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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.
 
 
 
Dr. Grey: Test tubes.grey_matter on September 17th, 2007 08:24 pm (UTC)
"Too bad, indeed." He's still glaring. Grey will now attempt to step on Inky.

"I think I'll pass."
Inky!: Shiny!o_delerious on September 17th, 2007 10:21 pm (UTC)
Inky is stepped on, but he doesn't care! He squishes almost completely flat, except for the cybernetics, which remain strong as diamonds.

"Hehe, stoppit, it tickles!" He wraps his tentacles around Grey's foot. "But really. My poor hummingbirds, they live in a greenhouse and have little to make nests out of with no forests to go scavange in for soft grasses and pine needles." Awh, don't you pity them? "Your hair is perfect for them especially those special white hairs, they look so soft..."

As if on cue, the hummingbird zips down, grabs a bit of Grey's hair, and tugs.
Dr. Grey: Injection.grey_matter on September 17th, 2007 10:46 pm (UTC)
What the hell is this thing made of?

World's smallest violin Inky. Grey attempts to shake the octopus free of his foot in disgust. He looks like he's about to reply when... there's a hummingbird that's very determined to come away with some of his hair.

Grey gives a guttural growl and attempts to crush the hummingbird with his hand. He's hoping the hummingbird won't be as impervious to destruction as Inky has proven.
Inky!: Jaro_delerious on September 17th, 2007 11:13 pm (UTC)
He doesn't quite get to grab the hummingbird but he does strike it, sending the little bird careening wildly out of control for a few seconds before it executes a graceful backflip and recovers, shaking its bright head.

Inky doesn't take this well. "Oh no, Gertrude! You bastard, what'd you do that for?" Inky scmlorps himself onto Grey's foot and nips his ankle with his now metallic beak. Grey might feel a bit sleepy now...
Dr. Grey: Sink.grey_matter on September 18th, 2007 12:38 am (UTC)
Grey jerks his foot at the nip and glares down at the octopus angrily. He opens his mouth to say something... aaand... hey. Oh. He is feeling sleepy now. Grey catches himself against a nearby desk, quite possibly knocking a few papers and other things askew.

Nice. Wonderful. Was the stupid thing pois-

Grey doesn't get to finish his train of thought. He's managed to ease himself more or less to the ground but at this point he simply topples over.

Nighty night.
Inky!: Jaro_delerious on September 18th, 2007 03:22 pm (UTC)
The last thing he may feel is the soft pressure of tiny but strong arms catch his skull and lower it carefully to the ground. "Wouldn't want to hit your head, that part is important to Clair." The tiny octopus chuckles and slurms around to the pack of his head and, with Gertrude's help, begins to snip at Grey's hair.

Grey will wake up a few minutes later, after Inky has nibbled on Grey's other ankle with the antidote and covered both tiny bites with octopus-themed band-aids. He might just catch a glimpse of Inky and the hummingbird dissapearing back down the drain, and may notice that coin-sized areas of his hair have been cropped short. His ear canals, again, have been scrubbed sparkling clean.
Dr. Grey: Sleepy Grey.grey_matter on September 18th, 2007 03:41 pm (UTC)
Grey finds himself swimming back up through the depths of unconsciousness soon enough. It feels kind of like trying to push through some particularly thick clouds. Nnrrg. Sleepy. ...Wait.

He opens his eyes a bit and lifts his head. And yes, he does catch the tail end of a hummingbird disappearing into the sink. He grits his teeth and sits up, still feeling just a wee bit dizzy and lightheaded. He hasn't noticed the missing bits of hair yet but his ears do feel a tad strange.
Ockette: Needles!ockette on September 18th, 2007 04:18 pm (UTC)
Now that his attention's been drawn over towards the sink again, he might just notice the cabinet above it. In there are many trays, in a rack, and in those trays are more of the small, brilliantly-colored candies, as-yet unwrapped, just made.
Dr. Grey: Here kitty kitty kitty...grey_matter on September 18th, 2007 04:41 pm (UTC)
Grey makes his way to his feet. As he does so, he notices the octopus-themed band-aids on them. He scowls at this and rips them off angrily.

