#tantalizingcacaesthesia

AA: DOCTOR. HAVE BEEN LONG TIME SINCE LAST SPOKEN.

AA: HOWEVER AM IN THE NEED OF HAVING WORD WITH YOU.

TC: :o)

AA: YES. THANK YOU.

AA: ASSUMING HE KNOWS OF THIS ROBOT OF ARADIA?

TC: :o)

AA: IT IS NEEDING MY BLOOD. I AM GOING TO GIVE IT.

TC: :o)

AA: MUCH IS NEEDED OF IT. DO STILL HAVE THINGS NEEDING TO BE DONE. A CORPSE I AM NOT READY TO BECOME.

AA: NEEDS TO BE TAKEN OVER TIME FOR THIS. IS THIS A PROBLEM?

TC: I SHALL SIPHON THY SANGUINARY OFFERING WITH MOTHERFUCKIN LEGIT DISCRETION, HOMIE.

AA: THIS I TRUSTED HIM TO BE CAPABLE OF. THANK YOU.

AA: SHOULD I BE COMING NOW? GET BALL ROLLING, LIKE IN EXPRESSION.

TC: SURE MOTHERFUCKIN THING, G. AIN'T NAUGHT WHAT DOTH OCCUPY MY PAN AT THIS ILLICIT TIME.

TC: :o)

AA: THEN I AM COMING. PLEASE PREPARE PAN TO BE OCCUPIED.

TC: AIGHT. ;o)

-- aesopianAlgedonic [AA] gave up trolling tantalizingCacaesthesia [TC] at 21:45 --

AA: *Corpse mime is just as friendly and eccentric as she remembers. Good times. Damara makes her way to the morgue, which she just assumes him to be at, since it is the natural habitat of mimes. She gives the door a little knock to announce that she was there, and she steps on inside. She seems a little frazzled, as she hadn't slept much that night, but other than that she doesn't seem like she has any of those pesky nerves that some people had when it came to this sort of thing.* I AM HERE. HAS THE PAN BEEN PREPARED?

TC: *Predictable as always, the mime was there, but of course he wasn't the type to betray his instincts for cold places full of dead people. It was the way of the mime, and Kurloz was happy to embrace it. At the knock, Kurloz pulled the aural sponge clot rattlers from his ears. The music he was listening to was loud enough to produce a tinny and distorted version until he managed to pause it, and man did it sound like some kind of awful din. No accounting for taste among mimes, it was said. He set them aside, standing up with a nod. A gloved finger came up to tap twice on his own temple and then offer a thumbs up. The pan was ready, and somehow here was the body mime dealing with the living again.*

AA: *Theres a slight eyebrow raise at the low incoherent vaugely music sounding (if you could call that music) noise. She just figured someone who worked around dead people all day would prefer it to be quiet. Regardless, she gives him a smile and returns the thumbs up.* GLAD TO BE HEARING THIS. WOULD NOT WANT TERRIBLE ACCIDENTS, NO? *Wanders on towards him, stopping by the desk with a small shrug.* WHERE DOES HE WANT ME?

TC: *At Damara's comment regarding terrible accidents, Kurloz merely smiled a small, cryptic smile. His arms were at his sides and his body stock still, and he held that position for what could be a bit too long until finally heading over to his makeshift sample collecting corner. The need for samples from the living had grown exponentially in such a short time, so Kurloz had taken the time to dedicate a small, sanitary corner to it. He pulled a stool out for Damara to sit on and then began to peel off his skeleton patterned gloves so that he could replace them with the medical-grade latex kind. Work time.*

AA: *That eyebrow did certainly not lower from Kurloz' "response". Her smile went crooked and she let out a low amused huff.* WOULD LOOK BAD ON DOCTOR RESUME TO HAVE ALL DEAD ONES COVERED IN BLOOD OF ME. VERY MESSY. *She follows him to the corner, nods her head at him in thanks for the stool and sits on down. She starts rolling up one of her sleeves, looking around at nothing in particular.* ASSUME HE HAS MUCH TO BE DOING. AFTER ATTACK ON SHIP HAPPENED. EVEN MORE NOW. WOULD SEEM DEAD ONES DO GIVE MUCH TROUBLE. *Casual smalltalk about corpses, nbd.*

TC: *More like casual small talk about a constant thorn in Kurloz's side since the attack. Though he had smiled at her original comment, when the subject switched to those excess corpses his expression showed clear exasperation and he shook his head somberly. The latex snapped against his wrist (he had rolled his sleeves up and secured them before hand), and he jerked a thumb back towards the wall of the morgue to note it as the subject. After that he laid one hand flat in the air and the layered the opposite over that, repeating it a second time with the bottom hand stacked atop the other. To make it clear he held up three fingers and flattened his hand again, palm down, slowly raising it to indicate growing height. Just get your palmhusk out Kurloz, why you do this.*

AA: *Because mimes are very dedicated to their mysterious and unnecessarily difficult ways, most likely. Damara pays close attention to his gesturing, giving a light nod of comprehension when it comes to a pause.* VERY MANY, YES. SO I WAS FIGURING. MUST BE FRUSTRATING HAVING SO MANY PILE UP IN SHORT TIME. HOWEVER WOULD SEEM HIS WORK WILL BE LESS, NOW? AS THERE IS SEEMINGLY WAYS OF BRINGING THEM BACK.

AA: CAN HAVE THEM ALL WALK OUT OF HERE ON OWN TWO FEET. *Gestures at her arm.* EVEN IF IT IS NEEDING OF BLOOD OF THE LIVING.

