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07 September 2007 @ 09:19 pm
Livin' it up. Sort of.  
Once Clair is gone Grey wastes no time finding his feet. The going is painfully slow but eventually he figures out how to walk. He makes his way slooowly to the bathroom.

Grey manages to brush his teeth, shower, change his clothes, and change the gauze pad on his arm. And it only takes him a few hours! But by the end... he's noticing that things are getting easier. That he can feel again. Just a little. Pressure here... a pin-prick of pain there (ribs, agh, he's been moving too erratically).

He's noticed that there is a pen and a journal on the desk... but he highly doubts he'll be able to manage writing quite yet. Not easily anyway. Instead he finds an easy snack in the kitchenette and then... well why not? He checks the door. And is rather surprised to find it open.

He stands there for a moment. Why would it be open? Was it purposeful? A slip of the mind? Was she toying with him....?

....He quietly slips out.
Current Mood: Cautious.
Ockette: MRIockette on September 10th, 2007 02:50 am (UTC)
Why, there's a man there. According to the band on his wrist, his name is Jacobs, Bernard T, and he's been here since August, 2005. His bed is neatly made around him, hands folded on the thin paper blanket, eyes open but vacant. The television is on mute, playing some nature show with a bright-smiled host, but his eyes don't track what's on the screen. The only sign that Bernard is alive are the occasional slow blinks.
Dr. Grey: O RLY?grey_matter on September 10th, 2007 02:59 am (UTC)
Grey raises an eyebrow. Interesting. He'll enter the area behind the curtain then, and of course read that band on the man's wrist. Hm. Hm. Grey reaches before the man's eyes and snaps his fingers there. It's a little more dull than it should have been but hey considering he's still feeling pretty numb it'll do.
Ockette: MRIockette on September 10th, 2007 03:02 am (UTC)
Nothing. Bernard has no idea you're there, sir. No one is home.

But he looks fairly well-cared for, for a lab rat. Physically healthy.
Dr. Grey: Test tubes.grey_matter on September 10th, 2007 03:07 am (UTC)
Grey clucks his tongue a bit and backs out from behind the curtain, glancing around quickly to see if anyone's snuck in. Still nothing. Suspicious. Strange. But if it really was a slip up... he probably doesn't have much time to peek around.

Grey makes his way for the room with the dim light. The drug is wearing off fast now, he can feel both pressure and pain and even the cold tile of the floor now. It's certainly a relief. Though the brief respite from the pain of his wounds wasn't entirely unwelcome.
Ockette: MRIockette on September 10th, 2007 03:15 am (UTC)
Through that door is... space. The small room beyond has no ceiling, and the stars above it shine bright and clear with no interference from an atmosphere. There aren't many, perhap a hundred all told, but directly above is one of particular brightness, a cold blue sun.
Dr. Grey: Skull.grey_matter on September 10th, 2007 03:24 am (UTC)
Oooh. Oh. Huh. At first Grey figures it must be a projection of some sort, but as he steps into the room he realizes that... it's not. Wow. He stares up at the sight for a good few minutes, quite possibly forgetting where he is. Spectacular.
Ockette: MRIockette on September 10th, 2007 03:26 am (UTC)
Here's the really wonderful part. While he's watching, if he steps far enough in, something massive comes into view from one edge. It's a planet, swinging past in its own orbit, as close as the moon is to the earth, huge beyond reckoning, and moving with clockwork grace across this crystal sky. Continents are visible from here, in the dim glow of light reflecting from some other unknown source, and the brilliant jewelery of cities is writ in light along its coasts. And it's right there.
Dr. Grey: Concoctions.grey_matter on September 10th, 2007 03:40 am (UTC)
Grey is hardly even aware that he's grinning. Kind of like a kid who just got their first electron microscope dirt bike for Christmas or something. And you know the thought of escape isn't even really there yet. It's just... just the whole thing. Wonderful. It isn't until after all that has sunk in that he realizes... oh, hay. Civilization on that thar planet. Hmmmm.
Ockette: MRIockette on September 10th, 2007 03:53 am (UTC)
It's amazing, isn't it? He's certainly not in Kansas anymore. This room is designed around that ceiling, all the couches low and laid back, some of them scattered with books or blankets.
Dr. Grey: Sink.grey_matter on September 10th, 2007 03:58 am (UTC)
Grey is reluctant to remove his eyes from the ceiling, but he does take a quick glance at any books lying around. What does Clair read? He'd also like to have a look at those computer screens on those incubators. But he'll stall a few moments more to take a last look up.
Ockette: Needles!ockette on September 10th, 2007 04:46 am (UTC)
This is apparently where the small scientist comes to relax. The books are almost all fiction, there for enjoyment and not education, though a few neurology journals are stacked on a low end table.

