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We're Using Science! [Active/Open]

Character(s): Urd, open!
Content: Urd gathers what she hopes are the best people to help make a medicinal cure for the paranoia virus.
Setting: New Hope, across the street from The Cheap Prayer.
Time: Week 27, morning
Warnings: None.

Urd gazed out the shop window, watching the morning light rise above the roof. The fog had already mostly dissipated for the day, a few lingering silvery strands hovering in shadowed corners and hidden alleyways. She frowned, pulling her long hair over her shoulder. Though she had a fairly good reason as to why she'd waited this long to do anything about the terrible mist, she still felt a little guilty. How much damage had been done while she'd been so preoccupied? Luckily her fellow visitors were made of stronger stuff than the Organization gave them credit for. At least, she hoped they were.

She turned and headed further into her shop. The shelves and racks had disappeared. In the center of the mostly empty room was a long wooden table, all manner of scientific tools resting in a line. Her own alchemy equipment sat on one end, along with a beaker filled with swirling fog. Urd picked it up and examined it for had to have been the twentieth time since she captured it and bound it into the beaker with a magic seal.

There was no way to fix this by herself. Something like this required a group effort. All she had to do was wait...and hope.

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New Hope, was it? That was the place he'd remembered hearing about, from the announcement. After meeting Flonne and seeing what the fog had done to her, the Doctor had decided he would do whatever it took to take care of things. He had never been one to leave people in need, and he wasn't about to start that now. He stepped into the shop and adjusted his bow tie, whistling as he looked around.

"Hello," he called out, "it's the Doctor. I'm here about the fog."

Sara stood outside the shop for a moment, checking the sign with what was on the screen of her journal. It seemed to be the right place. Walking in, she took a look around, apparently on the heels of another person, someone who she had heard introduce himself as the Doctor, since she had been right behind him.

"Me too." She said, staying near the door. She didn't trust anyone lately, considering who she had run into a few days ago. She pocketed her journal, waiting to see who had called this collection of people together.

It was unusual for Zim to've been cooped up in his base for too long. Usually, he was out with a new plan to take over Earth at least every three days, given time for preparations and stuff. He'd been taking a fine-toothed comb to his base while trying to figure out why his AMAZING. IRKEN. TECHOLOGY. couldn't get a stupid reading on this hideous...dome..thingy. That somehow had weather--he'd have to figure out how this was possible and replicate it--ANYWAY.

So after he had seen a thread on the public forums about this crazy fog, Zim found himself suddenly outraged. Earth was HIS to conquer, and he wouldn't tolerate anyone else trying to interfere with his mission. He THOUGHT he made this clear with the Planet Jackers, but apparently not, so a good butt-whooping was in order. Zim put on his wig and contacts, and marched out of his house, sneering and glaring the entire time while grumbling, snarling, and sometimes even kicking and thrashing when his temper spiked. With the integrations of the Journal to his PAK and base, he easily found the named store and just barged right in, the door slamming open to reveal a very angry, very annoyed ball of dysfunctional Irken insanity.

Even the first night he was here, setting up base, he didn't pay it any mind..Zim was too narcissistic and thought the human race too stupid to care how people were looking at him as he set up base. As long as no one accused him of being in-human, all was well in his book, so he didn't notice the fog until it was mentioned on the message board.

"WHO DARES TOUCH THIS PLANET AND MAKE THE HUMANS CRAZY!? ZIM DEMANDS ANSWERS!!!" The dysfunctional little Irken yelled at the top of his lungs. Oh so obnoxiously, he yelled, after entering and marching right up to the counter to scowl at whomever.

"Samples! I need samples, and then you can all be amazed as I cure this PUNY attempt at a pitiful pandemic!~" But that anger quickly dissipated, the obnoxious, grating yell turning airy and almost pleasant from the narcissism that dripped from his high-and-mighty, demanding voice as Zim stood up straight and tall, hands on his hips like he was the best thing in the universe. Cause he was. All 3.8 feet of him.

