. Forewarned, etc.]
I may have to disassemble it.
Private//Non-Euclideanly Unhackable
Anti-psychotics aren't helping. The hallucinations aren't stopping. What is the meaning of these images of being trapped in the dark? I am not claustrophobic.
[ooc: What? You thought Doc would be sentimental about his behbeh? As to the private part, well, get too close to Divia and bad things happen.]
- Mood:oh shi---
Boom!
I'll be sure to keep this one sedated.
[ooc: Sciencegasm!]
- Mood:creative
Hm, yes, interesting. Let us explore what will happen when I saw off your arm, shall we?
[ooc: Doc's handcuffed to his experimental subject, whom we'll call Bob. Bob's still restrained, Doc's interested, and voice posting is on. Problem being, everything is in German.
Well, except the universal language of agonized screams, of course.]
Samples
END TRANSMISSIOn
[ooc: Doc's broken. Anyone got any superglue?]
- Location:deep underground
- Mood:
terrified
Private to Harue
Harue, I have been thinking about you. Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?
[ooc: Doc was supposed to ask her out last night, but I spaced it because I'm like that. >.< ]
I am in so much trouble.
Harue, I sent you a token.
Next time, I will need to plan farther in advance, so I can have a babysitter for my projects.
[ooc: Strikes deleted. Bad things happened while Doc was out, but he enjoyed his date with Harue even though he knows today that their love was just a curse. He sent her a bouquet of his own special creations. In a cage. With a note of warning not to put her fingers in.]
- Mood: jittery
Machts nichts.
Now if this fool would just stop. screaming. It will grow back before I'm through.
I don't sleep anyway, this is unnecessary and distracting.
I could take on an extra project or two....
Then I would most emphatically believe.
Why the Doctor, of course.
- Mood: amused
The data I collected from the recent battle is priceless. We really must obtain more data collection tools once our home is complete. I will be able to much better meet your informational needs.
- Mood:accomplished
All of you, raus. I have work to do. I'll question you all later.
[ooc: Doc's seeing plenty of his dead. He just doesn't care. He has a zeppelin to work on.]
Such an interesting thing to study.
Although it does squelch inside my gloves a bit.
[ooc: Yes, another of my characters who appears to have been bathing in blood. Nazi mad scientist, what do you think?]
- Mood:interested
The Doctor has the cure.
Unfit? Infirm? Weak?
The Doctor has the cure.
Tired? Bored? Directionless?
The Doctor has your cure.
- Mood: amused
My sex life? I have had-
[ooc: Doc, clever mad scientist that he is, has installed a curse day panic button on his communicator. If he suspects he's cursed and hits it, it will automatically disable his keyboard for outgoing messages until midnight. And aren't you bummed you don't get to hear about his sex life? I'm not. Unless he's desperate to share and makes voice posts later. ^^ Strike deleted.]
I ate all of the sauerkraut.
- Mood:
hungry
- Mood:
giddy
And this sword that replaced my scalpel? If I didn't know better, I would think the Warrant Officer was playing a joke.
So, this is a true curse.
Oh, and Butler, I'm thinking of you.
- Mood: amused
Do come
Tell me everything.
[ooc: strikes not there.]
- Location:not broadcast
Thanks much.
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