[32] - Voice

[doctor_j_crane]

Are there any other flood effects that are taking a while to wear off? [Have some pained breathing and a slight gagging sound.]

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I need a doctor. Now.

[OOC: Crane's costume (scarecrow) has worn off, but unfortunately it turns out all that straw that he kept on having to collect and put back inside himself equates to actual body parts, just like the damage to his costume in general is still there. So his insides are a bit jumbled. Feel free to find some bits around the barge if your pup isn't too busy putting out fires and whatnot.]

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Where are you? I'll be on my way.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[Well, better Sveta then some of the other doctors.] In my room. [Leaving out some critical information there, Crane.]

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. And where is that? I don't have every cabin memorized, Doctor Crane. [She's rather breathless at the moment, as she's gathering everything she can into her bag."

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Level two, room six. [Pause, coughing.] Wait, no. Four. Level two, room four.

[Crane is checking off his own symptoms in his brain, and his not amused by what conclusions he's getting.]

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Thirty seconds.

[That was just right down the hallway.]

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

Much condolences for your unfortunate condition, Jon, but I recall you returning my cane, and I find myself wondering what you would have needed it for. Care to fulfill my curiosity?

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Now is not the time. [Horrified silence.] ...I think I can see a lump of bone on the floor.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Good. I think I might need to infirmary. And pain relief. [Also known as lots and lots of drugs.]

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

[...]


There's absolutely nothing I can do to help you with that.

While you're still able to talk, you might as well give me an answer.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I don't remember. The flood, you know. [Totally looking at that piece of bone. Part of a rib, maybe?]

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

Much like you don't remember the carnival breach? [Thank god this isn't video.]

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

I have no idea what you're talking about. [Crane's just found his 'repaired' arm. And actually swears a bit at the sight of it.]

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

A lie rarely works twice. And doesn't work at all when I am the recipient. Shall we try for the truth?

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that your concern was more important than the fact that I'm probably actively in the process of dying. It's exceptionally painful, in case you were wondering.

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

You should be used to the process by now. I've certainly become accustomed to being informed of your death.

[The sound of a door opening. He's one step away from paying you a visit, Jon.] Stop vying for time and give me an answer.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Back off, Nygma. [Crane can hear the sound of Eddie's door opening, but there's not a lot he can do about it. He's busy being doubled over in pain, and trying not to vomit.] I'll tell you later. [Vying for time? Not at all!]

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

If you value me as a partner, I suggest you tell me now. [Door closing. Steps.] And try not to sully my shoes. I can hear you gagging.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Has anyone told you that you have sociopathic tendencies? [Okay, sitting down at his desk now. He's not going to be able to go to the infirmary without falling over. It's a good thing about Sveta coming.]

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

You have, and I've returned the derogatory comment on numerous occasions. [Eddie's stride slows as he comes upon Jonathan's door. He hesitates for a mere moment, before pushing it open.] A whack job diagnosis isn't going to divert my intentions, unfortunately.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

How unfortunate. [Crane said, still leaning heavily against his desk. Come to think of it, there was quite a lot of blood on the floor. Most of it was from the deep cuts on his arms, regardless of Rose's stitching, which had been helpful at the time but was now just rather disturbing to look at.] You really, really can't wait?

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

[Eddie pauses to survey the grotesque scene. It momentarily brings a startled grimace to his eyes, but its gone within the same second.]

I really, really can't wait.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[Crane's busy staring at his very damaged arm, while trying not to freak out. It's pretty difficult not to give into the inherent urge to roll around on the floor while screaming and clutching at his arm in agony.] Well, you'll have to. [Crane said through gritted teeth.] It's nothing dangerous, anyway. They'll never even know.

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

[Eddie steps over a small puddle of blood, towards Crane. He's still evidently determined to get himself an explanatory answer.] If is nothing dangerous, you should have no qualms with explaining why and what you did with my item. [He says nonchalantly.]

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

We'll see.

[And thirty seconds later, she's knocking at his door, trying the handle just in case he couldn't get up.]

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[Crane was hardly about to implicate Rose in a crime, even if it was only to Eddie. He still wasn't sure what she might be planning.] Your item will be fine. [Crane managed a pained grin at his own admittedly not very clever joke.] I didn't damage it.