[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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[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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[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...]