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[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting at a table somewhere, a cup of coffee nearby, his briefcase leaning against the table leg, and his laptop out. he's currently staring at the screen, which is filled with a mass of calculations and formulae, tapping his chin in thought.]

Hmmm. I suppose that as frustrating as it is being stuck here, it gives me time to perfect certain projects. I don't suppose anyone knows the components of this 'truth gas' that seems to have affected that majority of this place's occupants?

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[pixieorange.livejournal.com]

[have a fairy on your shoulder.]

Can I help you find out?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[startled, nearly falls from his chair]

[pixieorange.livejournal.com]

[...oops. moves away, hovering beside him]

I'm sorry, did I surprise you?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[turns his head to stare at her]

What are you?

[pixieorange.livejournal.com]

A fairy.

[folds her hands behind her back, under her wings]

Can't you tell?

[theearthand-sky.livejournal.com]

[staring up at that laptop.]

Uh, I dunno! I just knocked a whole bunch of stuff with colored water in them over and this happened.

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[JESUS CHRIST IT'S A LION GET IN THE-- FUCK MY CAR IS BACK HOME]

...I lol'd.

[theearthand-sky.livejournal.com]

...What's wrong?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[staring openly, it takes him a moment to collect himself]

...I have never seen an animal other than certain types of bird speak. You simply startled me.

[petitblossom.livejournal.com]

(OOC: If this one's bothering you, just say the word and I can delete it. ^^;)

[is walking up behind Vexen to look at the computer screen.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

(ooc: It's fine. Doesn't bother me, and Vexen needs to be bothered. :D)

[glances behind him briefly at the sound of footsteps before reaching forwards and pressing a key, closing the page full of notes]

Can I help you?

[petitblossom.livejournal.com]

What were you writing?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

Something involving a few experiments I have been working on lately.

[another.livejournal.com]

[Wanders past the table, dropping his hand away from his mouth long enough to offer a very quickly spoken, all-in-one-breath sort of suggestion.]

Ethanol, scopolamine, temazepam, sodium pentothal, or other barbiturates may be involved. Or it could be an extract of sorts from the essence of Light itself that invokes a truthful response in the darkness of hearts but I'm not so sure about that as I haven't researched the element of Light and quite frankly have no interest in such a worthless component of the natural world.

[Inhales deeply~ and replaces the hand over his mouth.]

....wow. can I have your scientific babies? :|

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[stares for a moment, blinking]

Of course... [and there's the rapid typing as he enters a few things into his computer] Now, what is this about Light? ....and why are you covering your mouth?

Too much Google, let me show you it.

[another.livejournal.com]

[Stands to the side, his attention bouncing between the laptop and the man that sort of looks like Even. Waits for a moment then uncovers his mouth again.]

Light, the inconvenient counterpart of the element of Darkness that composes anywhere between 25 and 75 percent of the average metaphysical heart. I generally consider it the weaker element but it can, in theory, serve to create artificial feelings or reactions often associated with Light- such as truthfulness.

And I've been covering my mouth as approximately twenty-four hours ago, I encountered the unidentified gas and ever since then... [Enter nervous glance over his shoulder.] ...have been saying things out loud that would get me hung, drawn and quartered back in the Garden.

[Bites his lip, slips the hand back up, and returns to watching Vexen's computer.]

I need to get buddy-buddy with google if I'm gonna be more scientific-like :x

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[notices the attention his laptop is getting and closes a few of the programs running]

The metaphysical heart... I've not heard anything on this subject.

Ah, you too had a run-in with this 'truth gas' then? That is rather unfortunate.

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

[...Your cup of coffee is scooting across the table suddenly.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[what no D: notices the movement and reaches out to grab it]

What on earth?

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

[Eep. You've also grabbed a cold hand and--A wild Marluxia suddenly appears!]

...erm...

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[and me all out of pokeballs. lets go, raising an eyebrow]

Could you not have asked?

[the only reason he even recognizes that face is because of mini!Marluxia]

[puppet.livejournal.com]

[and a Macbook with legs is coming up next to you, extending some eyestalks out of nowhere to peer at the screen curiously.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

........what in.... [trails off, staring]

[puppet.livejournal.com]

[turns those eyestalks to look at you]

Dai stiho

[that language it's speaking? definitely not English, but it's still understandable as 'well met.']

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[continues to stare]

...er, yes. Hello.