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Anyone entering Contagion at pretty much any time of the day that Topher isn't eating or fitfully sleeping will see him hovering around an odd sort of chair, inputting settings on the touchpad at the head of the chair simply to run diagnostics. He'd been doing everything he could to make sure it wasn't completely ruined, except for running actual imprints.

Now, Topher's moving on to a bigger test. He's got Victor in the chair, and the two of them are more at ease there than they have been since waking up. This is normal, and Topher never thought he'd be saying this but Victor's stupid smile when he'd asked him if he wanted a treatment actually made him happy.

"Okay, here we go. It's like, fourth down and-- other sports metaphors that make sense. Let's hit a homer!" The chair hums with power as Topher queues up an imprint and the little corner he found his tech in glows a bit blue.

[ooc: light godmoding permissions on Victor from Kristi, but let us know if you'd like to interact with any imprints ^^]

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"What's a--"

And then the imprint hits and Victor forgets his question. When he speaks it's with a Russian accent.

"What did you do to me? I told you I did not want to go to Sweet Home Georgia."

He's not angry. Mostly confused. Lubov wasn't a terribly aggressive mobster.

Topher nods calmly, his omnicomm open in front of him to record notes based on Lubov's answers. "You aren't, we've just made some uh, changes. This is just a routine check up. Stay seated for a bit, so we can make sure you're in shape before we get you back."

"You will send me back to LA in ship-top shape as they say," Lubov/Victor responds, shifting and settling a little bit more in the chair.

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"Yeah, right back to LA, totally. How are you feeling? Any headaches, blurred vision...?" He smiles his fake subservient smile. Despite how much he hated that crap, getting back into the swing was comforting.

"I am feeling good," he answers with a beaming smile. "I do not know why the Boss want me to come in for check up. I tell him I am feeling good. Maybe a little sad but it is LA. So many pretty girls one can not be sad for long. That is what I say. You know?"

"Sad," Topher echoes. His brow furrows as he inputs the response to his new little diary and he looks back up to Lubov. "Why exactly do you think you're sad?"

Lubov had been crafted to be shady, a little dim and eager on the whole. Topher hadn't included any kind of notable tendency toward depression, and this could just be a natural progression to balance out his oddly peppy nature. Better to make certain.

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"I am--how do you say when I am not feeling well because of missing my home?" Lubov asks with a curious look to Topher. He folds his hands over his stomach. "There is a girl," he begins to tell Topher. "But she is at home and she is prettier than all the LA girls. I miss her and the cooking."

"You're homesick." Topher's surprised and intrigued at Lubov's claim. He inputs a few more notes and notices the pattern almost immediately. Home, a girl that Topher didn't input and food?

He takes a step closer, because what he asks might stress Lubov a little bit, but he needs to ask these questions. He needs to figure out just how deep it's going. "Can you describe it for me? The girl, the cooking - things about your home that you miss. Maybe you'll feel better."

"Yes that is how you say," Lubov answers. He ponders Topher's questions, thinking them over a moment. He does get more upset, wringing his hands a bit and clearing his throat but he does as Topher asks.

"Maybe you are right," he takes a deep breath. "She is very beautiful this girl. She is tall and she has the hair like...I do not remember. It is like gold?" He looks to Topher for confirmation that he's got the right word then moves on. "She has brown eyes and when she smiles it is like--I do not know how to use your words. She is an artist. Beautiful paintings and drawings maybe. I do not know. I am not art critic."

And with a little sigh he moves onto the food. "It is these sweet cakes for breakfast that I miss. The girl, I used to give her my strawberries." He contemplates a bit more before going on more hesitantly. He is unsure beyond food and the girl what he misses. "Safety. Home was safe."

Now he's just an emo Lubov.

Scribbling down notes as Lubov spoke, Topher was a cement mixer of emotions. Elated for one, that Victor's permeating desires were coming through so strongly and with more visual detail than he'd previously found. Then again, there lingered that fear that not only Victor would keep coming through. If someone like Terry were to manifest randomly, things could go very badly.

"Thank you, Lubov." Topher said before moving back to the head of the chair to queue up a wipe. "If you'll just relax a moment, you won't feel a thing." The hum of the chair drowned everything out for a brief moment, a welcome reprieve for not only the active, but for Topher as well.

He'd assumed that the events leading up to their presence on the ship might have majorly messed with the actives' brains, maybe even enough to kick Victor's already evolving mind into overdrive. That test had come out successful, but who knew what the next would bring? Or that Victor would always wake up as Victor?

Victor opened his eyes then looked to Topher. His face was blank of expression, perfectly content.

"Did I fall asleep?"

The normality was good for both him and Topher.

Topher audibly sighed with relief at his four favorite words and gave Victor a big genuine smile. "For a little while."

Victor nods, returning Topher's smile. He's not sure what he did right but it's obvious to him that he did something right. "Shall I go now or do I need another treatment?"

It's an unusual addition to the script and an indication that even if Victor doesn't know the specifics of what Topher is doing, he's aware that there's a purpose to the treatments today.

