[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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[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.

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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]

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[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...]