TC: *Kurloz raised a brow as Damara spoke. Had Aradia spoken to her in depth about this? About the product of his recent experiment? Hmm. For now Kurloz just shrugged carefully as he produced a needle, some blood vials and the rubber band to restrict bloodflow on Damara's upper arm. His eyes were still on his "patient" however, and he made no effort to hide the fact he was waiting to see if she would say anything else along the lines of his extracurricular activities.*

AA: *She raises a brow right back at him. She had been told nothing apart from Aradia being a robot, which was what she was trying to get at. Maybe she hadn't been clear enough. This is what happens when you don't have a full grasp on the English language.* THAT IS IF THEY ALL ALSO HAVE ROBOT SHELLS, YES? THIS IS WHAT I WAS TOLD. WORK WILL SHIFT FROM HIM TO THE ONES ENGINEERING.

TC: *Kurloz reached up, coaxing Damara's arm towards him so he could tie it in place. While his intent had been blatant before, it drained from his face, leaving him expressionless and almost bored in appearance. Even so he glanced to Damara between readying the needle and the swab of disinfectant over the crook of her elbow. He was ready to draw the blood now, and he held it up to indicate that, checking for any hesitance from his curious donator. The atmosphere was certainly a bit tenser than when Damara had first arrived.*

AA: *Well, shit. Was there no end to her social faux pas? She lets out a small sigh, glancing at the needle then down at her arm again. She seems as unfazed as ever.* IF HE IS READY. GO AHEAD.

TC: *Kurloz did the deed, finding a suitable vein and drawing two vials of blood from Damara -- not enough to cause any negative effects, and enough to experiment with. He wasn't ready for the next step with Aradia yet, not without further tests, and perhaps something interesting would come of this... Once he was done and had bandaged Damara's puncture, he set his tools down and raised his head to stare at Damara.*

TC: [THOU KNOWS TIS COMMON; ALL THAT LIVES MUST DIE, PASSING THROUGH NATURE TO ETERNITY. :o)]

TC: *As Troll Shakespeare once wrote.*

TC: *And yes his palmhusk is out, he pulled it out but his player forgot to specify.*

AA: *She watches the needle at first, then at the vial that slowly filled up with her blood. If what Feferi had said was accurate, and Aradia's entire robot body needed to be filled with the stuff, then this was going to take a while. She let Kurloz do his thing in silence, rolling down her sleeve once he had bandaged up her puncture. Her eyes glance over the screen and she shrugs.* THAT SO? HER BODY IS GONE, YES. BOTH SOMETHING IS REMAINING STILL. HAS NOT GONE TO ETERNITY. MUST BE EXCEPTION TO THIS, PERHAPS. *Rubs at her arm a little.*

TC: *Kurloz carefully leaned back in his stool; perhaps she was not as aware as he had originally considered. His head tilted as he glanced at the vials, one hand reaching out to gently shake them and begin the mixing of the anti-coagulation additive. His other hand worked the palm husk.*

TC: [NOT ALL SLIP SILENTLY INTO THE YAWNING ABYSS, BUT RARELY DO THOSE STIFFS CLAW BACK TO THIS TEMPORAL REALM. FOR EVERY PRECEDENT LIES A RUDE EXCEPTION. :o)]

AA: *Her attention is drawn to what Kurloz is doing with the vials, her face scrunching up a tad in mild confusion. She didn't really know much about this sort of thing to begin with though.* NOT ALL, NO. THIS IS OBVIOUS NOW. *Pauses.* RARELY HE SAYS, AND WITH EXCEPTION. MEANING THERE IS POSSIBILITIES OF THIS HAPPENING? *Brief glance in the direction of the slab where the dead bodies usually happened to be chilling on.*

TC: *It was empty now; Kurloz was taking a break after going above and beyond his quota on the last work day. Too bad his coffers weren't equally as empty; it'd be a while before that.*

TC: [:o)]

TC: *Yes, a very helpful reply, but the vials came front and center as he idly danced both through and over his limber fingers at surprising speed. You don't dress a clown without knowing a few tricks.*

AA: *A very helpful reply, actually, since silence (or in this case: smileys) usually meant that she was on the right track. Though this track seemed more unlikely than anything. She was looking at the slab still, but her attention is brought back to Kurloz as she notes the movement in the corner of her eye. Her lips curve upward in a amused smile.* IMPRESSIVE. BUT CAN HE JUGGLE? *Headtilt.*

TC: *Apparently that was a question Kurloz had been awaiting for a long time judging but how quickly he slotted the vials into the nearby holder, clicking them into place and then pushing back on his stool. The wheels swept across the metal floor, putting ample room between them and Kurloz stood, allowing the stool to continue it's journey to join its people... Which it actually did. It crossed the floor and bumped pleasantly into another stool some distance away.*

TC: *Stools and their reunions weren't the important part however as Kurloz opened his sylladex and despite the ornery nature of the modus he used, he was soon juggling for Damara’s amusement. Kurloz certainly could juggle well, his overly long and lanky arms moving deftly as he launched each object through the air, but the use of skulls, /actual troll skulls/, was a grisly choice..*

AA: *His eager reaction only served to make her amused smile broaden, and she turns on her seat to follow his journey across the floor. Her eyes briefly flick to the stool, and she felt a warm sensation in her heart as it reuinited with it's people. Though yes, there are more important things going on than this touching scene. She is now grinning, watching him juggle those skulls around, which was a odd choice of juggle material, but she had seen weirder shit in her life. The way they flew through the air was pretty amusing anyway. She shifts some in her seat and applauds.* VERY IMPRESSIVE! HAVE TRULY SHOWN HIS MERIT NOW. NO DOUBT SHALL BE PLACED UPON HIS SKILLS IN THE FUTURE. *Just Megido grinning.*

