Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} warp_speed) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2012-06-09 14:28:00 |
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Who: Moira, Scotty
What: More "Och!" than you can shake a stick at! Talking about making gene inhibitors, dreams, and x-genes.
When: after the Obi-wan log and Moira's voicemail
Where: at their respective places of mad scientist~isms. 'Repair' shop and laboratory.
Rating: O for Och. (language warning and that's about it)
Status: Complete!
After waiting one full minute - he counted it down! - Scotty dialed up Moira's number and waited for her to answer, so he could sort of...explain some things about what she was asking for. But, granted he kind of had a sneaking suspicion that his cousin was...that Moira...and it wasn't some coincidence with the name...he was convinced she'd have plenty to say about how to make an inhibitor work.
Moira picked up her phone, "Monty! Where were ye?!"
"Och, that's the second time I've been called Monty today. Dae ye have tae....nevermind, yer family. I was right here." With a jedi earlier. Try explaining THAT. "What dae ye want, Moira? Our ma's are goin' tae KILL us."
Moira would say he was crazy, then ask if he'd gotten an autograph, in the same sentence, "I dunnae care about the family rivalry. They should jus' shoot each other an' get it over with. Are ye workin' on a gene inhibitor?"
"Well, I was thinking on it, aye, but ye know...there was never any..." He stopped himself from saying 'schematics in the comics' that he could recall and that he had tried to look up even reference things on the net, before he got distracted with transporter thoughts. And a Jedi showed up. And stuff happened. It's complicated. There, that covers it. "...any further...work on it, that I've done. Because I'm nae a geneticist, ye know? I'm an engineer. I dinnae know how tae even suppress those things. I also kinda of have tae lay off seein' Kitty, it's a wee bit...uncomfortable. Talkin' tae yer comic crush like that. It makes me feel squishy like a giddy lass, inside."
Well, at least he admits it.
He was NOT about to ruin things with the green love of his life, even if she was a spy but...it's complicated.
"Maybe we could work taegether?" They sounded like words of doom, and somewhere, their mothers spontaneously shat bricks.
"Our ma's are goin' tae shite a brick," Scotty said without any hesitation. "But they're sae far away? They willnae know any better. Ye think this'll help matters? What're ye goin' tae do about the people who arenae...uhh..."
Superheroes, he means, but he can't bring himself to say it. He was still trying in vain to follow regulations. It was the world that was complicating that for him. So he was just accepting it as he moved along, and trying not to flap his arms at people or ask too many questions and...just generally not be a raging geek on parade.
He left the rest of it unsaid, because Moira had a degree too, and they should be smart enough to not have to spell everything out.
"I dunnae know. But there are enough out there tae want tae take some precautions, aye?" There were dangers out there. Mostly to themselves but in some cases to others. Neither Scott or Kitty had given up the names of people they knew, so she hoped if she gave them something, they could pass it on. If the people wanted them. And frankly, in their places? she'd want it.
"Aye, I understand that. Well...ye got a lab? I can throw something together, but we'd need tae test it, an' there's no word on if anyone's, ye know...manifested anythin' nonstop yet. It'd be difficult tae test it on a trial run." He thought about asking her about Gaila's pheromones too, since Moira was family. And brilliant. And likely had a super lab. But he kept that quiet for the meantime, and left it as something he'd maybe ask about, later. If need be. "I can make the casing like a wee bracelet or gut a watch or the likes, tae house it in. It'd look convincing enough, maybe? I dinnae know about the insides though. How would that even work? Ye'd need some sort of energy tae disrupt somethin' on a genetic level, wouldnae ye?"
"I have a lab. I'm runnin' some blood tests on some folks. A bracelet would be better. A collar might work for some folks but a bracelet is easier tae disguise."
"Aye, well...I'll get started. I dinnae think the laddies would want tae be seen wearin' some pretty bangly thing on their wrists though, sae I'll work on something. Watch's best. Ye try tae sell them a 'man bracelet' an' yer goin' tae get stared at, funny."
