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Tweak says, "look i see a ducky"

Creations Anonymous (creationsanon) wrote in musings,
@ 2010-10-16 21:14:00

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anonymous, don quixote, rose tyler, roxanne, sherlock holmes

In cardboard boxes
[Left in cardboard boxes in the lobbies of Aubade, Bathos and Hamartia.]

[Inside each box, there are a dozen pre-filled ADAM syringes, along with pamphlets from Titan Industries and Aceso Advancements lauding the drug's miraculous effects - while downplaying the side effects.]

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the_automaton
2010-10-17 05:51 pm UTC (link)

Daryl's shift at the psychology lab where she worked ended early that day, giving her a large portion of the afternoon off. She had been cutting severely into her hours, which was perhaps not the smartest thing to do financially, but she wasn't bothered. No, money meant nothing when there was a case to solve. Now that it seemed that Detective Warda had finally realized that her contributions were instrumental in success, Daryl was getting exactly what she wanted. Daryl liked getting what she wanted.

The box was almost dismissed, but a keen observer couldn't afford to not investigate when such an unusual opportunity presented. She hesitated, turning toward the box, and very carefully settled on her knees beside it. Her gloved fingers pulled at the flaps, opening them up delicately to reveal the contents. The twelve syringes were certainly a surprise, not the sort of thing she'd expect to see distributed to an apartment complex. Then again, they'd already been delivered tortured teenagers - drugs weren't that far off the mark.

She picked up a syringe, holding it up to the light curiously. The liquid inside the syringe seemed perfectly ordinary. At first glance, it could easily have been saline. Of course, Daryl knew better. She picked up one of the pamphlets, reading it with a raised brow. A drug that enhanced a Creation's ability meant two things. First, it meant that their abilities could actually be affected in such ways, which suggested a physiological cause for them instead of supernatural. Second, it meant that there was already a market aimed just for Creations, which was interesting from a sociological standpoint.

After a few moments of skimming the pamphlet, Daryl folded and stuffed it into her messenger bag. She didn't believe a word of it, which meant that she would have to investigate the truth herself. Picking up three syringes from the box, she placed them in her bag beside the pamphlet. After putting the flaps back the way they were, as if she had never been there, Daryl stood and walked up to her apartment. She had to discuss this with Jane.

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sonador
2010-10-18 12:19 am UTC (link)

Daniel was quite exhausted after a long day of staring at the computer and clicking with a mouse just to find the right of maroon to tint the lair's stalactites. Therefore it only made sense he would miss the box the first time, mouth tightly clutching to the takeout bag as he struggled with his messenger bag and laptop bag.

When he came back to get the mail, he noticed.

Reading the pamphlets, he began to feel cautiously optimistic. His parents warned him about the dangers of drugs and anything with needles not coming from doctors. But, if something could increase his powers, wasn't that worth taking the risk? He admittedly wished he could make his images more than real, maybe even be able to touch and feel what he created.

Taking a syringe, he hurried back to his apartment, still unsure if he was actually going to use it or not.

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ex_theredlig387
2010-10-18 02:29 am UTC (link)

Wren had come home tired. It had been a hard night, one during which her leads turned out to be more strong-willed than she'd anticipated, and she'd managed to get next to nothing accomplished. She knew those nights came with the territory, but she was still feeling sore and hopeless.

She considered calling Cassidy, on the road a week now and due back in a day, but she couldn't involve him in this part of her life. She considered knocking on Hal's door, but she wanted strong arms and she was certain he'd just get angry (like he had the night of the vigilante meeting), and Charlie wouldn't know what to do with her. She thought of Eve, but that cord had been cut, and Quinn and Robin didn't need to know how her own brand of helping affected her; they had enough to deal with on their own.

And so she was tired, and she almost didn't notice the cardboard box in the Hamartia lobby.

She walked up to it on tired feet, and she knelt gracefully in front of it as she read the pamphlets. She considered for less than a moment, nothing and a blink, and she took three syringes and put them into her pocket.

And then she went home.

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why_agonize
2010-10-18 04:41 pm UTC (link)

Re-entering Hamartia after a (relatively) productive evening, Zeke nearly tripped over the box. Crouching down and examining both it and its contents yielded a distasteful twist of his lips as he considered the implications. Great, just what he needed, competition. Although at least it was something different, new. An Enhancer. He chuckled to himself, a dry, humorless sound; because that was exactly what he needed, a means to make his own skills for amplification worse. It was bad enough he'd already gotten his customers hopelessly hooked without trying, the last thing he needed was to kill them on the first hit. Bad for business. He snagged a handful of syringes nonetheless and shoved them into his bag along with a pamphlet; he might have no interest for himself, but that wasn't to say others wouldn't feel differently. The novelty safely in hand, he headed for the stairs and slipped off to examine his findings in the privacy of his own apartment.

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foundmyway
2010-10-18 06:30 pm UTC (link)

This was not how Jess expected to spend her afternoon. She'd had plans. Actual plans, that mostly involved coffee and maybe McDonalds and the bus and getting to work on time, but they'd been plans. That's before somebody on the forum mentioned tripping over a bunch of syringes.

... Seriously. Tripping. Couldn't be bothered to call the cops, to pick them up, nothing. They were in his way, so he was inconvienced, the end.

Great. She knew that arguing with people on the internet was pointless, but she couldn't just do nothing. Not when it could be anything, it was dangerous, and what, it'd take twenty minutes? Nevermind that she was supposed to be at work twenty minutes ago.

That's when she relised they could be in the foyer of the Bathos, too, and she'd taken the stairs two at a time. Sure enough, there was a box. It didn't make any sense - there were pamplets stuffed in it as well as a neat set of syringes. It was nothing like the empty, dirty needles that littered the 358 bus route, and Jess stared at the box for a second, her eyes flickering over the bright, glossy paper of the papers.

"Oh, fuck it." She shook her head, grabbing the box with both hands, and hitting the button for the elevator with her elbow. She didn't have time to figure out what the hell they were doing here now, but maybe after she got home from work she'd sit down and... she didn't know, turn them into the police, or something.

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marigoldsinarow
2010-10-22 05:14 am UTC (link)

Erin was on her way from Colt's--not to, from--when she saw the box. She stepped out of the view of the guard and read an entire pamphlet, standing there on aching feet still shoved into designer heels. She didn't let herself do much more considering while there. She just put the pamphlet and one syringe (carefully wrapped in an embroidered handkerchief) in her purse, and then hurried out into dusk for home.

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