TC: *With Damara's apparent amusement, Kurloz finished up his little show, tossing each skull into the flashing colors of his modus before dropping into a low, gracious performer's bow. Legs crossed, arm swept to the side-- it suit his lanky frame well, and he straightened once it was complete. He does parties too! Amaze your coworkers with his morbid tricks! Standing, he winked at Damara, and returned to where he was before, fetching his husktop from the counter.*

TC: [THAT FUCKIN SOUL BOUND METAL IS EVIDENCE AMPLE THAT ANY SUCH NOISE AIN'T NEVER IMPERVIOUS TO METAPHYSICAL MUTINY. :o)]

AA: *Applauding intensifies as he finishes his performance, grinning from ear to ear. Forget getting lollipops from your Doctors, skull juggling is where it's at! She let out a low chuckle at the wink, putting a hand to her forehead and leaning back a little on her stool. Such swooning! Somebody fetch her some smelling salts. She sits up so that she can read the screen though. Those eyebrows sure raise again. She had a little trouble understanding what he meant, but by 'soul bound metal' she figured it was about Aradia.* YES. IT IS EVIDENCE FOR SUCH POSSIBILITIES. HOWEVER IT IS A STRANGE THING TO IMAGINE. BE IT BOUND METAL OR FLESH, HAVING THE DEAD RETURN IS A...*Trails off, then smiles.* INTERESTING CONCEPT.

TC: [THE DEFINITION OF RETURN IS THE MOTHER FUCKING CRUX OF IT. HATH THEY RETURNED IF MERELY THE FLESH AMBLES ALONG, IF EMPTY AND SOULLESS THE SHELL DOTH REMAIN? OR DOES THAT COUNTERFEIT EXISTENCE GET ITS QUALIFY ON AT BEING THE RIGHTFUL RESTORATION OF THEM CORPSED SCRUBS?]

TC: *From juggling to playful swooning to serious conversation; things were always interesting in the morgue. Either way Kurloz was looking at Damara expectantly, as though she held the answer to his (possibly cryptic) query.*

AA: *The morgue is pretty much THE place to be. It's a wonder nobody has set up some sort of ticket system. Damara crosses her hands over her chest, head slightly tilted to one side.* ...IF WAS ME, THEN A ROBOT WOULD BE WHAT I WOULD PICK. THE BODY WOULD BE GONE. ROTTING. NOT USEFUL. WHY WOULD A SOUL PICK THIS? UNLESS THE BODY WAS IN GOOD ORDER, I WOULD NOT PICK IT. BUT COULD I BE PICKING ANOTHER. ONE THAT WORKS. THEN THIS IS WHAT I WOULD DO. *Furrows eyebrows and looks at the ground in thought.* HOWEVER WOULD BE MEANING THIS BODY WOULD HAVE NOTHING LIKE ME. NO SOUL. IS THIS POSSIBLE? *Taps her fingers against her arm. This was pretty abstract and weird to think about, and to talk about, for that matter.*

TC: *Kurloz nodded in agreement with Damara's feelings; a rotten body is no good to live in, and rather counterproductive to that goal... But the latter part, his head tilted and he gave an innocent shrug? Was it possible? The mime wasn't telling.*

TC: [CURIOUS MOTHERFUCKIN NOTIONS WHAT TO WRING YOUR SPONGE AT, NINJETTE. GET THEM FRESH CONUNDRUMS ROLLING RUDE ALL UP IN THINE LURID PAN. :o)]

AA: *She up from the floor after a bit of silence, checking for his written response. Her fingers keep tapping against her arm in thought and she raises her shoulders in a small shrug.* CURIOUS FUCKING OF MOTHER NOTIONS IS NOT WHAT WILL BE HELPING. CAN HAVE MANY OF THIS. WITHOUT ACTION NOT MUCH CAN BE PROVEN. *Sighs and uncrosses her arms.* SEEMS LIKE THE ONE WHO SHOULD HAVE HAD PAN PREPARED WAS I.

TC: *Though it would have been prudent to ask first, Kurloz still reached out to give Damara a consoling pat on the shoulder-- if she even allowed his hand anywhere near. His mile was small and sympathetic. Nobody's pan was ready for morgue shenanigans. Nobody's.*

TC: [IT'S AIGHT, MY SISTER. WHAT MUST BE DONE WAS MADE MOTHERFUCKIN COMPLETE AND AIN'T NO CONCERN WHAT OUGHT CLAW CRUEL WITHIN THINE SKULL. :o)]

AA: *Damara has no issues with touching, at least not visibly, so the pat is allowed. She nods slowly, seemingly still lost in thought.* YES. *Only briefly looked at the screen, and whether she actually read it or not nobody knows. She gets up from her seat.* THIS HAS BEEN INTERESTING. HOWEVER NO MORE TIME WILL BE TAKEN. HE HAS MUCH TO BE DOING. THANK YOU FOR HELPING WITH THIS BLOOD THING. *Bows her head, and gives him a small smile when she looks back up.* AND FOR AMUSING JUGGLING. *With that, she turns on her heel and makes her way out of the morgue, now suddenly having even more things to mull over.*

[08:52] AC: :33 < hi there!

[08:53] TC: :o)

[08:54] AC: :33 < purr the ships meowrtician right?

