“The parasite. I spoke with the Boss and, apparently, all with the same infection died. But he told me, in his own words, I was lucky. Why didn’t it?”
“Ah… so it would have been lethal, then? That’s very interesting. Maybe there’s something to your physiology that kept it at bay? A blood type or maybe even an ancient family curse? I’m kind of just spit-balling here… does it bother you, Dr Flug?”
yeah.. i mean, pureston cut his hand on the glass and my throat got fucked up from the smoke, but we were alright
Hey – Language. But wow… that sounds very frightening. I’m… I’m glad you’re here to tell about it. You okay coming back in the Mess?
yeah, i mean, this is probably going to bring the nightmares back but when’s the last time i gave shyt about that *he walked into the kitchen*
*Carlos blinks after Max but slowly follows him* Uh… okay, if you’re sure…? *Carlos was not reassured at all. But Max needed some water* Um, where are the cups?
i dunno, but i know there’s juice boxes in the back room and those have straws, could *hic* those work instead of water?
I suppose so… but they’re not very big. *he starts to open cupboards to look for a glass of water* Besides, aren’t those for lunch activities or something?
i dunno.. *he shrugs slightly, checking the lower cupboards* i don’t think we’ve had a camp act-*hic*-ivity the entire time i’ve been here… this camp is a giant mess
Do you… not have a schedule or something? Are there no counselors in this particular spot in the multi-verse? Angie must go to a different plane of the camp, I guess… hm… *scientist thinking noises as he pulls a cup from a cupboard*
the only counselor i know is David, but i don’t think he really knows what he’s doing, wait is Jason a counselor? if he is then i know two counselors but not a schedule..
Angela didn’t tell me about a ‘Jason’. Huh… Well, here *offers him cup*. Let’s look for a straw now.
*he looked down at the cup for a second before nodding* he’s a cultist who worships Zeemoog! he’s cool
*freezes as he has a drawer pulled out. He looks at Max* A what? Max, ‘cultist’ implies that he’s dangerous… don’t you mean a devout, or disciple?
maybe.. but i’m pretty sure he’s a cultist cause he make sacrifices to Zeemoog! he also wears alot of white… he once gave me a popsicle but i found who they human blood in them, it was weird
… Max… I’m going to tell you now that you shouldn’t interact with him anymore. I would have made a joke about his name being ‘Jason’ already having been an indication of that, but… this is no joke.
what? why? why do you always keep me from hanging out with the cool people of camp..
He makes sacrifices to a god, Max. I’m assuming that you’re talking about, like, blood sacrifices, right?
.. i dunno.. y-yeah.. *he glanced away, clearly upset*
Max, people just don’t sacrifice animals anymore – at least not in the western world. If someone abuses an animal and calls it worship in this society… I have serious concerns about their mental stability and health. Do you understand?
*he hesitates before nodding, frowning as he looked down into the cup* but Zeemoog needs it..
*Carlos looks into the drawer and finds some straws wrapped in paper sleeves. He grabs one and shuts the drawer* Here you go, Max. Can you reach the sink?
i usually have to stand on a chair to reach it.. *he takes and opens the straw, dropping it in the cup and throwing out the wrapper*
Okay. Do you need help, or should I get a stool then?
a stood could work, thanks *he smiles slightly*
Alright. *he looks around a bit more and finds one in the pantry. he puts it next to the sink for Max*
*he says another quiet ‘thanks’ as he climbed up the stool, filling the cup about half way and drinking through the straw*
*Carlos just stood by and watched him, waiting to see if the water and straw helped.*
yeah.. i mean, pureston cut his hand on the glass and my throat got fucked up from the smoke, but we were alright
Hey – Language. But wow… that sounds very frightening. I’m… I’m glad you’re here to tell about it. You okay coming back in the Mess?
yeah, i mean, this is probably going to bring the nightmares back but when’s the last time i gave shyt about that *he walked into the kitchen*
*Carlos blinks after Max but slowly follows him* Uh… okay, if you’re sure…? *Carlos was not reassured at all. But Max needed some water* Um, where are the cups?
i dunno, but i know there’s juice boxes in the back room and those have straws, could *hic* those work instead of water?
