[4] - Post Flood

[doctor_j_crane]

I don't even need to ask what that was. Changing the 'barge' drugs in the air to some kind of 'cruise' drugs? Amnesia as a side effect isn't even surprising.

To the people I was socialising with on the roof, I assure you, we weren't partaking in anything fatal. Just some recreational materials that I happened to have. No harm done.

To everyone else who I encountered, I am not an accountant. I am a certified psychiatrist, and no, I don't have any 'side businesses.'


OOC: Crane would rather admit to dealing drugs then stealing stuff from the garden and risking exposing the fact he's trying to make a chemical concoction. I may also be slow in responses because I'm pretty sick, but I thought I should get the post up instead of backdating it later. :3

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[Spam is the man]

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[Up closer, Crane recognised Alastair from the rather disturbing video he had displayed a while ago. He remembered their deal, although he didn't know if he actually wanted on going through with it. Damn cold feet... the infirmary still needed investigation.]

Alastair. [Crane said, offering his hand.] Nice to finally meet in person. You look much improved since I last saw you.

[Spam pn a man?]

[cantrunfromme.livejournal.com]

Hardly, [He takes Crane's hand and holds it stiffly. Alastair looked down at where their hands met in longing. Oh how much he wanted to break every single bone with in it, to hear the comforting crack of them under his power.]

still afflicted with being underpowered and underused. You however [His eyes flick up back to Crane without letting go of his hand of course] have much less pallor on your cheeks. So perhaps it should be I who is asking whether you feel better or not, Doctor.

[Spam doesn't kiss and tell :D]

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[Crane suddenly was intensely aware that offering to shake hands was a rather stupid thing to do. He tried to tactfully remove it from Alastair's rather firm grasp. The man had an odd intensity, and in person the general feeling of being not quite right seemed to radiate off him.]

I'm quite well. [Crane was painfully aware of Alastair still grasping his hand.] Underpowered, you say?

[Spam puts up naked photos on facebook :x]

[cantrunfromme.livejournal.com]

Why, yes. You are aware of the limitations placed on inmates here? We aren't all made of the same flesh and blood as men.

[He was still gripping Crane's hand. The minimal offerings of entertainment on this ship could never compare to that of the reading of emotion of a weary individual. The odd drip of sweat from the brow, the involuntary twitch of prey in the presence of a predator. It was better than a night at the opera.]

Some of us, oh how do you ones in your profession put it? Are filled with the delusions that we have abilities beyond that of which the common mortal man is capable of. Now isn't that absurd?

[Spam only does it after it's been drinking!]

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Yes, quite absurd. [Crane had the feeling that he was rather out of his depth. Not to mention that he would very much like his hand back.] Although, considering the general calibre of most of the people here, that's hardly surprising that there's a high level of deep pathological disturbance.

[Crane was tempted to simply start trying to yank his hand free. He settled for trying to draw it back gently, hoping that Alastair would realise what he was doing and let it go.]

[Spam and I have something in common]

[cantrunfromme.livejournal.com]

I'd love to hear more about these pathological disturbances, when you have the time. [He fought back the urge to laugh at Crane's struggles] Would you like your hand back?

[Spam doesn't judge :D]

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Yes. I would. [Crane said, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice and failing. Alastair doing this deliberately was a lot more aggravating then him just being socially incompetent.]

[Spam knows my heart]

[cantrunfromme.livejournal.com]

ooc: kick my ass if I forget threads plz. I do it all the time

[He lets Crane's hand go but just as their flesh separates he has his arm hooked over Crane's shoulder and they are walking to the end of the corridor.]

So, doctor, pathological disturbances. What's your take?

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Is cool, you had a big plot going down :D.

[Crane could not help feeling as if he were being manhandled. And there were stairs at the end of the corridor. This Alastair fellow was far too up close and personal.]

Intriguing, very much so. [Crane said quickly.] I think I want to reconsider our agreement. According to Rex, there are far easier ways to get into the infirmary.

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[cantrunfromme.livejournal.com]

[Demonhandled, Crane. Demonhandled.]

Not having cold feet are you, doc? [He gives him two well placed slaps to the back in turn with the slow march towards the staircase] Anyway, recently Rex thought he's was a vampire. Are you going to take advice from a lunatic like that?

[Spam would keep things under control.]

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Apparently being under the impression that one is a vampire is not uncommon here. [Crane had decided that he much preferring talking to Alastair through the communications system, rather then in person. Crane made an effort to stop the relentless march towards the staircase.]

Look, that's quite enough. Rose is waiting for me.

Re: [Spam would keep things under control.]

[cantrunfromme.livejournal.com]

And the majority in Germany thought the Third Reich was a swell idea. I mean it had its obvious successes but I'm not here to talk about my personal life. We have your problems to consider now don't we?

[He turned Crane around so they were looking face to face. Alastair's hands now rested on the doctor's shoulders as if he were a coach about to give the quarterback a pep talk on how to win the big match]

Crane, you can have your slice of pussy pie after your work is done. I'm only acting in your best interests here.

[Spam]

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

My work is my concern. I can and will decide my best interests on the matter. [Crane shrugged out from underneath Alastair, beginning to back away.] We're quite done here. I'll inform you if I make any other developments in my project.

[Spam]

[cantrunfromme.livejournal.com]

Hey, just looking out for you, kiddo. [He looked down to the floor and the edge of the staircase he had lead him to, and then back to Crane's face] Remember what I did for you.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

You haven't done anything for me. [Crane pointed out. All Alastair had done was made a half-hearted verbal agreement. That meant nothing. Crane looked at the stairs warily. And made the connection. Now was probably a good time to be getting away from Alastair.]

[Spam]

[cantrunfromme.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm speaking in present tense, Doctor. [Both his hands snapped to Crane's side locking his arms in place as he made a forceful shove towards the stairs, releasing the doctor at the last moment so the demon himself did not fall with him. It could have been fun breaking his own neck, he hadn't done it in a while but he had things to do, people to taunt.]

[Spam]

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[Crane, frankly, wouldn't have been able to do anything to prevent it happening even if he'd realised fast enough what was going on. One moment, he was upright and somewhat irritated and apprehensive. The next, he was slamming against the bottom of the stairwell, having thumped quite painfully against a couple of stairs on the way down. He could taste blood in his mouth, and his right arm was bent in a way that was not all that natural.]

[Spam]

[cantrunfromme.livejournal.com]

[Alastair crouched down on his haunches and squinted down the stairwell. In the dimly lit well he could see the twisted body of Crane that was heaving with what could only be pained breaths. He called down the stairs]

Remember... [He brought a finger to his lips and shushed Crane in a warning not to get him in trouble. He grinned, pleased at himself and stood up. He brushed his hands and walked off down the corridor to the stairs on the other side of the ship. The echos of a jaunty whistle broke through the hallway]

[Spam]

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[Crane was sure of two things. One, he was in a hell of a lot of pain, and secondly, Alastair was a complete and utter psychopathic asshole. While this was undoubtedly vaguely horrific and unpleasant at the present, Crane couldn't help but file away this information. It would probably be useful later...]