[08:56] TC: :o)

[08:56] AC: :33 < thats not a no! plus ive b33n meaning to talk to mew anyhow so this works out purrfectly! :)3

[08:59] TC: RARELY DOTH ONE SEEK OUT THE MOUTHPIECE OF THE DEAD FOR IDLE MOTHER FUCKING CHATTER. :o)

[09:01] AC: :33 < mew comewn with the dead? :OO

[09:01] AC: :33 < thats so cool!

[09:03] TC: ;o)

[09:05] AC: :33 < i dont s33 mew pawround the ship so often do mew stay in the morgue talking to efuryone down there?

[09:05] AC: :33 < espawcially with this last incident i bet mew have tons of new furriends!

[09:08] TC: HOMIES MOTHERFUCKING PLENTIFUL NOW CHILL WITHIN FRIGID TOMBS, WAITING UNTIL SCALPAL AND SCALE SHALL ESPY THE TRUTHS BEHIND THEIR LAMENTABLE DEMISE.

[09:10] AC: :33 < hmm..... oh! does that mean purr not done with them all yet?

[09:13] TC: IT SHALL BE TIME A WHILE BEFORE I WRAP THIS SHIT THE MOTHERFUCK UP. :o(

[09:14] AC: :33 < awww but at least its something inpurresting to do! plus mew can find out other neat things pawbout them furom it so hopefully it wont be so bad

[09:15] AC: :33 < it might be a little pawkward if they were watching mew purfurrm on their bodies though X3P

[09:19] TC: I AIN'T YET EXPERIENCED SUCH GHOSTLY VOYEURS ALL PEEPING AT MY SACRED WORK.

[09:19] TC: ;o)

[09:20] AC: :33 < yet!! thats the impurrtant word! h33h33h33h33

[09:22] TC: LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT MYSTICAL EVENTUALITY. IT MAY LIVEN UP THE NIGHT'S LONG TOILS.

[09:24] AC: :33 < do mew know what else would liven it up???

[09:25] TC: :o?

[09:26] AC: :33 < furriends! mew should spend more time pawround here!

[09:27] AC: :33 < hmmm unless ive b33n missing mew...

[09:27] AC: :33 < have mew b33n being sneaky?? :PP

[09:28] TC: ;o)

[09:29] TC: BLESSED WHIMSY ASIDE, AIN'T ENOUGH OF THE CHRONOLOGY BEQUEATHED TO ME FOR IDLE MOTHERFUCKIN LEISURE.

[09:29] TC: GOT THE HERETICAL DEAD STACKED THREE FUCKIN HIGH WITHIN THESE LOATHSOME COOLERS.

[09:29] TC: :o(

[09:30] AC: :(( < that really does sound like a pawful lot!

[09:30] AC: :33 < would mew like help?

[09:33] TC: THE RUDE INVADERS GOT ALL KINDS OF FUCKIN THRASHED AT OUR VICIOUS DIGITS. TIS THEIR LOSSES WHAT HAUNT MY SCHEDULE SO CRUELLY.

[09:33] TC: AS FOR A SHITBIT OF ASSISTANCE, IF PERFORMED WITH SECRECY UTMOST, THAT NOISE WOULD BE WICKED BENEFICIAL. :o)

[09:35] AC: :33 < i can k33p a secret fur a good purrrrice h33h33h33! if pur down there now then i can start right claway!

[09:39] TC: DOTH THOU HAVE ANY LEGIT MOTHER FUCKING EXPERIENCE WHEN IT COMES TO DISSECTING THEM WHAT AIN'T TO LIVE NO MORE, MY BROTHER?

[09:41] AC: :33 < absolutely! i could skin any animal clean better than just pawbout anyone and i would say im pawfully furmiliar with trolls given my own line of work but not this extensively to be pawnest!

[09:45] TC: AIGHT, HOMIE. EVEN IF THOU ART UNABLE TO ASSIST VISCERALLY, HELP HAULING ABOUT ALL THIS RUDE SHIT WOULD NOT GO AMISS.

[09:45] TC: :o)

[09:48] AC: :33 < okay ill be right ofur! :))

[09:57] TC: YOU GOT IT, BRO.

 [09:59] NEPETA: :33 < *It doesn't take long for Nepeta to make her way on down to the morgue, this would be the first time she's visited. She raps on the door and pokes her head in, getting a good look around hopefully she wouldn't smell any of the gross chemicals but she figured she just might, bleh*

[10:08] KURLOZ: *Kurloz is there, unfortunately accompanied by a plethora of gross smells! The door open automatically for Nepeta to enter, and the scent of preservation agents swept out into the hall along with a blast of cold air. The chemical scent was accompanied by both the cloying undercurrent of sickly sweet decay and the coppery tinge of blood and viscera; neither were pleasant, but it also wasn’t unbearable. It was just a grisly reminder of what this place was for. Kurloz himself stood over an opened "patient", fully clothed in protective gear, but already waving a bloody hand in Nepeta's direction. How friendly!*

[10:13] NEPETA: :33 < hi pur-...*That smell just makes her hair and tail stand while she shudder and makes a face, ewwww! This calls for action! So of course she captchas a facemask that looks very much like a cats mouth (that may or may not have jerky in it) and returns that wave* how do mew stand pawll the chemeowcals?? *gives another shudders but steps right on in to p33k at what he's doing*

[10:25] KURLOZ: *The mime gives Nepeta a thumbs up at the head gear, good work! He's wearing a surgical mask also, along with goggles and it looks a bit ridiculous. Using the hand that was still raised to wave, he points to the holographic screen that floated over the corpse. There was information on who it was (most of it unknown as it was one of the attackers), as well as what were apparently notes from him. On the opposite side in a small electronic window, new words appeared for Nepeta.*

[10:25] KURLOZ: [THE FRESH FUCKIN STENCH AIN'T NOTHING TO WHAT A MOTHERFUCKER CAN'T ADJUST. :o)]

[10:31] NEPETA: :33 < *Wide cat eyes p33p out that scr33n and the things on it. Some interesting things she couldn't tell just by tearing into someone but also not so much information. Hmph. She looks to the other window and waves her hand to waft the smell* that doesnt make it any less stinky but good point!