I suppose so… but they’re not very big. *he starts to open cupboards to look for a glass of water* Besides, aren’t those for lunch activities or something?
i dunno.. *he shrugs slightly, checking the lower cupboards* i don’t think we’ve had a camp act-*hic*-ivity the entire time i’ve been here… this camp is a giant mess
Do you… not have a schedule or something? Are there no counselors in this particular spot in the multi-verse? Angie must go to a different plane of the camp, I guess… hm… *scientist thinking noises as he pulls a cup from a cupboard*
the only counselor i know is David, but i don’t think he really knows what he’s doing, wait is Jason a counselor? if he is then i know two counselors but not a schedule..
Angela didn’t tell me about a ‘Jason’. Huh… Well, here *offers him cup*. Let’s look for a straw now.
*he looked down at the cup for a second before nodding* he’s a cultist who worships Zeemoog! he’s cool
*freezes as he has a drawer pulled out. He looks at Max* A what? Max, ‘cultist’ implies that he’s dangerous… don’t you mean a devout, or disciple?
maybe.. but i’m pretty sure he’s a cultist cause he make sacrifices to Zeemoog! he also wears alot of white… he once gave me a popsicle but i found who they human blood in them, it was weird
… Max… I’m going to tell you now that you shouldn’t interact with him anymore. I would have made a joke about his name being ‘Jason’ already having been an indication of that, but… this is no joke.
what? why? why do you always keep me from hanging out with the cool people of camp..
He makes sacrifices to a god, Max. I’m assuming that you’re talking about, like, blood sacrifices, right?
.. i dunno.. y-yeah.. *he glanced away, clearly upset*
Max, people just don’t sacrifice animals anymore – at least not in the western world. If someone abuses an animal and calls it worship in this society… I have serious concerns about their mental stability and health. Do you understand?
*he hesitates before nodding, frowning as he looked down into the cup* but Zeemoog needs it..
*Carlos looks into the drawer and finds some straws wrapped in paper sleeves. He grabs one and shuts the drawer* Here you go, Max. Can you reach the sink?
i usually have to stand on a chair to reach it.. *he takes and opens the straw, dropping it in the cup and throwing out the wrapper*
Okay. Do you need help, or should I get a stool then?
a stood could work, thanks *he smiles slightly*
Alright. *he looks around a bit more and finds one in the pantry. he puts it next to the sink for Max*
Tony
shook his head before he looked over to the other. He tilted his head
at the question and smiled sweetly. “Would be all yours, it’s blank,
outsourced paper so our logo isn’t on it anywhere, even under UV, you
can take the plan with you, just want to see what you would plan if we
let you go wild. I’m always interested to see what my employees can come
up with when they are given the chance.”
Tony leaned back in his chair and smiled softly as Pepper sighed
heavily. “It’s simply an offer, something to help you feel more
comfortable, we have been told many of our interviewees like the feel of
being able to plan something out before they talk with us so we can see
what they can do before we ask them whatever we want to and it allows
us to see how they might work. This will be all your work, all your
tech, maybe something you can build here in the future should we find
you an ideal candidate.”
Tony was impressed the guy wanted to check, wanted to make sure his
work wouldn’t be stolen. “This guy has a good head on his shoulders too~
I’m impressed right now.” He chuckled softly and smirked a little as he
looked over the other.
The compliment took Carlos by surprise and before he cracked
a little smile without really thinking about it.
“I just know what happened between Edison and Tesla,” he
quipped; this was a more natural response from him.
But he then cleared his throat, a bit awkwardly. “So… Um,
yeah. I can absolutely do a quick mock for you both to look at. How… how long would
you allow me to work on it?” It would be nice to finally get the idea on paper
so that he had something to add to while he thought about it instead of keeping
mental tabs on it all. He never got the chance to sit down with the idea at
home because he was supposed to be applying for jobs and interviewing.
yeah.. i mean, pureston cut his hand on the glass and my throat got fucked up from the smoke, but we were alright
Hey – Language. But wow… that sounds very frightening. I’m… I’m glad you’re here to tell about it. You okay coming back in the Mess?
yeah, i mean, this is probably going to bring the nightmares back but when’s the last time i gave shyt about that *he walked into the kitchen*
*Carlos blinks after Max but slowly follows him* Uh… okay, if you’re sure…? *Carlos was not reassured at all. But Max needed some water* Um, where are the cups?
i dunno, but i know there’s juice boxes in the back room and those have straws, could *hic* those work instead of water?