[[ ooc: :|a My bad. I got used to the brackets from 200+ comments on a thread in d_m. It took ALL. DAY. and Jen pointing out the brackets is what was wrong with my post. Sorry for the EPIC. FAILURE. moment. ♥ I think it's fine now. If not, lemme know. ]]

Edited 2010-12-20 04:20 (UTC)

When it came to scientific exploits, Mao tended to hate working with others. It was all too easy for someone to steal his hard-earned (and sometimes hard-stolen) glory. His pride just wouldn’t let him do it if he could help it. Really, the only good partner as far as Mao was concerned was whatever unfortunate subject he had strapped to the surgical table. But obviously that was a different matter entirely.

He supposed Yorda could count as another exception, if only because she was the exception to a lot of things. People that simple usually were. She wouldn’t know what glory-hogging was or even how to go about it. She’d probably believe him if he told her it was better for him to take all the credit, too. Not that he trusted her to do anything too complicated, but little things like handing him tools and stuff weren’t too bad.

Mao had been a little hesitant to leave the lab at first. Someone had barged into his hospital without even announcing themselves. The first he could begrudgingly handle, but the second was just in poor taste. And who knew what they were doing while they were there?! Snooping around no doubt. There was a familiarity to that energy that bothered him. Whoever it was in the building, he’d seen them before. Mao was going to scour every inch of that place when he got back, he swore it.

But now, now there were other things to worry about. Mainly clearing up this whole fog thing. It was annoying, as was the fact that many people that were useful to him could be affected by it at any time. So... fine. He'd work with others this time, even though he sure as hell wasn't going to like it.

Mao gave the shop a once-over as he approached, an eyebrow arching and his expression hidden by the glare of his glasses. As long as it had what he needed and he could get this over with quickly, he would deal with the surroundings. He guessed.

He managed to come in just as someone started shouting. What the hell was this guy yelling about anyway? Keh, so some cheeky jerk was already trying to claim this, huh? Well he'd tell them--

"Oho?" What was this? Mao's features twisted into a wicked grin and his fingers twitched as he resisted the urge to pull out a scalpel right then and there. Instead his shaking hands found the arm of his glasses, which were quickly fogging up from his excitement. An alien! Or else some kind of new lifeform altogether! There was no doubt about it! How absolutely wonderful~! But no. No, he could get to that later. Mao reached up and used his sleeve to wipe the drool off his face before surveying the rest of the group. One person he didn't recognize, but the other... One of those Doctors had decided to show up, too? Maybe this trip would be worthwhile after all.

He didn't introduce himself just yet. If more people were arriving, he'd like to have the proper audience.

Any greeting Urd had for the Doctor or Sara was blown away by Zim's dramatic entrance. Oh, she had seen the little green alien on the network -- it was hard not to notice him. Or notice he was an alien, even with his wig and strange eyes. Obviously he thought he was being clever and deceptive and she had no inclination to try to prove otherwise. Not now.

If more people were coming, they'd have to be filled in later. If she waited any longer, the beaker full of fog she held might fade or be compromised.

"That's what we're trying to figure out," she replied smoothly. Dressed in a white lab coat over her usual tight, indecently low-cut dress, she gestured to the scientific instruments she'd gathered for the occasion.

"All of you have different specialties. Some of you may have more than simple third dimension physics on your side. I'm sure you all have your own ideas and plans on how to fix this...that's good. The more ideas the better."

She perched herself on the counter, crossing her legs and lifting the beaker for the rest of them to see. "My name is Urd. Some of you might know me...I've been here awhile. Before we get into it, why don't we share our ideas on how this works? Any personal experiences with the affects?"