[10:32] NEPETA: :33 < *puts hands on her hips and looks over body, she would touch it but she doesn't want the chemicals on her hands* pawre mew remeowving anything fur studies or just mewtine searches? *because one sounds Awesome!*

[10:42] KURLOZ: *Kurloz had gone back to work, leaning in with what appeared to be a ribcracker as he moved to snap through some of the dead troll's ribs. It was a rather grisly sound, and after Kurloz finished one side (it took a while!) he moved to the opposite. Luckily with the transmitter on his temple, he could still talk.*

[10:42] KURLOZ: [THE CAUSE OF MOTHER FUCKING DEATH WEREN'T NOTHING BLATANT, SO IN DEPTH INVESTIGATION PROVED A RUDE NECESSITY. THOSE WHAT SERVE ABOVE US DEMAND THOROUGH REPORTS ON THEM CASUALTIES LEFT BEHIND.]

[10:47] NEPETA: :33 < *Her ears perk at the sound, one twitching while she watches. It was like cracking fift33n bones at once only it wasn't followed by the sound of sucking out marrow* they were acting purretty weird and disorganized one in pawrticular i fought was pawfully reckless

[10:48] NEPETA: :33 < *scratches at the air to illistrate* like a despawrate cornered beast with bad knife skills!

[10:55] KURLOZ: *Kurloz paused in his breaking of the other side of the ribcage, looking over at Nepeta as she mimed out the battle. His head tilted slightly in consideration for a moment before the sickening snap of bones filled the room again. Snap, snap, snap.*

[10:56] KURLOZ: [MANY OF THESE SCRUBS SUFFERED INJURIES THAT IMPLY NAUGHT BUT LOATHSOME COWARDICE. WOUNDS UPON THEIR FLANKS AND ALL MOTHER FUCKIN ELSE WHAT LAYS EXPOSED WHILE FLEEING.]

[10:56] KURLOZ: *Most of the injuries were also really blatant and only required an external examination because of that, unlike this asshole. Kurloz snapped the last rib and set his tool aside so he could yank the whole front of the breastbone free from the cadaver.*

[11:08] NEPETA: :33 < *she makes a face that's mostly hidden by the mask* hopefully meowstly in the flank! thats what they get fur being dumb and bad fighters *cowardice was right, though it's only natural for things to try and turn tail when things started to go badly. Nepeta still didn't care for it so much, it was just bad character she thinks.. Hm. either way her eyes are looking for any abnormalities that could've caused this ones death. It doesn't help that they all wore those robes or rags that made them hard to discern*

[11:27] KURLOZ: *There was nothing blatant at all on the surface, and once Kurloz had the rib cage out he set it aside so he could lead Nepeta over towards another part of the morgue with a cheerful, bloodied wave. Where he took her was a shelf that apparently held the protective gear, as there was extra pairs of goggles (almost like a welder’s hat, but plastic), white lab coats-slash-aprons and long, blue latex gloves for Nepeta to don before she dug into any of the bodies. Gotta keep the corpse clean from any outside contamination!*

[11:37] NEPETA: :33 < oh! *hums and puts on all the gear, she woulldn't want anything to splash on her and stink up her clothes so she put all the things on while chewing the jerky that may or may not be in her mask. She was pretty sufficiently covered by all this gear given how it hung down, down and further down on her. She was careful with the gloves so her claws wouldn't puncture straight through. Her jacket had to be pinned back with the sl33ves rolled up* h33h33h33 do i look like a purroper pawssistant meow?

[11:58] KURLOZ: *Kurloz, just like a creepy mime should, watched as Nepeta put everything on, though it seems his intent was more out of making sure protocol was followed than just being a creep. Maybe. Once she finished, he nodded and gave Nepeta a thumbs up before leading her back to the work table, ignorant to her possible sneaky jerky chewing. She must have a strong stomach for that!*

[11:58] KURLOZ: [AIGHT MY SISTER, SAMPLES MUST BE SNATCHED THE MOTHER FUCK UP FROM THIS UNFORTUNATE HORROR SHOW. BRING ME SOME OF THE SMALL CONTAINERS OVER YONDER SO I MAY DEPOSIT A TENDER MORSEL WITHIN THEIR DEPTHS.]

[09:49] NEPETA: :33 < *How could she possibly resist the jerky goodness? It was right there making her mask all delicious, she couldn't not have a nibble* aye aye docpurr! *she gathers up as many containers as she could hold and brought them over*

[09:49] NEPETA: :33 < i will say its a shame all the tender bits pawre contaminated by the chemeowcials i know a lizard that would love them!

[09:51] KURLOZ: *With the various protective gear over his face, Kurloz was unable to appropriately send Nepeta a questioning look, so the hologram had to do it for him instead while he loaded up the containers with necessary bits for toxicology exams.*

[09:52] KURLOZ: [:o?]

[09:56] NEPETA: :33 < h33h33h33 my lizard spiny! shes an eastern pawlternian terrornatile! *The kind with the numbing spit and paralysis venom, the fun kind! She pops those lids on the containers as he loads them up* i found purr on one of my jobs and got clawtached!