He then runs a hand through his hair. And consequentially finds a few areas that are just a bit shorter than they should be. That blasted octopus. ....He vaguely wonders if it's impervious to fire.

Grey makes his way over to the sink and peers down the drain, trying to figure out how the pair has managed to use it for transportation. He turns the water on. Full blast. Worth a try you know. While the water is running he notices the cabinet above the sink. Evidently Grey doesn't pay much heed to that whole "curiosity killed the cat" saying.

He opens the cabinet and peers inside. Well, what do you know. It's more of those damn candies Clair keeps shoving down his throat. He's surprised to see so many different kinds. He's had the red and the purple... but what do the others do? ....Oh, curiosity.

He glances at a pink one. Hadn't she offered one of those as well as the purple one the first time? He'd refused it then. Hm. Grey reaches in and takes one of the pink ones, closing the cabinet with the back of his hand and looking the candy over. Hn. Well. There's only one way to find out you know. Really.

Grey pops the candy in his mouth. Mm. Strawberry. He reaches over and finally turns the water off at the sink as he sucks on the candy.

Finally he swallows it, giving a last peer down the drain of the sink before moving off to look at other things in the lab while he waits for it's effects.

The effects almost sneak up on him. He almost doesn't notice the gradual feeling of contentment and happiness creeping up. Before long he's got a faint smile.

This was fun. The whole thing really. The lab was really nice too. Plenty of interesting things in it so far. And he'd been learning a lot here, you know? This wasn't so bad at all.
mark_i_ammark_i_am on September 19th, 2007 03:16 am (UTC)
Presently, a man lets himself in, the door closing quickly behind him. This man is a couple years younger than Clair, and only a couple inches taller. He has matching red hair and, presently, a red nose as well. He's carrying a box of tissues and is busy pulling them out, using them, and stuffing them into a pocket.

"Heddo? Clair? I'bm interesded in dat cobbon cold cure you habe..."
Dr. Grey: Anatomy.grey_matter on September 19th, 2007 03:24 am (UTC)
Grey glances up as the man enters, a grin immediately appearing on his face. Oh, more company! "Hello! Sick are you?" He sounds cheerful and a little too loud. And he's definitely not Clair.
mark_i_am: Foxmark_i_am on September 19th, 2007 03:29 am (UTC)
"Bery Sig...huh? Who are you - oh! You're Clair's bnew dest subjecd, huh. Well I should sday ober here so I don'd ged you sig, dat bight throw off her resulds and she wouldn'd be so habby aboud thad...aren'd you supposed to be in your roob or sobething?"

But Mark makes no move to return Grey to his rightful place, instead choosing to sit on a lab stool rather far away from the man.
Dr. Grey: Here kitty kitty kitty...grey_matter on September 19th, 2007 03:32 am (UTC)
That's okay, Grey will just come to him! He moves almost startlingly quickly towards the other man, waving his hand in the air a bit. "Nonsense, nonsense. I've a pretty strong immune system you know." He snickers a bit, still grinning. "So! Who are you then?"
mark_i_ammark_i_am on September 19th, 2007 03:37 am (UTC)
"Dno dno dno really, Clair'll kill be if I bake you sig..." he gets up and backs away. Mark realizes that he doesn't have the defenses that Clair has. This test subject might be just a test subject, but he was bigger and stronger than Mark, even when unarmed (and apparently very cheerful).

"Baybe I should leave..."
Dr. Grey: Concoctions.grey_matter on September 19th, 2007 03:46 am (UTC)
Grey seems entirely unable to sit still. Even more so than usual. He rocks on his feet a bit erratically, not moving any closer to the man since he seems about to flee. "You haven't even told me who you are, you know. Related to Clair perhaps? You have the same color hair. Not that that's a defining factor..." He trails off and then shakes his head.

"Anyway, I don't see why you should have to leave. It's getting a bit dull in here really. I've already looked at most of the things lying around." Grin. See? He won't bite!
mark_i_ammark_i_am on September 20th, 2007 02:32 am (UTC)
"...Does Clair know you're oud and looking through her stuff?" This man must be on something, he's far too cheerful about the situation.