This blossoming self awareness seems to have been kicked into overdrive, which makes the wheels in Topher's head turn. It's Grand Central Terminal up in his noggin now. "Do...you think you need one?"

He asks kind of quietly, and without trying to act like he's pressuring Victor. The last thing he needs is for over-stimulation to ruin their progress. If that's what this was. Really, what Topher should be doing is worrying that Victor's going to pull an Alpha type of a composite, rather than an Echo. Instead, he's banking on knowledge of Caroline's recruitment. Maybe there were others they tracked down for their genetics, too. Before they found the perfect lab rat in her.

Victor actually considers it, turning the idea of getting a choice about this in his head. He doesn't quite have the cognitive skills to deal with it but he's working on it. He rubs one hand across his head. He doesn't realize it but it's a habit he picked up in the military as Tony when his hair was always so short.

"My hair is getting very long." It's not but compared to a military cut it is. "Why do you ask?"

It's a change and he's not sure what the reason for the change is but he's perfectly content and calm at the moment. It's certainly not a question born of panic.

[ooc: Would it be ok for Muraki to interact with one of the imprints? He's met Victor before, so it might be interesting. If not, no worries! Let me know and I'll delete. ^^]

Now that he's seen the Medical Bay, Muraki decides to do some further exploration of the ship. He comes to Contagion purely by chance to find something interesting already taking place. Isn't that Victor in the chair..? He has no idea who the other man is, however, or what he's doing.

He remains out of the way for now, ~~snooping~~ not wanting to disrupt the process.

[ooc: Yep! I'll let Kristi know so she can tag Victor in and track :3]

Topher can be heard talking to himself when he isn't interviewing an imprint. Victor sits comfortably in the chair - sometimes he tries to talk back to Topher and sometimes he's content just to be in a piece of what he calls home, it seems. That gives Topher a piece of comfort as well, to know that his active might not be so freaked out anymore.

The chair thrums and glows again after Topher input a few different settings and he comes back around to Victor's front to start to take notes. So concentrated on his work, he doesn't notice his audience.

Victor opens his eyes and beams an entirely too bright smile at Topher. The tilt of his head, the way he sits up a bit and flips hair that isn't long enough to be flipped is entirely and completely feminine. "He asked for me again, didn't he? Professor always says 'Darling Girl, this has to end' but he loves me too much. I know he's old and whatever but he's so smart. Plus, he thinks it's really hot when I quote Chauncey back to him."

Edited 2010-02-10 22:00 (UTC)

He's learned as much as he believes he will and it's certainly nothing short of fascinating. Forcing a person to act against their will is almost rudimentary in comparison, and he can't help but appreciate the smooth versatility of this process. But there are somethings, he thinks, he really didn't need to see.

Hands buried in the pockets of his coat once again, he steps out of the shadows and stops a few feet short of the chair, addressing... Victor as if the other man in the room doesn't exist. He even smiles. "It looks like you've found yourself after all... Darling girl, is it?"

He starts to respond to Kiki, to ask the routine set of questions before he's interrupted, which makes him cranky from the get-go.

Normally, Topher would see no reason to have a hissy fit over an imprinted active interacting with strangers. In fact, were this a normal situation, he'd be inclined to just let it continue uninterrupted. However, given the fact that he's running tests that could have fairly bad outcomes int he form of maiming, blood and death, he feels that he should probably intercede a little. If a nervous laugh could be patronizing, Topher's would be.

"Yeah, hello? This isn't a theater, pal." He says, moving into his path toward Kiki. "No show, but thanks. You can move along now."

Victor giggles at the new comer, ducking his head and running his hand along his chest where he would have cleavage if he had you know cleavage.

"Only the professor calls me that." He all but bats his eyelashes. "You can call me Kiki."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted your work." Muraki's eyes narrow just slightly, but his tone remains polite to the point of detachment.

"You see, we met on the first day here." He nods at Victor, his expression far more friendly as he adds, "Though it may not have been as memorable for you, Ms. Kiki."

He doesn't move except to fold his arms across his chest. "Would you care to explain what you're doing? I believe I'm misunderstanding, but I wouldn't want anyone to be... influenced against their will."

Topher moved back to the head of the chair, queuing up another wipe while he asked Kiki a few questions before addressing his intruder. "Any headaches, Kiki? No nausea or...home sicks type feelings?"

He replied to Muraki finally, as though he wasn't really interested in having the conversation, completely unconcerned with the moral implications. "Just running some diagnostics," he replied to the first part and then looked up at the mention of will, like the other man's an idiot. "Yeah, that's why Victor's in the chair."

At Topher's question, Kiki turns her attention to him. She thinks about it a moment, 'twirling' her hair around one finger. "Okay...well now that you mention it..." She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, glances over at Muraki then back to Topher. Her voice drops a little in volume so it's not quite a whisper. "There's this...person at school. Not the Professor. I haven't told anyone because...she's a hot chick. I mean who knew I was bi?"

"Of course." He pinches the bridge of his nose as if he's trying to ward off an oncoming headache. "That explains everything."

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