I suppose so… but they’re not very big. *he starts to open cupboards to look for a glass of water* Besides, aren’t those for lunch activities or something?
i dunno.. *he shrugs slightly, checking the lower cupboards* i don’t think we’ve had a camp act-*hic*-ivity the entire time i’ve been here… this camp is a giant mess
Do you… not have a schedule or something? Are there no counselors in this particular spot in the multi-verse? Angie must go to a different plane of the camp, I guess… hm… *scientist thinking noises as he pulls a cup from a cupboard*
the only counselor i know is David, but i don’t think he really knows what he’s doing, wait is Jason a counselor? if he is then i know two counselors but not a schedule..
Angela didn’t tell me about a ‘Jason’. Huh… Well, here *offers him cup*. Let’s look for a straw now.
*he looked down at the cup for a second before nodding* he’s a cultist who worships Zeemoog! he’s cool
*freezes as he has a drawer pulled out. He looks at Max* A what? Max, ‘cultist’ implies that he’s dangerous… don’t you mean a devout, or disciple?
maybe.. but i’m pretty sure he’s a cultist cause he make sacrifices to Zeemoog! he also wears alot of white… he once gave me a popsicle but i found who they human blood in them, it was weird
… Max… I’m going to tell you now that you shouldn’t interact with him anymore. I would have made a joke about his name being ‘Jason’ already having been an indication of that, but… this is no joke.
what? why? why do you always keep me from hanging out with the cool people of camp..
He makes sacrifices to a god, Max. I’m assuming that you’re talking about, like, blood sacrifices, right?
.. i dunno.. y-yeah.. *he glanced away, clearly upset*
Max, people just don’t sacrifice animals anymore – at least not in the western world. If someone abuses an animal and calls it worship in this society… I have serious concerns about their mental stability and health. Do you understand?
*he hesitates before nodding, frowning as he looked down into the cup* but Zeemoog needs it..
*Carlos looks into the drawer and finds some straws wrapped in paper sleeves. He grabs one and shuts the drawer* Here you go, Max. Can you reach the sink?
i usually have to stand on a chair to reach it.. *he takes and opens the straw, dropping it in the cup and throwing out the wrapper*
Okay. Do you need help, or should I get a stool then?
“Oh
I think he did. Got upset you weren’t there. But he’s ok now. Sometimes
comes and searches the ship but yeah. There wonderful lovely
creatures.”
“They are,” Carlos agreed. He’d never seen anything like them. “Gosh… I hope his parents are somehow able to let him know that it’s okay. Or… I dunno, Yondu… You, um… your species seems to have some minor telepathic abilities. I… I dunno if this is presuming too much, but… are you able to just…let him know I’m okay? I’m just asking – I don’t know what I’m talking about, so I’m just asking…”
“Don’t worry his parents took care of him and… Hmm I guess they can understand me in a way… I whistle and they understand that way I guess. Don’t worry it’s ok. Maybe someday you’ll see him again. But always remember he’ll be you soul traveler…. he’s a baby so that means you will have a long life. You’ll both be old before he carries you to Valhalla…”
What…? Carlos had wondered about what aliens believed regarding the afterlife, but the subject had just… never come up. Did they think space whales were basically boats to the afterlife? That… well, he could see that making sense as a belief.
“You believe in Valhalla?” he asked. That was a term that Carlos had thought was exclusive to Earth… well, until it was revealed that one of Earth’s heroes was actually an alien – a Norse alien, if there was such a thing.
“We all are a bit different but it all comes down to Valhalla for those called warriors. I’m a ravager… we believe in a form of Valhalla. We’re like space warriors…. we have a code. We’re honor bound… we fight great battles at times… kinda like…. uhhhh As petey says… uhh Vikings or pirates I guess. And we belive were guided to Valhalla’s gates by those space critters out there.
“Huh,” Carlos said as he pondered. “That… sounds pretty nice, actually. Valhalla, um.. what is it to you? Is it a paradise?”
“In a way yes…. it’s the absolute… the final…. we stand in the halls of great warriors….. we drink, and eat with honor…. and we watch the world around us…… time is nothing…. but everything is perfect…. the food and drink unending…. and the companionship of our fellows eternal…….”
“Huh,” Carlos said softly. “On Earth, um… Valhalla is all that… but the legend says that there’s going to be a big fight between the realms and the warriors who died and resided in Valhalla would rise again to fight for the good of everyone. Or… something like that… I’m honestly not well versed in the Norse belief system…”
“Norse? That’s what all warriors of space belive too. Thatcwe are honored in breath and will rise to life when it was time to be summoned.”
