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Melting Clock: Quarantine

After Sam Henderson's announcement, the Contagion Containment and Treatment lab was going to get busy. Anyone suspected of being affected by the mysterious affliction would be brought here, and put into one of the large bubbles that would keep any potential contagious diseases in - and the patients themselves. Once in inside, they wouldn't be able to get out again until the Medical staff had cleared them.

And before they could do that, they needed to find out what was causing this - and why.

They had a lot of hard work ahead of them.

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"Screw you," Mean Rachel spat angrily immediately to the so-called medic's comments. "I'm not some kind of freaking animal you can keep in here!" And with that, another pound on the side of the bubble, to punctuate her point.

"When I get out of here, I'll break your neck," she seethed, glaring hard at him through the wall of the bubble.

Howard flinches as her gaze landed on him. Bubble wall or not, this girl is terrifying. Besides, her file says she can turn into a bear.

But the bubble wall, plus Stacy's tentacles, tend to embolden him, so he straightens up. "Yeah? That's not what your file says. So I think you got two options: stay in here fantasizing about snapping my neck and deage yourself into a fetus, or answer my questions so I can pretend to think about your little temporal crisis."

"You think you're funny?" Mean Rachel growled through the bubble wall at him. The little bastard had no right to mock her like that! She'd kill him, as soon as she got out of this stupid bubble!

"Why the hell should I care if you care or not?" she asked, frankly. She could handle herself! She didn't need his help. "I don't want to answer your stupid questions!"

"Nope. But I think you're crazy." He raps his knuckles against her bubble. "You should care because right now, you're on the fast track back to being a newborn and we're assuming you're just going to pop out of existence after that. So you'd prefer we figure this out and I can do that better if you work with me."

He pulls up one of the hospital beds and sits on it to prove a point. His feet don't touch the ground so he swings his legs. His blood-stained shoelaces drag on the floor.

"I'm going to ask you questions until you answer them, and then you can thrash around and bang on the walls until you break your hands for all I care. But I'm not going away until you either shut up or cooperate."

Mean Rachel seethed within her bubble, continuing to bang on it. "You don't scare me," she growled at him, glaring hard. If she could get out of here, she'd tear him to shreds! No one tried to intimidate her!

As it was, she was stuck, and barely had enough room to morph.

But he really wasn't going to go away, either. Where the hell did he get off treating her like this?! "I'll answer your damn questions then," she said, "but don't think that means I won't gut you when I get out of here."

"Uh huh. Please, go for it, then I'll sit there with my guts intact while Stacy saws your arms off. I'll even go find some popcorn." He wouldn't really - torture makes him uncomfortable, and as spiteful as he is he'd rather not have more fuel for his fear of Stacy. Still, he's going to be staying in Stacy's marked zones for the foreseeable future, or at least until this crazy blonde is deaged to a less dangerous toddler.

"Anyway. Did you go shopping on XaXing?"

Rachel was practically growling at him through the not-thin-enough barrier between them. She was going to get him, tear him apart, teach him a lesson! But she couldn't. She couldn't and she was kind of pissed about it.

"Yes," she snapped, but at least she was answering the question. "What of it?"

Howard pretends to write something down. Secretly he's just doodling Rachel as a fluffy teddy bear in a straitjacket. "We're trying to figure out if you were exposed to anything that made you deage. Where did you shop? You kill any gypsies or anything?"

"No, I just stood around on the planet the whole time," Mean Rachel snapped. Evidently she still had a bit of sarcasm left in her. "Of course I shopped!" then, she leant close to the wall of the bubble, glaring hard at him. "And what would you do if I did kill someone? Maybe it'll be you next!"

"Yeah, yeah, I picked up on the threat the first five times you made it," he says with a bit of a sneer. "I asked you where you shopped, in case there's something wrong with your hearing as well as your age."

"Fuck you," Rachel growled at him. Like she should care what his opinion was. "I shopped at a lot of places, okay? Because unlike most ofthe crew, I have a fashion sense." She glared hard at him, imaging what it'd be like to bash his head in.

"So tell me, fashionista, is not brushing your hair the new trend? And is growling the new Blue Steel? But before you answer me that, could you please just give me specifics where you bought things? 'Places' is a little bit far into the vague category, you know?" He's nearly given up on getting information from her, but he should keep up the pretense regardless.

"Oh, aren't you hilarious?" Rachel seethed through the bubble. "Do you think your head on a stick would be fashionable?!" She really, really hated this bubble wall separating them. She'd get this guy, one way or another. She was determined to.

"I went to most of the damn clothing stores, and shopped around, okay?" she spat. "I only went to a few stores besides."

"Oh, yay, look at you being so useful. Keep this up and the doctor will give you a lollipop. Which other stores besides?"

Oh, Howard could take his lollipop and shove it up his-- "A few stores that sold spices or whatever. Some trinkets, too. Clocks and other stupid crap like that."

"Clocks?" Howard quickly skims through his notes. "Can you describe this clock?"

He resists the urge to add can your brain focus on something besides killing long enough to do so?

"There was more than one," Rachel said, with a roll of her eyes like he was some kind of idiot, asking all these stupid questions. "Most of them were pretty normal. Grandfather clocks and stupid crap like that. But there was one that looked broken or something. Melted, I guess."

That's unusual. "Do you remember what shop you saw it at?"

"A clock shop?" Rachel said, rolling her eyes all over again. How stupid was this guy? And he had a problem with her? "Some stupid shop in the middle of a sidewalk market."

"Oh, sorry, do Walgreens and Target not sell clocks where you're from? Because where I'm from you can get clocks lots of places." He sighs heavily. "You do know the more specific you are, the faster I leave you alone and toss you some raw meat to chew on."

"I answered your damn question, jackass," she seethed at him. "Are you too stupid to get that it was just some crappy store that sold a lot of clocks?"

"And I'm asking you to be more specific than 'some crappy store'. Or is stringing anything more complicated than a threat together too hard on your brain?"

"And I've told you what I know, dumbass," Rachel growled through gritted teeth that were growing a bit sharper. Maybe she could break her way out. "It was a clock shop on a sidewalk. I didn't give a crap what the goddamn name was."

"Okay. Fine. I guess retaining information isn't your strong suit." Howard makes a note on his pad. "Did you eat anything on the planet?"

"Go to hell," Rachel growled, voice grating. She was going to have to morph! Break out of this thing and kill him! "No, I didn't, asshole. I bought food but haven't had it yet."

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