[09:56] NEPETA: :33 < *Partially a shame because the rest of them were tasty but she made a friend out of it so it was still a win!*

[09:58] KURLOZ: *Though it may have been obfuscated by his eye gear, Kurloz still raised both of his eyebrows in an appreciative manner as he deposited the last hunk of viscera into the containers.*

[09:58] KURLOZ: [AND THEM WHAT PRESIDE OVER US HATH TURNED AN OCULAR BLIND TO THINE IMPROMPTU MOTHER FUCKING PET?]

[10:02] NEPETA: :33 < the captains? oh well... i had to ask purranea furrst and she said it was fine but that was a few pounds ago ... *Spiny is a healthy growing lizard after all. She thinks about this and wiggles a container a little. Livers were always so weird and flat but still jiggly? A regular solquid in action*

[10:15] KURLOZ: *The liver jiggled pleasingly for Nepeta, milking its existence for all it was worth. Jiggle jiggle. The body mime ignored the liver and it's passion for fulfilling its existence and nodded in response to Nepeta.*

[10:15] KURLOZ: [REGRET MIGHT HAUNT OUR EXALTED MOTHER FUCKIN LEADER IF THE BEAST DOTH GROW ENOUGH TO DISPLACE YOU FROM YOUR BITCHIN CRIB. :o)]

[10:15] KURLOZ: *Kurloz gestured at a nearby table ready for Nepeta to set the items on before he leaned in to begin a visual examination of the corpse's heart.*

[10:24] NEPETA: :33 < *Good liver, reach for the stars. Or maybe the top of the container is a good place to start but she doesn't shake it since he n33ds all these things. While moving them Nepeta read the message and moved on over to arrange them in no particular order. She gave a giggle and grinne behind the mask*

[10:24] NEPETA: :33 < oh it would be much much mew late by then! no take backsies are the claw of the land!

[10:45] KURLOZ: *Kurloz grinned at Nepeta beneath his mask, the grin large enough that it even reflected in his eyes. He could respect that outlook. Thankfully the holographic screen made it more clear with a little ">:o)" popping up on screen. Afterwards, however, he wanted to finish up with this corpse and his idle prodding had begun to uncover some very familiar signs. He waved Nepeta closer, and if she chose to, he would begin carefully shifting the heart around, pointing out markings and damage to the aortic valves and other parts of the troll's blood pumper. Cardiac arrest. This particular invader died of a heart attack rather than any actual combat. Amazing.*

[10:45] KURLOZ: *After everything had been recorded and, hopefully with Nepeta's help, cleaned up with the previous corpse shoved into disposal storage, Kurloz and a fresh one on the slab... taken from the same container they had just put the previous one in. It already had a stitched up Y incision on its torso, so the real question was why did Kurloz haul out a corpse he had already investigated? His mask was tugged down and he was grinning at Nepeta in a manner that was a bit too eager.*

[10:51] NEPETA: :33 < *She had to admit it was pretty cool being able to tell how something died and from cardiac arrest! That was neat that just looking at one part could tell that, she had more than half a pan to try and scare an animal to death and s33 if it would be the same. After getting that guy finished Nepeta was pretty interested in working on the next one! This was more fascinating than she thought and Kurloz was a fun guy! With this next corpse she leaned on the slab and looked at it, well it was stitched up... hmm... she tipped her head then looked at Kurloz*

[10:52] NEPETA: :33 < *grins are infectious and now shes grinning and wags a finger* what are mew up to meowster???

[10:57] KURLOZ: [CURIOSITY DOTH FLOW THROUGH MY MOTHER FUCKIN BONES AS TO IF THEM BITCHIN SKINNING SKILLS WHAT YOU DID BOAST CAN BE APPLIED TO THE DECEASED MOTHER FUCKER WHAT LIES UPON THIS HALLOWED SLAB. :o)]

[10:57] KURLOZ: *Yep. That was certainly a "request" that just happened.*

[11:02] NEPETA: :33 < *GASPS* really??? thats so gross!! XPP *She still sounds excited for that, though she's never skinned a troll before, she's never really had much use of troll hide. She looks down at the body obviously thinking, it felt a little weird. Pretty weird actually but she couldn't say she wasn't curious!* what could we make out of it?

[11:21] KURLOZ: *Kurloz seemed glad that Nepeta wasn't wholly opposed to the idea despite her initial reaction, and upon her question he reached up to tap the side of his chin thoughtfully as he glanced towards the ceiling to consider it. A moment later and he merely shrugged, his smirk softening to imply uncertainty.*

[11:21] KURLOZ: [CRAFTING MAY FACTOR IN ONCE THE DEED IS SLAMMED DOWN, LOCKED IN AND MOTHER FUCKING FINISHED, HOMIE. THE SPECIAL SCIENCE YOU USE TO STRIP THE MOTHERFUCKER OF HIS HIDE DOTH INTEREST ME MORE THAN THE RESULTS OF THIS WICKED EXERTION. :o)]

[11:34] NEPETA: :33 < oh! well it would be fun coming up with something togefur! *Now she takes off the gloves and moves her own mask, hopefully her hands wouldn't smell like the preservation chemicals or at least she hopes that Kurloz has a nice strong soap!* typically i mews my claws and its a whole lot easier to start in fleshier arepaws!