The Doctor looked about himself, grinning at the bizarre group. And look! A little green alien! He hadn't seen one of those in awhile. Come to think of it, wasn't that the one he'd spoken to over the journals? He was a loud little thing. And there was the mad scientist! Not that he approved of the weapons he'd mentioned, but the Doctor could completely get behind the "mad" and "science" bits. Especially the "mad" part; life wasn't fun without at least a little insanity. He didn't recognize the woman, though; he'd have to go and meet her properly later.

"Right!" he responded enthusiastically, clapping his hands together. "I haven't been suffering from any effects of the fog, but I've met someone who has..." and he launched into an explanation of his experience with Flonne, sobbing in the hospital and attacking anyone who'd entered (at least at first). "So I think we've all got to proceed very carefully," he finished.

"Name's Sara." Sara said, after Zim's entrance and after Mao walked in. She stayed by the door, even as she said that, preferring to wait and listen to what the others had to say before saying too much.

When the Doctor started mentioning the effects of the fog, she did decide to ask a question, at least to get some details for herself.

"Well," If anyone was paying close attention, they would noticed that Sara shifted a bit, as if she was nervous. "What are all of the symptoms of the fog?" She was beginning to think that her freak out and mood shifts when she was with Marluxia were partly the fog's fault, but she had nothing to go on, science wise. And, she hadn't been paying attention to her journal much, to avoid running across the pink haired bastard.

The first thing to catch Zim's eye was not the goddess, not the others in the room before him, but a glare. A flash of light. The little alien whipped around as quick as he could, eyes narrowed and his hand ready to point accusingly at the source. But when he turned around, it was just some UGLY FREAK with pointy ears. "Hummmm..." He just growled under his breath, voice straining into an awkward pitch before going back to staring at the dark-skinned female that was currently holding up a vial.

Introductions were pointless to Zim. They didn't matter because all humans were stupid by nature, and, of course, Zim would be the only one capable of providing these dim-witted little monkeys with any sort of hope for survival--before, of course, he enslaved them.

"Yes, yes, sharing is caring, the fog gives you the crazies, and you're in need of a savior." The alien rolled his wrist and spoke with an annoyed and impatient tone of voice, trying to hurry this along. He didn't have the time, patience, or want to sit and have a pow-wow about 'feelings' and how this water vapor effected them.

"Now skip to the part where you give Zim samples!"

Mao finally managed to tear his attention from the little green specimen--creature when the Doctor spoke. The young demon straightened and his eyes narrowed as the story went on. Mao crossed his arms, attempting to hide his annoyance, though it managed to show through his tapping foot. "Dammit," he ground out under his breath. "That bastard was there after all! I knew it! I'll have to search the place to make sure he didn't screw anything up." Mao didn't think he had anything up there the cockroach could have messed with, but the fact that he was in the general vicinity of his lab was more than enough to piss him off, nevermind the potential scorch marks! At least now he knew what took Almaz so long to get a bed.

"Savior?" Mao scoffed, glaring over at Potential Specimen. "I don't know about anyone else in here but I don't need to be 'saved' from anything. And if I can't get my hands on the sample of that material first, you sure as hell aren't. Not to say I haven't already taken a look at the material myself." The cocky attitude was back again, and Mao placed a hand on his hip.

"It's a compound with a rare composition. It almost looks like it has some magic infused in it, but it's difficult to tell. The symptoms so far mostly seem to be a general fear of others increasing into a full panic. There doesn't seem to be much rationality behind it, but from what I can tell and from what the Doctor over there has said, it seems to only happen around certain people. If the subject isn't around them they act normal. Or less like they have a screw loose, anyway." It sounded almost like a status effect, but he hadn't heard of any that acted like this. "It's probably attacking the emotional center of the brain, whatever it is." Or the heart if the Organization was the cause of all this.

"Oi, Goddess. You got anything besides that fog on you? Seen anything else?"

Urd sighed, sharing a flat glance with the others over the surround sound Napoleon complex. Sliding off the table, she handed the beaker of fog to Sara as she passed. "I was hoping one of you would have brought blood samples, since some of you had some exposure to the infected," she replied to Mao, rummaging among her apothecary equipment. "But maybe it would be better to capture a person instead of just the blood. You do have a point, though."

