badfic_manor | Dosage 1 John Preston [Video]

If you prefer we can speak about this in person

[...And he's not sure this is the best idea, but.]

Alright. Where's your room? I can meet you in the hallway.

I am in room 56. I'll gladly meet you in the hall

[He'll be showing up in the hall - it wouldn't take him much time to straighten his suit and be prepared, hands in the jacket-pockets calmly as he arrives.]

_{[John is standing outside of his room, arms crossed. He is dressed curtly and does not look impressed with what he sees.]}

So...Saguru Hakuba is your name? How do you feel about that?

[Oh this one will be a problem for a while.]

Like I was set up for my name to be mispronounced in half the places I've worked.

Before we deal with where you are, given that, as I've mentioned, I have no clue what your world and time are like, would you mind filling me in on just what I'm being accused of?

_{[John draws his pistol and puts it in his face]}

You are guilty of Sense Offense. The crime of feeling. Of returning to man's baser state. Of causing dissent, chaos and war among the people

[...Oh the irony - catch him just as he's trying to help establish ORDER. He's not flinching at the gun; he's a little used to having weapons aimed at him, and he's not doing more than arching an eyebrow at that.]

Before you get too far in your authority, you may want to verify where you are and how solid your jurisdiction here is.

My jurisdiction is where I make it. Anyone and everyone who does not comply with the laws is to be executed on sight, or brought before the Father to be incinerated like the trash they paint and read and listen to.

[Calm, flat expression.]

... May I request the second option?

You would choose to be incinerated?

_{[John's eyes flicker back and forth, thinking]}

Why?

Because I want to know what I'm dealing with and why, and that won't happen if I'm shot in the hallway. There's also at least one thing you will likely need to see for yourself. [~~And maybe just a little buying time.~~]

[Ooc - permission for him to hit "start" basically on a private-voice transmission on the Blackberry in his pocket, basically letting someone else hear this/maybe the tag before it and until he hits stop or it times out?]

What do I need to see. I am certain this is a rebel trick and that you're trying to turn me against Father.

[ooc: sure totally fine by meh]

Where you are. The affairs of your world are not mine; it's not my place to debate your loyalties - but I'm going to guess you'd rather make an informed tactical decision. After all, discretion is the better part of valor.

[OOC: Alright! My lunch is almost over, I'll throw up the official "Hey, Hey Tris" when I'm ... Er... Not on an iPhone.]

_{[John stops to think for a minute. The man is obviously logical and though he is feeling, he is not trying to continue the conflict, or exacerbate it in anyway.]}

...

[As long as Preston's thinking, he has something to work with.]

The hallway we're in is part of a larger building with grounds - everyone that's been abducted here is basically sharing the same living quarters. None of us are here by choice, and honestly, if you have any flashes of insight how to leave, it would be for the benefit of all; there's quite a number of people here currently out of sight who have homes and responsibilities to return to. [He inclines his head slightly to indicate the doors all lining the hallway, and the nameplates.]

_{[John follows his gaze. He felt...no he thought that this man was reasonable. He shook his head to clear it but the nagging feeling returned.]}

Where can I get more of this?

_{[John reaches into his pocket and retrieves a small vial full of amber liquid.]}

[Oh, frame of reference problems. He has a pretty good between the lines on this one, but he's a little wary of anything that reaches into "assumption".]

[At least the question is less paranoid and accusatory, which bodes well for Not Being At Gunpoint in the near future.]

That'll depend heavily on what 'this' is. If I'm guessing correctly, it may not be something that's been invented yet in the time period most of us are from, and it may depend on how... "considerate" our abductor has been - there's a cabinet in the lab that stores a good handful of commonly useful things that we've been monitoring and regulating. There might be someone here capable of synthesizing it, but it might take time depending on how hard that is... I don't remember hearing "biochemist" yet as a profession. It may turn up if we get transferred somewhere else temporarily, but I wouldn't count on that, most of those places have been very much the wrong time period.

How dangerous could any withdrawal be?

As dangerous as letting an angry man behind a gun. This is Prozium, and it suppresses emotion. This is my last dosage, which I am scheduled to take in as little as 3 hours.

[Tris isn't in easy view, even if she is within 'easy running distance' for her. However, there is a pretty decent draft running through the hall.]

[He knows exactly what that wind means - but isn't going to react to it.]

[He does frown a little at that, seeing the problem - particularly if he's never been off it before, this is going to be ... rough.]

I'm not sure the few scientists we have could synthesize it on this notice - the best I know of is from a century earlier than I am. We may have to mind damage control; our captor is hardly considerate on such matters.

[And he's eying the pistol.] I do have a request. If you're not going to shoot me, could you lower your weapon? You seem far more competent with firearms than I am - I'm sure you could have it out fast enough if a threat occured, and I'd rather not risk a needless fight due to someone happening across this, assuming the worst, and interfering.

_{[John obliges and lowers his gun, reholstering it.]}

I am a master of gun kata. Even without my pistols, the movements are a form of combat on their own.

_{[John notices the subtle wind that wasn't there prior.]}

Did someone open a windown?

[Tris walks up, probably looking like something John wouldn't expect to see. Medieval dress, hair all up in braids and sparking just a little for effect, and her fingers wrapped around the ribbon keeping her medallion on, not that it's visible. She hopes he asks, though, because technically she's bound to not show it off...]

No. That would be me. I'm a weather-witch.

[She's totally not trolling him, what.]

And what might I ask is that?

_{[Something makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He notices her fingers are curled around something, tightly. He realizes it might be a weapon.]}

What's in your hand witch?

...A weather-witch? I have power fundamentally tied to the weather- lightning, the movement of the earth, winds, rain... And this is the medallion that proves I am certified to practice as an adult mage, and won't, as my brother puts it, "pee on the bushes". It means I've taken certain oaths to do things like not destroy buildings just because I'm vexed with someone. If I had less control over myself and my magic, that wouldn't be difficult. [It all feels like bragging and it's pretty clear she doesn't LIKE explaining it, but she's pulling her medallion out and letting it sit there.] I didn't ask for this power; I was born with it.

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