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Isadora Raleigh ([info]poison_and_fire) wrote in [info]expresslogs,
@ 2012-04-21 20:18:00
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Of Poison
Characters: Dora, Iridia, Quinn
When: Saturday afternoon
Location: Front parlor car
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Dora feigns socialness while pondering experiments
Status: Complete




Isadora had been intrigued when she heard news that the wasps bore hallucinogenic venom. It wouldn't be the first time she'd extracted venom from insects, though the lack of proper equipment was ... bothersome. Still, she'd managed to scrounge things from the infirmary when no one was looking (though Iridia's presence made escaping attention a little difficult), and it would have to do.

She'd found a few bodies by keeping an eye on the network and going to the cars the attacks had most recently occurred in. Most had been dead, but she'd managed to acquire a few live samples as well, without being stung. It had been tricky, but she had managed to sedate them with smoke to extract the live venom before she killed them.

Having no idea whether or not the venom from the dead ones would be of any use, she set about extracting it anyway. Given the reports she'd heard about the hallucinations and the fact that more than a few stings could be fatal, she reasoned the extractions would be potent. It was a pity she had nothing to test it on.

Though for all that, she supposed she wouldn't actually have any need of it on the train. Still, it was a new toy of sorts, and she couldn't help but want to play with it. So she'd save it, and go through the motions, and when she had a chance ... then she'd play with it.

But for the time being, she was leaving her project alone to subject herself to the social areas of the train. She did pause between each car to listen for the tell-tale buzzing of wasps, but she encountered none. While she did come across a few birds, they had nothing to say to her. It was curious; why were some people so viciously tormented by the birds, but others left alone entirely? Perhaps because there were no voices in her past that would traumatize her?

Making her way into the parlor car, Isadora glanced around to see who -- if anyone -- was already present before she settled herself onto one of the couches. Setting her tablet on her lap, she began to read through the network while Iridia settled himself down on the floor beside the couch so he was mostly out of the way.


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