[11:35] NEPETA: :33 < *she wouldn't think to bother with the hands or f33t but she wanted to show off a little! Her claws sank easily into the thick troll hide and carved just around the Y stitches before extending outward. She stayed just below that layer of skin, using one hand to hold and pull taut while her claws on the other hand cut the heavier flesh from it. At the fingers she used her pinky manuvering betw33n the digits, her tongue poked out in concentration*

[11:45] KURLOZ: *The highblood made no move to get in her way, keeping his distance so he could watch her work carefully. He had even drawn his fingers across the hologram, activating a camera above to record Nepeta's movements so he had record of how she skinned the troll between them. His head was tilted as he watched, finger crooked against his chin while he drank in her deft movements. It was impressive to watch her work, and Kurloz ended up walking around the table to crouch down near Nepeta's side to get a better view of exactly how she delicately cut around each of the troll's fingers. Troll skin was tough and how her claws could slice through it so skillfully was utterly beautiful... in a morbid kind of way.*

[12:05] NEPETA: :33 < *Every so often her tail would flick while she worked, nothing was more satisfying than a cleanly cut pelt. It was important to k33p too much extra meat from hanging off it and her lusus made sure she could get herself a good amount of pelts. To be honest it was massively under appreciated and it's b33n SWEEPS since Nepeta had a good challenge to test her skills so she was pretty determined to not mess up though getting to the back was a bit more difficult. After humming shortly she turned to the mime by her side and pointed* could mew help me hold him up so i can get the back? rolling him on this space s33ms like a pawful hassle when id have to flip him back ofur again!

[12:15] KURLOZ: *Nepeta's constitution to see to skinning some anonymous troll with such gusto was impressive to Kurloz; not many were so eager to get messy when it came to handling the dead (even among trolls where violent deaths were normalized within their culture), so when Nepeta asked for his assistance she was more than happy to help however he could. He moved around to the side, his long, bony arms reaching out to lift the corpse up with surprising ease. His high blood physiology blessed him with strength far beyond what he appeared to be capable of with his skeletal physique, and it came in handy when he had to manhandle large, unwieldy corpses in various states of rigor mortis. Thankfully their current test subject was past that particularly troublesome stage and bent easily as Kurloz held him up so Nepeta could continue her fascinating work.*

[12:24] NEPETA: :33 < *The cat troll clapped gratefully* thank mew! just dont drop him! *As much as that was a joke she was also serious, it would be pretty gross to get trapped beneath the work table and the half-skinned former cult member! Either way she was back at it and made swift work of the back since there wasn't usually so much to go around and then padded over to the other side to finish it up with the same care she gave the first. After she finished the back she continued on her path up to the other side of the Y. Delicate with the fingers and using larger sw33ps for the large portions of skin until she was finished and the corpse was left with no skin from the neck to the waist. She held it up and wiggled it a little in presentation* tada!

[12:35] KURLOZ: *Ohhh yes. Now that was the ticket! As amusing as it may have been and fitting of a capricious clown faced asshole to drop the corpse on Nepeta to see her reaction, Kurloz held it upright, a perfect gentletroll as she made the final incisions for the first part and soon presented Kurloz with a beautifully removed troll skin. Kurloz eagerly gave (quiet) applause in appreciation for her mad skills, smiling wide around his stitches. Nepeta was fast, very fast, and also very thorough and Kurloz admired her work as he leaned in to gently glide his bony fingers over the the troll hide.*

[12:35] KURLOZ: [HOW DOTH ONE PREPARE THIS BITCH TITS MOTHER FUCKIN SKIN NOW THAT IT AIN'T NO LONGER ATTACHED TO THE LIFELESS FUCKER IT ADORNED :o?]

[12:44] NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta grinned wide, her ears perked while her tail gave pleased waves back and forth. That felt nice to finally do, she let Kurloz examine her work as much as he pleased and thought on that* hmm well meowstly i would use pawlot of salt and a few ofur things to purrserve it but the chemeowcals do a good job of k33ping ir furom falling apawrt still i would reclawmend it to dry it out at least!

[12:44] NEPETA: :33 < that way when we figure out what we can make itll be much much easier!

KURLOZ: *Drying it out, yes. Kurloz nodded an affirmative; cobbling together a makeshift drying rack wouldn't be a hard task and he gave her a thumbs up.*

KURLOZ: [I SHALL DESSICATE THIS BIT OF HELLMIRTH SO WE MIGHT UTILIZE IT FOR SOME WICKED ACCOUTREMENTS WHAT AIN'T NAUGHT BUT A MORBID DELIGHT. :o)]

KURLOZ: *As the words flew up he already moved to jury rig a pole they could hang iton in the corner, though it was a temporary solution until Kurloz found a much better (and secret) place since skinning the dead and keeping their pelts would probably make the upper ranks VERY UNHAPPY.* [CLEAN SHEETS DOTH LIE BENEATH THE SLAB, WRAP THAT NAKED MOTHERFUCKER UP SO WE AIN’T NEED HIS MEAT LYING THERE STILL.]

NEPETA: :33 < *Nepeta watched him set up the drying rack with a pleased smile.* ok! *and then she gets to wrapping and looks at the troll once more* oh! i furgot but anofur reason i spoke to mew is beclaws i wanted horns! im making my furriends purrvivor necklaces fur not dying in the boarding!