Back in the lab, the computer screens react to a finger touch to the screen, the octopus disappearing with a blink to be replaced by tables and charts of recorded notes. Oh, these are useful. These are carrier virii, variations on ebola, HIV, herpes... all carefully altered, able to reproduce only in laboratory conditions, neutered and engineered to answer to Clair's whims.
Dr. Grey: Injection.grey_matter on September 10th, 2007 04:55 am (UTC)
Grey wanders out and checks each of those incubator screens, finding and studying the charts and tables on them. Impressive work if he does say so himself. He gets himself rather lost in those charts and notes for a while, seemingly unheeding of the time passing him by. He could be there for hours if left to his own devices.
darkoctavius: octocrackdarkoctavius on September 11th, 2007 04:12 am (UTC)
Who knows how much time has passed until there's a quiet rattle of something small and sharp against the floor. Several somethings. A faint jingle. The sound stops. Then it starts again at a faster pace, and Grey has about five seconds to react before he's leaped at by about a hundred pounds of fur and slobber.

Dr. Grey: Test tubes.grey_matter on September 11th, 2007 04:34 am (UTC)
At the first little sounds there is no reaction. Something in the back of Grey's mind is tugging at him, but he's far too engrossed in the charts to pay it any heed. It isn't until the jingle and then the sound of something approaching that he snaps out of his *SCIENCE!* induced engrossment.

Too little too late. "Wh--!" Grey is bowled over by some form of beast most noticeably characterized, at this point, by it's bulk and fuzzy slobberyness.
darkoctavius: octocrackdarkoctavius on September 11th, 2007 04:47 am (UTC)
The fuzzy slobberiness licks. And licks. And, you guessed it, licks. HUMAN!


That tail is probably going to knock something over--oh, there goes a keyboard.
Dr. Grey: Science wins!grey_matter on September 11th, 2007 04:56 am (UTC)
asdfjweawfw2aQ@$! It doesn't take Grey long to figure out what's knocked him over (he's a scientist, you know.) Wonderful. A dog of all things. At least it's friendly. But it's making a damn racket.

Grey attempts to fend the slobbering beast off with the only arm he has. But this is a big dog. A very big dog. And it seems quite determined to lick him to death.
darkoctavius: octocrackdarkoctavius on September 11th, 2007 04:58 am (UTC)
YAY! He wants to play! Big slobbery jaws latch onto his sleeve. RRRRRRRshakeshake! RRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Doggy claws find purchase on his clothing. Oh, boy! More tail-thrashing occurs.
Dr. Grey: Looking off.grey_matter on September 11th, 2007 05:36 am (UTC)
"Get off of me you mangy mutt...!" He whisper-hisses at the animal. Grey attempts to shove the dog off of himself enough so that he can get back onto his feet. Something easier said than done seeing as the animal is a hundred pounds and currently biting and shaking his sleeve.

darkoctavius: Ooooctooopuuuusdarkoctavius on September 11th, 2007 06:41 am (UTC)
This results in more barkage. Awh, but she only wanted to plaaaaaaay...

"Nova!" a voice shouts. "Get out of there! You're not allowed in the lab. Out!"

The dog immediately turns and bounds off of Grey and out of sight, but he's got more problems, as Otto is now standing over him. "More to the point, neither are you."
Dr. Grey: Sink.grey_matter on September 11th, 2007 06:48 am (UTC)
....Griiin? :D? "Hello! Mr...?" He starts cheerful but... trails off. Er. Hm. Well, he has the arms like Octavius but... he looks nothing like him. Grey starts to make his way to his feet. He's covered in dog hair now, ugh.
darkoctavius: intense....darkoctavius on September 11th, 2007 07:02 am (UTC)
So far the only resemblance, really, is the arms. And something about the stare, and possibly the voice. This is a round fellow with long black hair and shades. As far as alternates go, appearances clearly vary.

"Doctor. Doctor Octavius. We have met, or don't you remember? At any rate, feeble-mindedness isn't much of a ruse. Clair's a better neurologist than that."
Dr. Grey: O RLY?grey_matter on September 11th, 2007 07:07 am (UTC)
"Oh, I remember you." Grey is busy disgustedly brushing dog hair off of himself now. He finally glances up again with an almost manic grin. "Just didn't catch your name." He throws his arm out with almost startling abruptness. "Dr. Grey." He introduces himself. Will you shake his hand Dr. Octavius?
darkoctavius: PB is mah besh fwend Matt  ^.^darkoctavius on September 11th, 2007 07:19 am (UTC)
Octavius regards it with a quirked eyebrow. "Certainly more personable than last time. I take it she either hasn't dosed you with anything since, or has started you on something completely different."
Dr. Grey: Art Grey.grey_matter on September 11th, 2007 07:26 am (UTC)
Grey draws the arm back in when it's clear Octavius isn't keen on shaking his hand. "Neither, actually." He frowns and looks thoughtful a moment. Unless she plans to regularly dose him with that numbing stuff, but it seemed to be more of an intimidation tactic than anything else.

Grey puts his arm behind his back out of habit, having no second arm to hook hands with now, and rocks a little on his feet. "I'd imagine it slipped her mind to lock the door to my room." He smirks a little.
darkoctavius: Asshatdarkoctavius on September 13th, 2007 04:54 am (UTC)
Otto's very much not impressed.

"Hmh. Possibly. I might have to have a word with Clair about just how she keeps track of her subjects."

He idly picks up the things Nova knocked over. THIS is why a 100-pound Australian Shepherd barely out of puppyhood isn't allowed in the lab, in case you were wondering.
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