Personal Log [1R]
Fletcher
Process to process/ the halting of pace
- Location
- Philippines
[X]Go with this.
-[X] You need protection too. Can't have it go drowning the creator or something.
[X]Try and lead him away from the guard's office
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"No, no, that's... fine. The siren is fine." You've got a lot of potential ideas for how it's going to be dangerous. But dangerous is great! You like dangerous. So long as it's not targeted at you, dangerous is great. "But hey, maybe we could... I don't know, think of some protections first? Like, you know, so it won't drown the creator or something."
"Well, if we're working with pheromones, we just have to make ourselves immune to them. There has to be some sort of active chemical in our brains that numbs or prevents a positive response to that particular compound. Simple." As if it's simple to just design something that blocks the production of dopamine in the brain. Michel hums to himself, thinking. "Perhaps it could work similarly to those epi-pens widely used by the general public?"
You get the feeling he meant to say "used by the commoners" or something. Though that's probably just you.
"So we'd have to be aware that the siren is using the spellsinging or whatever we call it." That seems a little inconvenient. But you could probably do something similar. Like designing something to sense the presence of the pheromone compound and having some sort of auto-injector? Though that seems way more technological than biological. In other words, not really your thing. You'll probably have to ask Althorn for help again.
You want to tell Michel this plan. But something inside you says "no". It's probably best he doesn't know your countermeasures.
Althorn! Right! You're supposed to be distracting Michel so he can hack the guards' files! To be honest, you almost forgot.
"Oh, I think I have one of those!" You don't. You don't have an epi-pen. But you can lie! "You think we should check out the mechanism for it or something? I don't really know how they're structured, so we're going to have to figure out how to make the container for our compound first."
"Why can't we just clear out an existing epi-pen?"
You shoot Michel a glare. "It's called cross-contamination, Mr. Michel. You do know what that is, right?"
You're not even sure how anti-histamines would react to whatever compound you put together. No, best to start fresh.
"Ah. Right." Michel smiles softly, in a way that makes you seriously doubt he'd just forgotten. "Perhaps we should study the structuring. These are going to be injected into us, after all."
"Yeah, we should." You sigh, admittedly more than a little disappointed in your erstwhile... mentor? Does he count as your mentor now? Your partner? Not partner in crime, as of the moment that's literally Althorn, but work partner? You'll go with colleague. Either way, your colleague should know better. "Come on, let's go to my room! I think it's somewhere in the drawers. Oh, and you can meet Wriggles properly! It got all beat-up when it grabbed onto Annie's wings, but it's healing really quickly! It didn't mutate out the healing factor, which is great."
"Your tentacle mutates independently of your experiments?"
"Yeah! I think it's the lack of genetic backups. Its genes mutate really often. A few weeks ago, it was bright purple. Now it's this really nice green!" You're happy to ramble about your tentacle for as long as it takes to get back to your room. Making sure your voice is loud enough that Althorn can hear it as you walk away, you lead Michel out of the crime scene.
What will you do when you get him to your room?
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[ ]Keep planning for the siren.
. . [ ]What are you going to plan for, specifically?
[ ]Ask him about Lucian.
[ ]Ask him about the Science Club.
. . [ ]What questions?
[ ]Write-in.
-[X] You need protection too. Can't have it go drowning the creator or something.
[X]Try and lead him away from the guard's office
.
"No, no, that's... fine. The siren is fine." You've got a lot of potential ideas for how it's going to be dangerous. But dangerous is great! You like dangerous. So long as it's not targeted at you, dangerous is great. "But hey, maybe we could... I don't know, think of some protections first? Like, you know, so it won't drown the creator or something."
"Well, if we're working with pheromones, we just have to make ourselves immune to them. There has to be some sort of active chemical in our brains that numbs or prevents a positive response to that particular compound. Simple." As if it's simple to just design something that blocks the production of dopamine in the brain. Michel hums to himself, thinking. "Perhaps it could work similarly to those epi-pens widely used by the general public?"
You get the feeling he meant to say "used by the commoners" or something. Though that's probably just you.
"So we'd have to be aware that the siren is using the spellsinging or whatever we call it." That seems a little inconvenient. But you could probably do something similar. Like designing something to sense the presence of the pheromone compound and having some sort of auto-injector? Though that seems way more technological than biological. In other words, not really your thing. You'll probably have to ask Althorn for help again.
You want to tell Michel this plan. But something inside you says "no". It's probably best he doesn't know your countermeasures.
Althorn! Right! You're supposed to be distracting Michel so he can hack the guards' files! To be honest, you almost forgot.
"Oh, I think I have one of those!" You don't. You don't have an epi-pen. But you can lie! "You think we should check out the mechanism for it or something? I don't really know how they're structured, so we're going to have to figure out how to make the container for our compound first."
"Why can't we just clear out an existing epi-pen?"
You shoot Michel a glare. "It's called cross-contamination, Mr. Michel. You do know what that is, right?"
You're not even sure how anti-histamines would react to whatever compound you put together. No, best to start fresh.
"Ah. Right." Michel smiles softly, in a way that makes you seriously doubt he'd just forgotten. "Perhaps we should study the structuring. These are going to be injected into us, after all."
"Yeah, we should." You sigh, admittedly more than a little disappointed in your erstwhile... mentor? Does he count as your mentor now? Your partner? Not partner in crime, as of the moment that's literally Althorn, but work partner? You'll go with colleague. Either way, your colleague should know better. "Come on, let's go to my room! I think it's somewhere in the drawers. Oh, and you can meet Wriggles properly! It got all beat-up when it grabbed onto Annie's wings, but it's healing really quickly! It didn't mutate out the healing factor, which is great."
"Your tentacle mutates independently of your experiments?"
"Yeah! I think it's the lack of genetic backups. Its genes mutate really often. A few weeks ago, it was bright purple. Now it's this really nice green!" You're happy to ramble about your tentacle for as long as it takes to get back to your room. Making sure your voice is loud enough that Althorn can hear it as you walk away, you lead Michel out of the crime scene.
What will you do when you get him to your room?
.
[ ]Keep planning for the siren.
. . [ ]What are you going to plan for, specifically?
[ ]Ask him about Lucian.
[ ]Ask him about the Science Club.
. . [ ]What questions?
[ ]Write-in.