"Depends on the laddie, lad."
"Aye, it does! But I'm talkin' about the laddies who're lads who like lassies, an' ye know it."
"I've known many a straight man who'd like a bracelet!"
"I'm straight. Mostly. I do flirt with McCoy but that's because I like tellin' him that I'd serve him some of my delicious spicy sausage, on the valar net. That's a joke, ye know! Dinnae tell the family! I'm straight. An' I wouldnae like a bracelet."
He said that last part like NO THANKS. That was like having a man purse.
"Good thing I'm recordin' this so that I can blackmail ye."
"Yer nae, ye wouldnae record something like this. Because if it got leaked oot, ye know people would start tae flail around in circles," he told her, flat out, convinced of it. And, since she was having him make an inhibitor which was a major tip off there and because she was family, he didn't feel quite as bad telling her some things. "Ye dinnae think it's odd, that we're related like this? I think it's odd. I mean, the whole thing's odd, Moira. Dae ye have any ideas why we might be stuck here? Or are ye as lost as everyone else is on the topic?"
"Nae, I would edit it down tae ye spicy sausage comment." Moira laughed. She wasn't sure what Scotty was, just yet. She'd had no dreams about being related, anyway! "Nae idea why we're stuck here, only that something is off. I got a new piece of equipment, jus' the other day. It's marvelous."
"Och." New equipment. Serious business. He wondered how much more this universe could take, what with it spewing out things randomly. He thought on that a moment, like he was number crunching, and then asked her in a highly inquisitive way, "What's it deeeeeew? The equipment ye got?"
"Genetic analyzer! Would ye believe some folks have dormant X-genes?"
Like this was somehow normal conversation over coffee.
Scotty decided that the world just got weirder.
"...yaaay?" Scotty was making the noise, posed as a question, because he wasn't sure that was a good thing or not. He was leaning more toward the 'not.'
"Och." Moira agreed with that assessment, "In both cases it appears tae be either inactive or in flux."
"Och...what dae ye mean by in flux," because that worried him more. And there was enough Och's going back and forth, with each new realization of implications and such, that if an och was worth money, they'd be trillionaires by now.
"Sometimes it works, other times it dunnae work." Moira tried to think of a way to phrase this, "Like gettin' stronger over time."
"Dae ye think it has something tae do with the dreams mentioned on the valar net tae, then?"
"Och, I dae!"
"Aye, me tae!" It was hard to fight the exuberance for a moment, and a bit of a relief at the same time. "It's like...dinnae tell another soul, but I built a engine, of the rockety variety...an' the more dreams I had, the more that I'd remembered. Odd, that. I cannae say anything more though. I wish that I could, but I shouldnae have even told ye. Only reason I did, is yer confiding yer bampot ideas tae me an' I feel obligated tae give ye some bampot ideas back, like the bampot I am."
Moira snorted, "I wouldnae be surprised if ye were from Star Trek. Lad, I knew a woman who claimed she was a witch an' then she did somethin' an' I havenae been skeptical of new things since."
"Shhh! Yer nae supposed tae say it out loud, Moira! Ye know how insane that all sounds?" He even waved one hand around like NO NO NO in the air while talking into the phone. Scotty was, also, making it a point to respect Obi-Wan's privacy, and not mention that he'd been in earlier. "Anyways? What's this about a witch?"
"I'm alone in me lab, ye bampot. Some lass named Romany."
"...well what'd she dae tae ye?"
"Gave me a wart."
"...buh?"
"Nevermind."
"It wasnae the genital sort, was it?" Scotty paused for 2.5 seconds and then HOWLED LAUGHING OVER THE PHONE.
"FECK OFF!"
MORE HOWLING LAUGHTER. He can't stop himself. His inner troll was on a rampage and innocent villagers were being flattened. In fact, he simply grabbed his aching laugh tummy, went down on his knees, and then rolled down onto his side in a fetal position, from the lulz.
Moira glared at the phone, then hung up on him.