[Time: Unknown. Not sure if this is such a good idea, but I knew the scene wouldn't get out of my head until I wrote it down, so I wrote it down.]
[Terminology note: "Hot storage" refers to an area of Irene's memory that would be destroyed if something crashed her personality. Basically the most secure storage she has available.]
Morgan walked in the door, looking a bit pale. It wouldn't really be noticable on most people, but on him, the man with the perpetual blush, it was startling.
The television on the counter lit up, and Irene peered out at him from it. "Ah... is something wrong?"
Morgan sat down at the table and sighed, but didn't otherwise respond for a moment. Then he said, "Irene, search the old archives for the phrase 'bio-support plasma'."
Irene blinked. "Okay, I'll look..." Then she screeched and disappeared from the screen.
Morgan walked over to the tv and looked at it. It still showed the background of Irene's 'room', but Irene herself was gone. Then he tried bending down, and as the view panned up he saw Irene clinging to a ceiling fan. "... My neck will get a cramp if I have to stand like this for very long."
Irene sweatdropped and jumped down. "... You didn't make this up, did you?" she asked, sounding a bit nervous.
"No. Just something I read about on an old webpage, that I wanted to figure out how it would work, so I'd know how to fight it. But what I'm wondering is... could this stuff be made using plotdevite?"
"... I can't rule it out," Irene responded after a few moments consideration. "We couldn't do it ourselves; neither of us is that good with biologicals. But the basic possibility is there."
Morgan shuddered. "Okay. Move that record and anything related you can find to hot storage. Hopefully we'll never have to think about it again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go wash my brain out with bleach."
A few minutes later, as Morgan was digging through some boxes, he heard Irene scream "PLASMA GRENADES!?!?" He shrugged and kept digging. It looked like they were both going to need the bleach...
-Morgan.
[Terminology note: "Hot storage" refers to an area of Irene's memory that would be destroyed if something crashed her personality. Basically the most secure storage she has available.]
Morgan walked in the door, looking a bit pale. It wouldn't really be noticable on most people, but on him, the man with the perpetual blush, it was startling.
The television on the counter lit up, and Irene peered out at him from it. "Ah... is something wrong?"
Morgan sat down at the table and sighed, but didn't otherwise respond for a moment. Then he said, "Irene, search the old archives for the phrase 'bio-support plasma'."
Irene blinked. "Okay, I'll look..." Then she screeched and disappeared from the screen.
Morgan walked over to the tv and looked at it. It still showed the background of Irene's 'room', but Irene herself was gone. Then he tried bending down, and as the view panned up he saw Irene clinging to a ceiling fan. "... My neck will get a cramp if I have to stand like this for very long."
Irene sweatdropped and jumped down. "... You didn't make this up, did you?" she asked, sounding a bit nervous.
"No. Just something I read about on an old webpage, that I wanted to figure out how it would work, so I'd know how to fight it. But what I'm wondering is... could this stuff be made using plotdevite?"
"... I can't rule it out," Irene responded after a few moments consideration. "We couldn't do it ourselves; neither of us is that good with biologicals. But the basic possibility is there."
Morgan shuddered. "Okay. Move that record and anything related you can find to hot storage. Hopefully we'll never have to think about it again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go wash my brain out with bleach."
A few minutes later, as Morgan was digging through some boxes, he heard Irene scream "PLASMA GRENADES!?!?" He shrugged and kept digging. It looked like they were both going to need the bleach...
-Morgan.