“That’s… just what it’s called here on Earth,” Carlos explained. “There’s probably thousands of religions here on Earth – Norse is just one of them. Honestly, for a while I thought it was a dead religion. But that was before we had an actual Asgardian appear to help save the world.” He chuckled softly.
“Wait! One of the warrior gods actually came and saved terra! I …. wow… I hope someday to be honored with a drink with one in the halls of asguard….”
Carlos smiled slightly at Yondu’s apparent excitement. “Yeah, he… he did,” he said. “It was, um… It was Thor, the God of Thunder, if that means anything to you space-faring people. From tabloids and rumors, it sounds like Stark has great Avengers parties, especially when Thor’s in town.”
“And he dines and parties with mortal terrans?! I may have to get into one of those. Damn… that’s….. do those terrans even know how big of a honor that is?!”
Carlos’ smile grew wider. “Well, I think the Avengers might have some idea… I mean, he’s their friend and all. Others probably think he’s just taken up the title of Thor… I mean, I did until I did the whole space adventure thing.
“One of his friends here is the guy I mentioned earlier… um, Iron Man. One of Earth’s heroes.”
yeah.. i mean, pureston cut his hand on the glass and my throat got fucked up from the smoke, but we were alright
Hey – Language. But wow… that sounds very frightening. I’m… I’m glad you’re here to tell about it. You okay coming back in the Mess?
yeah, i mean, this is probably going to bring the nightmares back but when’s the last time i gave shyt about that *he walked into the kitchen*
*Carlos blinks after Max but slowly follows him* Uh… okay, if you’re sure…? *Carlos was not reassured at all. But Max needed some water* Um, where are the cups?
i dunno, but i know there’s juice boxes in the back room and those have straws, could *hic* those work instead of water?
I suppose so… but they’re not very big. *he starts to open cupboards to look for a glass of water* Besides, aren’t those for lunch activities or something?
i dunno.. *he shrugs slightly, checking the lower cupboards* i don’t think we’ve had a camp act-*hic*-ivity the entire time i’ve been here… this camp is a giant mess
Do you… not have a schedule or something? Are there no counselors in this particular spot in the multi-verse? Angie must go to a different plane of the camp, I guess… hm… *scientist thinking noises as he pulls a cup from a cupboard*
the only counselor i know is David, but i don’t think he really knows what he’s doing, wait is Jason a counselor? if he is then i know two counselors but not a schedule..
Angela didn’t tell me about a ‘Jason’. Huh… Well, here *offers him cup*. Let’s look for a straw now.
*he looked down at the cup for a second before nodding* he’s a cultist who worships Zeemoog! he’s cool
*freezes as he has a drawer pulled out. He looks at Max* A what? Max, ‘cultist’ implies that he’s dangerous… don’t you mean a devout, or disciple?
maybe.. but i’m pretty sure he’s a cultist cause he make sacrifices to Zeemoog! he also wears alot of white… he once gave me a popsicle but i found who they human blood in them, it was weird
… Max… I’m going to tell you now that you shouldn’t interact with him anymore. I would have made a joke about his name being ‘Jason’ already having been an indication of that, but… this is no joke.
what? why? why do you always keep me from hanging out with the cool people of camp..
He makes sacrifices to a god, Max. I’m assuming that you’re talking about, like, blood sacrifices, right?
.. i dunno.. y-yeah.. *he glanced away, clearly upset*
Max, people just don’t sacrifice animals anymore – at least not in the western world. If someone abuses an animal and calls it worship in this society… I have serious concerns about their mental stability and health. Do you understand?
*he hesitates before nodding, frowning as he looked down into the cup* but Zeemoog needs it..
*Carlos looks into the drawer and finds some straws wrapped in paper sleeves. He grabs one and shuts the drawer* Here you go, Max. Can you reach the sink?
yeah.. i mean, pureston cut his hand on the glass and my throat got fucked up from the smoke, but we were alright
Hey – Language. But wow… that sounds very frightening. I’m… I’m glad you’re here to tell about it. You okay coming back in the Mess?
yeah, i mean, this is probably going to bring the nightmares back but when’s the last time i gave shyt about that *he walked into the kitchen*
*Carlos blinks after Max but slowly follows him* Uh… okay, if you’re sure…? *Carlos was not reassured at all. But Max needed some water* Um, where are the cups?
i dunno, but i know there’s juice boxes in the back room and those have straws, could *hic* those work instead of water?