"Uhmm...what'd you find?"
Dr. Grey: O RLY?grey_matter on September 20th, 2007 02:44 am (UTC)
If possible his grin grows even wider. "Not a clue!" He giggles. "The door was open. To my room I mean. The door to my room." He waves his hand again. "Unlocked."

"Oh, all sorts of things. Quite marvelous really." He rocks a bit more as he talks, going so far as to teeter on the balls of his feet a bit before falling back to his heels.

"Room with no ceiling. Of course it has a ceiling. It has to really. I'd think. But it very much appears to have none. Can see the stars and such." He seems to think a bit. "Plenty of viral vectors growing in those incubators." He gestures. A shrug. "Candy." He grins almost childishly. "It was strawberry!"
mark_i_ammark_i_am on September 20th, 2007 02:56 am (UTC)
It makes more sense, now, what with the strawberry candy. Mark too has had experience with the euphoric candies. But it didn't really make sense for Clair to let this man out into her lab, except maybe if she'd wiped his brain of any thought of escape of vandalism. Which he didn't doubt she could do.

"Uhm...okay, well have you seen Clair about?"
Dr. Grey: Science wins!grey_matter on September 20th, 2007 03:02 am (UTC)
"Nope!" Grey says cheerfully. Then he peers at Mark strangely. "Did you say something about a cure for the common cold?" Maybe he misheard. Guy was pretty stuffed up after all.

"One that Clair made?" He laughs. "Because that's..." He was going to say impossible but... "Unlikely. Curing a virus... and not even only one type of virus! The common cold can be caused by more than one type of virus you know." Clair hadn't mentioned anything about having access to nanites or any other kind of nanotechnology which would make the whole thing a whole lot more plausible.
mark_i_ammark_i_am on September 20th, 2007 03:19 am (UTC)
"I dunno how she does id, bud den again I don'd know how ady ob her inventions work." He sneezes into a tissue and stuffs it in his pocket to join the others.

"Baybe I should call her..."
Dr. Grey: Art Grey.grey_matter on September 20th, 2007 03:23 am (UTC)
"Maybe!" Grinnnn. "She'd probably like to know I'm here, I'd imagine. That is, providing she didn't leave the room unlocked on purpose. I wouldn't put it past her, you know." He looks thoughtful a moment.

"Oh, and I'm sure she'd probably like to know you're here too." He waves his hand a bit.
Ockette: Clair Mommyockette on September 20th, 2007 05:31 am (UTC)
"It's usually obvious when Mark's here." Clair wanders in, through the door Mark entered through. "He's not the subtlest of men." This said by a woman who married Doctor Octopus. Though. She's not actually wearing the tentacles right now.

"What are you doing out of your rooms, Doctor Grey?"
mark_i_am: Super Mark!mark_i_am on September 20th, 2007 08:51 pm (UTC)
"Hey, I cadn be ninja if I wand." Mark sneezes very loudly. "Scuse be."

He thumbpoints at Grey. "His door was ubnlocked, anb he god indo your candies."
Dr. Grey: Art Grey.grey_matter on September 21st, 2007 03:21 am (UTC)
"Hello, Clair!" Grey says in an entirely too loud and cheerful manner. He snickers a bit. Normally he might be a little more annoyed, seeing as she rather made him sound like a child or a pet there.

"You left the door unlocked. Slip of the mind, Clair?" Well. She doesn't seem to have known he was free. But then she wouldn't let on if she did would she? Bah, who knows. It's about here he realizes she lacks the actuators.

Hm. Oh. Hm. Well... he could attack her. However he has nothing to take her hostage with in order to demand a PINpoint. And the other man was still here. And he wasn't sure he wanted to leave just yet. And attacking her would definitely give his broken rib another wrench, much like toppling over in octopus induced unconsciousness had. Grey is good at hiding pain. He's hoping she hasn't noticed still.
Ockette: Brains?ockette on September 22nd, 2007 03:19 am (UTC)
"Mark, tying a shirt around your head does not make you a ninja. Neither do socks with little throwing stars on them." It's all fond teasing. The two siblings are as close as they look.

"Must have been. Of course, I thought you safely hobbled by the drug. How're you feeling?"
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