KirayaTiDrekan
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Feral keeps quiet and listens for now. If things got weird...again, he'd be ready this time.
CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE
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CanadienneBacon
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Bukowski shook his head. He followed Otter into the kitchen, his large black case in hand. "Specimen collection implements. Where's the 'pus?" He looked around as if he expected to see the thing in here.
Otter rummaged in an upper cabinet. She found 36 pyrex custard cups stacked in six neat rows. She also found a set of three glazed pottery bowls--grey with a blue band around the rim, and blue "H" stamped on the bottom.
Otter rummaged in an upper cabinet. She found 36 pyrex custard cups stacked in six neat rows. She also found a set of three glazed pottery bowls--grey with a blue band around the rim, and blue "H" stamped on the bottom.
She takes a custard cup and a pottery bowl and turns to look at Bukowski appraisingly. Well, she'd had her crack at it. Kinda sucked, but at least she'd gotten a chance to see it.
"Downstairs," Otter replied. "Here." She handed the bowl and cup at him. "You'll need these. There's things that look like venom sacs attached to two of the three biggest tentacles. They're not venom sacs. Have one of these under them before you punch a hole in. Uh...except for the messed up mouthy thing, and the three big tentacles, it's..."
She paused, then shrugs. "You know what? You go do your thing. I don't want to spoil the surprise twist ending."
"Downstairs," Otter replied. "Here." She handed the bowl and cup at him. "You'll need these. There's things that look like venom sacs attached to two of the three biggest tentacles. They're not venom sacs. Have one of these under them before you punch a hole in. Uh...except for the messed up mouthy thing, and the three big tentacles, it's..."
She paused, then shrugs. "You know what? You go do your thing. I don't want to spoil the surprise twist ending."
CanadienneBacon
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Keihn stayed in the kitchen. Bukowski took his specimen collection case downstairs and began work.
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Forged Fury
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Cyril had mostly remained quiet, a little on edge expecting some kind of treachery from either of the men. On top of that, his ear ached a bit from the poor fit of the bluetooth headset. When Otter instructed Bukowski where the alien was, Cyril headed downstairs with the man. Terrifying images from John Carpenter's remake of The Thing gallivanted around his brain.
gribble
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As usual, T-dawg is up early despite the interrupted sleep. He does his morning exercises, then heads to the kitchen to cook up some breakfast for the gang before dawn prayers.
As he enters the kitchen and sees Klein sitting at the table, he looks momentarily confused, but then shrugs and starts making breakfast without more than a polite nod in Klein's direction. An unknown suit sitting in the kitchen was far from the weirdest thing he'd seen lately, and far be it for him to question. He starts to cook and asks the suit "You hungry? I can cook you up somethin' if you like".
As he enters the kitchen and sees Klein sitting at the table, he looks momentarily confused, but then shrugs and starts making breakfast without more than a polite nod in Klein's direction. An unknown suit sitting in the kitchen was far from the weirdest thing he'd seen lately, and far be it for him to question. He starts to cook and asks the suit "You hungry? I can cook you up somethin' if you like".
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CanadienneBacon
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Keihn initially declined T-dawg's offer of food, but when the smell of something delicious wafted to the dining table from stovetop, the agent sniffed appreciatively. He said he'd like something, after all, then got up and made coffee. He seemed to know his way around the kitchen fairly well.
Down in the basement, Professor Bukowski unwrapped the thrall and stood, amazed, for a long several seconds. He whispered a soft "oh, wow," pleased surprise etched in his tone. All too soon he had the creature laid out on the table, its tentacles spread in a fan. He cringed at Otter's knife work and muttered something inaudible, but otherwise seemed unfazed. Out of the large black plastic case--which turned out to be lined with dense black foam into which were pressed myriad dissection tools, implements, and an entire line of differently sized collection dishes ranging from petri to pint--came four hemostats, a tissue punch, a razor blade, an elevator, and a narrow scalpel. He laid out the tools in a line on surgical gauze, then paused, thinking. He eyes roamed to the pyrex custard dish and pottery crock, then he scoffed. A pair of small dull metal containers came out, different in color and texture than the knife Otter'd used. These he placed nearer the tentacles, then got to work. In sixty seconds flat, Bukowski had the two remaining tentacular sacs out of the thrall and into the pair of small metal containers. He stood up and stretched. "OK, thanks. All done." He winked at Otter, grinned a Cyril, then started neatening up. He'd only used the scalpel and two of the hemostats, and all three implements went inside a slim metallic bag that he sealed and placed in his case.
Death Otter watched him more than his work. Very quickly she decided she was watching a man who knew exactly what he was doing...which was actually very weird given that he was dissecting an alien.
"It was about twice this size when it was alive," she said...testing the waters a bit. "I thought at first it was losing water mass." She strolls closer, trying to get a better peek into the case. "I mean, for it to be picking people up and sticking to walls and reaching across rooms, it'd need a TON of hydrostatic pressure to keep it's shape without a skeleton. Funny thing though, after it died, it didn't leave a big puddle leaking out. It just shrank. Any ideas about that?"
[sblock=On Minnesota Winters]Our winters can get colder than -12, but generally only in the hind end of January, when winter's in the deepest part. Minneapolis is in the south end of the state, and it's MUCH worse farther north. Last year (and maybe this year, El Nino willing) was pretty mild, with long stretches over freezing into early January. Even in bad winters though, the really cold stretches only go a week or two, generally. I hate to think what folks out in the boonies go through.
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"It was about twice this size when it was alive," she said...testing the waters a bit. "I thought at first it was losing water mass." She strolls closer, trying to get a better peek into the case. "I mean, for it to be picking people up and sticking to walls and reaching across rooms, it'd need a TON of hydrostatic pressure to keep it's shape without a skeleton. Funny thing though, after it died, it didn't leave a big puddle leaking out. It just shrank. Any ideas about that?"
[sblock=On Minnesota Winters]Our winters can get colder than -12, but generally only in the hind end of January, when winter's in the deepest part. Minneapolis is in the south end of the state, and it's MUCH worse farther north. Last year (and maybe this year, El Nino willing) was pretty mild, with long stretches over freezing into early January. Even in bad winters though, the really cold stretches only go a week or two, generally. I hate to think what folks out in the boonies go through.
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CanadienneBacon
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Bukowski eyed Otter. He snapped shut his case before she could get a better look inside it. "They can get to four or five times their size. It's nothing in the morphology. I haven't isolated the cause just yet. Though I have ideas." Here, he eyed Cyril.
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