The Heads (the_heads) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-06-13 10:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 06, cheshire cat, dr matt, dr sam |
RP: That's a Cat ...
Characters: Dr. Matt, Dr. Sam
Time/Date: wee hours, June 13, 2032
Location: The Lab
Warnings/Rating: Language
Summary: ...that's a cat. In which Halo warms up for her Sunday morning posting spree
Status: Complete
Matt stretched in his chair as he watched the computer screen. Sam was on a 'jump' as they were phrasing them, though he could think of any number of other things to call them. It amused him to think of them as jaunts, but they all knew that story too - and none of them had come back mad yet.
Yet.
Matt figured eventually they'd fuck with someone they couldn't subdue and get themselves killed. Sure, they did their research before hand, but that didn't mean people weren't hiding nasty surprises in their pockets.
The computer beeped once before it announced the arrival sequence, and Matt shifted his attention to where the portal was already crackling into existence. He nodded to Sam as she stepped through, and frowned a little when she was alone. No, almost alone. She had a cat, and he wondered if she needed him to go in and get whoever she was after ... but then the portal snapped closed.
"Did you miss him? Her?"
"No, I got him." Sam held up the cat as evidence.
"Sam? That's a cat."
"You could tell? That's amazing. I hadn't thought you passed kindergarten animal recognition. Good job, Matt."
"Sam. That is a cat. We're going after--"
"Sentient beings that can communicate, yes. No one said they had to be bipedal or humanoid. If I can find a talking flower, I'll go after it. Besides, Jason's got his eye on a dog. Said he's going after it on his next jump." Sam carried the cat over to the lab table to run a quick diagnostic on the vitals of the animal. They'd only lost one person, and that was in the very early stages, so she wasn't horribly worried at this point.
Reaching for the collar she'd already prepared, she wrapped it around the cat's neck, ensuring it was snugly fastened without being too tight.
"So now we're putting in doggy doors for our animal friends?" Matt inquired.
"No, just leaving the doors open. We've already outfitted the communicators with voice recognition so they can do vocal posts on the network, so that's covered. They'll have to lean on someone to feed them, but Lily's nice enough. I'm sure she'd take in a stray."
"214."
"What?"
"We're not supposed to use their names. They're subjects, not people."
Sam's lips pulled into a thin line. They were still people even if they were subjects. She understood the need for emotional distance, but she didn't like the way Matt went on about it. "Fine. 214 will take him in even if no one else does." Sam smoothed out the cat's fur before she turned toward Matt. "How's she been doing?"
"Same. Wakes up, kind of panics. Recalls where she is. Looks like she's going to cry. Has a shower and breakfast, wanders around the town. Stands by the white line. Sometimes waves her wand around but she's not going to cross it. Surprising, really."
"Not really. She's got nothing driving her to do it just now. She's here by herself with nothing compelling her to cross. No choices, nothing to gain for a possibly harmful venture. Put her child on the other side of the line and she'll be over it in an instant."
"She doesn't know she has a child. She doesn't, yet. We opted to pull her earlier than we'd initially decided."
"Irrelevant. Put a child on the other side of the line, and she'll be over it to save it. Try it some time," Sam encouraged.
Matt looked thoughtful, and made a note. "Have to disable her magic for that to work," he said.
"Not like we can't," Sam added as she scooped up the unconscious cat into her arms. She looked at a chart and made a notation on it. "312," she offered to Matt before she started toward the stairs that would lead her up to the hotel proper. "How long are we giving them?"
"Two weeks. Then we go blizzard." Matt's lips quirked up into a grin as he turned to his own computer to continue logging his observations of the existing subjects.