Melting Clock: Quarantine

[cityship]

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.

[[ooc: Just start your own sub threads under the main threads, guys! And if you're happy to have anyone tag in, put "Open" in the subject line. If you've already got plans for who you're threading with, put "Closed" instead.]]

Comments

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

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

[pretty_lethal]

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."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"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?

[pretty_lethal]

"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."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

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

[pretty_lethal]

"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."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"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."

[pretty_lethal]

"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?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"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?"

[pretty_lethal]

"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."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"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?"

[pretty_lethal]

"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."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Been there. Lousy tourist spot," he says with a shrug, before faking a wide grin. "Is that...useful information I hear?"

[pretty_lethal]

"Screw you," Mean Rachel hissed out at him, bulking up a little bit. She was set on trying this, now.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Don't make me tranquilize you. We can do that from out here," he bluffs.

[psychicbear]

"Just try," She growled at him, through now pointed teeth.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Cool," he says with a shrug, then puts on the stasis button. Rachel is now frozen in place until someone a little more qualified to deal with violent crazies wants to conduct an interview.