She lifted her gaze to rest of the group. "Magic in this world is very real. We'll have to think outside the box if we want to cure it. Which means --" she scowled at Zim. "Working together."

"Nope," said the Doctor cheerfully. "I don't have any blood samples. I don't have any medical equipment - well, yes, I do, but I don't know where it is. New TARDIS, you know," and he rambled on, grinning, "bit exciting. Haven't finished exploring, yet. Anyway, when people are busy trying to kill you because they think you're a monster, you don't really have time to do medical tests." After pausing briefly for a breath of air, he added, "Hello, everyone. In case you didn't hear before, I'm the Doctor. Nice to meet you, Urd, Sara, Zim... mad scientist fellow." Yeah... he was just going to try and ignore the little green bloke entirely. He doubted it would work well, or for very long, but it was at least worth a shot.

He nodded, listening to Urd thoughtfully; there was a thought that had crossed his mind a few times. "Well, if the fog is magic, then there's got to be a way to dispel it. Curses always have a counter of some kind." Sleeping Beauty had the kiss, the long-lost High One of Cheem had - what was it, a certain type of intergalactic bumblebee? Either way, it worked. Turning his chaotic train of thought back to the subject at hand, he kept on, grinning. "And if it's science, well... there's always a way to deal with that."

Puny human, with your crayon scribbles on your face! Your scowl frightens no one! Zim's expression was alert, then he scowled right back at her.

"Zim does not work with ugly humans like yourself." He just waved a dismissive hand at her, head held as high in the air. He didn't really care about introductions, all he wanted was his sample and to leave so he could get to work. Humans always dragged everything out incessantly. And they didn't even have decent snacks!

"Magic or not, just keep it out of the city, duh. I'm surprised you bunch of useless flies haven't dropped dead without a re-breather mask, there's no ventilation shafts for gas exchange.

Now gimmie. I have no time stupid social instincts!"

"Of course I brought blood samples! What do you take me for?" Mao was quick to shoot back. Sure, he hadn't brought them out immediately, but it wasn't his fault! There was just a lot going on around here, that was all. Between the new specimens and assessing the situation... It wasn't like he was used to working with others! And it wasn't like he forgot or anything, either.

Mao pulled the vial he'd brought with him out from his coat, scowling at the room and certainly not embarrassed. "Mao," he said quickly. "Overlord Mao."

Potential Specimen--Tim or Zen or whatever his name was--spoke up again. Mao wasn't sure whether or not the fact Potential Specimen thought that everyone here was human was funny or just insulting. Mao scoffed and narrowed his eyes. "I'm not human, you idiot, and if I could just get a look at whatever they have here that controls the climate I'm sure I could..."

Mao stopped. "That has to be what's being used to disperse it," he muttered under his breath, silently cursing himself for not having come to that conclusion earlier. It was obvious! How hadn't he seen it before? If they could just find out where it was, maybe he would be able to change the programming on it and get this taken care of.

Ugh, but who knew how long that would take! Why did the simplest solution have to take so long? "Anyway, if there's magic in whatever makes up that fog, do you think technology's going to be the only thing to get rid of it? If I have to work with other people, you're working with other people. I don't care what your opinion about it is! I'll make you stay out of spite!"

Edited 2011-01-24 23:21 (UTC)

Urd's eyebrow twitched in irritation at the two arguing. Why did she think this was a good idea again? She took the fog back before one of them could snatch it away and do some real damage. "So Mao and I can cover any non-scientific approaches," she said loudly, trying to get everyone back on track. She turned and began to carefully dole out the fog from the beaker into smaller vials, one hand glowing softly as she shielded her workspace.

"We'll need to examine the blood samples, of course. And a closer look at the fog, breaking it down, may give us some answers as well." She turned back around and began passing out the vials of fog to the rest.

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