I suppose so… but they’re not very big. *he starts to open cupboards to look for a glass of water* Besides, aren’t those for lunch activities or something?
i dunno.. *he shrugs slightly, checking the lower cupboards* i don’t think we’ve had a camp act-*hic*-ivity the entire time i’ve been here… this camp is a giant mess
Do you… not have a schedule or something? Are there no counselors in this particular spot in the multi-verse? Angie must go to a different plane of the camp, I guess… hm… *scientist thinking noises as he pulls a cup from a cupboard*
the only counselor i know is David, but i don’t think he really knows what he’s doing, wait is Jason a counselor? if he is then i know two counselors but not a schedule..
Angela didn’t tell me about a ‘Jason’. Huh… Well, here *offers him cup*. Let’s look for a straw now.
*he looked down at the cup for a second before nodding* he’s a cultist who worships Zeemoog! he’s cool
*freezes as he has a drawer pulled out. He looks at Max* A what? Max, ‘cultist’ implies that he’s dangerous… don’t you mean a devout, or disciple?
maybe.. but i’m pretty sure he’s a cultist cause he make sacrifices to Zeemoog! he also wears alot of white… he once gave me a popsicle but i found who they human blood in them, it was weird
… Max… I’m going to tell you now that you shouldn’t interact with him anymore. I would have made a joke about his name being ‘Jason’ already having been an indication of that, but… this is no joke.
what? why? why do you always keep me from hanging out with the cool people of camp..
He makes sacrifices to a god, Max. I’m assuming that you’re talking about, like, blood sacrifices, right?
.. i dunno.. y-yeah.. *he glanced away, clearly upset*
Max, people just don’t sacrifice animals anymore – at least not in the western world. If someone abuses an animal and calls it worship in this society… I have serious concerns about their mental stability and health. Do you understand?
yeah.. i mean, pureston cut his hand on the glass and my throat got fucked up from the smoke, but we were alright
Hey – Language. But wow… that sounds very frightening. I’m… I’m glad you’re here to tell about it. You okay coming back in the Mess?
yeah, i mean, this is probably going to bring the nightmares back but when’s the last time i gave shyt about that *he walked into the kitchen*
*Carlos blinks after Max but slowly follows him* Uh… okay, if you’re sure…? *Carlos was not reassured at all. But Max needed some water* Um, where are the cups?
i dunno, but i know there’s juice boxes in the back room and those have straws, could *hic* those work instead of water?
I suppose so… but they’re not very big. *he starts to open cupboards to look for a glass of water* Besides, aren’t those for lunch activities or something?
i dunno.. *he shrugs slightly, checking the lower cupboards* i don’t think we’ve had a camp act-*hic*-ivity the entire time i’ve been here… this camp is a giant mess
Do you… not have a schedule or something? Are there no counselors in this particular spot in the multi-verse? Angie must go to a different plane of the camp, I guess… hm… *scientist thinking noises as he pulls a cup from a cupboard*
the only counselor i know is David, but i don’t think he really knows what he’s doing, wait is Jason a counselor? if he is then i know two counselors but not a schedule..
Angela didn’t tell me about a ‘Jason’. Huh… Well, here *offers him cup*. Let’s look for a straw now.
*he looked down at the cup for a second before nodding* he’s a cultist who worships Zeemoog! he’s cool
*freezes as he has a drawer pulled out. He looks at Max* A what? Max, ‘cultist’ implies that he’s dangerous… don’t you mean a devout, or disciple?
maybe.. but i’m pretty sure he’s a cultist cause he make sacrifices to Zeemoog! he also wears alot of white… he once gave me a popsicle but i found who they human blood in them, it was weird
… Max… I’m going to tell you now that you shouldn’t interact with him anymore. I would have made a joke about his name being ‘Jason’ already having been an indication of that, but… this is no joke.
what? why? why do you always keep me from hanging out with the cool people of camp..
He makes sacrifices to a god, Max. I’m assuming that you’re talking about, like, blood sacrifices, right?
Carlos pressed his lips together tightly and he nodded a
bit, even though Hancock couldn’t see him as he’d already turned around. He
pressed the wet cloth against Hancock’s shoulder blade and slowly started to
scrub at the marred skin. His other hand was placed on Hancock’s other
shoulder, just so he knew where Carlos’ hands were. Carlos worked carefully but
pressed down the cloth some as he moved the cloth across Hancock’s back. He
tried to focus on his task, wanting to be distracted from his unhappiness and
his headache.
The Perfect Scientist 