NEPETA: :33 < since mew s33m to be fine with these things i could even make mew a rain makpur! ...though it sounds more like rain on wet sand its still nice! X33

KURLOZ: *Once the skin was secured in place, Kurloz looked back at Nepeta with a grin.*

KURLOZ: [HORNS PLENTY DOTH LIE WITHIN MY POSSESSION, MY FELINE NINJETTE.] *He headed back to where she was, as well as the wall of fridges, pulling five of them open to expose the three-stacked corpses inside. His disposal storage was already packed full so he still had considerable overflow, and the last one he opened even managed to have four crammed inside as two of the occupants were on the smaller si

KURLOZ: de.*

KURLOZ: [THESE MOTHERFUCKERS AIN'T SERVE NO PURPOSE NO MORE, HELP THINE MOTHER FUCKING SELF, SISTER. JUST DON’T SPILL NO RUDE NOISE ON THIS ARRANGEMENT, AIGHT? ;o)] *The offer of a rainstick, however, confused him. He had vague understanding of what those were, and after the words he held up his hands as though holding a long staff, tilting it back and forth as if to verify if thats what Nepeta meant.

NEPETA: :DD < yay!!! thank mew! ill keep it really quiet i purrrrrromise!! *she claps those messy, bloody hands and gives him a big smile before pointing at his gesture* yes! just like that!! *Without further ado she makes her way to the head of this poor troll, puts her hands on either horn and then SNAP! there they go. She's gonna stock up on horns and puts those two in a pile before getting to snapping

NEPETA: now that she has PURRMISSION to go nuts!*

KURLOZ: *While the disposal bodies were already out of his control (they were logged in and the drones controlled the alkaline hydrolysis machines), there was still an excess of corpses.*

KURLOZ: [I SHALL ACCEPT THINE OFFERING OF THAT STRANGE DEVICE, O MY SISTER, AND IN RETURN ONCE MORE CORPSES HATH BEEN PROCESSED I SHALL DELIVER THE EXCESS HORNS INTO THINE OPEN PAWS. :o)] *Since it was on the screen he had to turn it to face Nepeta and tap her shoulder to let her know he had said something.*

NEPETA: :33 < *turns after snapping two more pairs off and turns when he tapped her shoulder, looks UP at the tall troll and then to the screen he turned*

NEPETA: :OO < really??? thats so sw33t of mew!!

KURLOZ: *The mime shrugged his shoulders dimissively, raising a hand and waving off Nepeta's thanks; no big deal.*

KURLOZ: [THE DEAD AIN'T GOT NO USE FOR THAT SHIT ANY LONGER, SISTER. NO MOTHERFUCKIN WORRIES OUGHT CLAW ALL AT THY TENDER PAN. :o)]

NEPETA: :33 < pawlease purrloz! *No hand waving here mister! Kurloz was just a big tall nice mime mantroll. He's going to get one heck of a hug after she collects all these horns and takes off all this DUMB protective wear. In the end she collects a NICE pile of horns in her sylladex and scrubs her hands of all blood and CHUCKED the dirty things, umm... in a containment bin?*

KURLOZ: *Plenty of bins to use! Kurloz didn't think to offer her one, but she'd find one easily enough. Kurloz had, after smiling at her, moved to collect the sheet-covered corpse and swiftly snap its horns off before bringing it to the storage shelf it was originally in. Stuff stuff cram stuff. He had it back in with its friends in no time and moved on to busying himself with removing all of his gear while Nepeta worked. He was certainly ready for a break.*

NEPETA: :33 < *She was mighty proud of her new collection of horns and her new friend! Once they were both clear of all the gear Nepeta helds open her arms to give Kurloz a BIG FELINE hug* it was sooooooooo nice to m33t mew!

KURLOZ: *Oh shit, physical contact! Kurloz didn't mind and he returned Nepeta's sudden hug without hesitation, his own touch controlled so his lanky arms didn't wrap around her like some bony anaconda. Her help was certainly appreciated, and just a change from his usual schedule was welcome enough. Kurloz stepped back from the hug after an appropriate amount of time, his smile as wide and unassuming as it was before.*

AA: i have questi0ns

AA: maybe y0u can answer them

TC: :o)

AA: have y0u ever heard 0f dead b0dies being br0ught back t0 life

TC: :o?

AA: reviving c0rpses

TC: INTRIGUING MOTHERFUCKIN INQUIRY WHAT THOU HATH SLAMMED DOWN BEFORE ME, MY SISTER.

AA: yes it is intriguing

AA: that is why im asking y0u

TC: LOGICALLY IT IS NAUGHT BUT AN IMPOSSIBILITY TO COAX DEAD FLESH INTO ACTUAL MOTHER FUCKIN LIFE.

AA: maybe we are n0t talking l0gically

TC: AIN'T NO SPECIALTY MINE TO PRY INTO SHIT WHAT AIN'T ALL KINDS OF MOTHER FUCKING LEGITIMATE.

AA: s0 y0u d0nt kn0w 0f any 0pti0ns

TC: :o)

AA: y0u have my b0dy

TC: :o)

AA: i want t0 be able t0 use it again

TC: ...

TC: YOUR OLD FLESH DOTH LINGER STILL, THOUGH WHETHER A WOOLBEAST'S MANE HATH BEEN PULLED ACROSS MY EYES IS SOMETHING I'VE YET TO DE MOTHERFUCKIN TERMIN.

AA: i am n0t f00ling y0u

TC: :o)

TC: THAN BESTOW UPON ME EVIDENCE TO PROVE THE VERACITY OF THINE INCREDIBLE CLAIMS.

AA: what kind 0f evidence d0 y0u want

AA: are y0u aware 0f any 0f my hist0ry

TC: PERHAPS.

AA: what d0 y0u want me t0 tell y0u

AA: i can meet up with y0u but i am inhabiting a r0b0tic chassis

TC: THE ONE FROM THE MIRTHFUL PRODUCTION IN WHAT OUR ASSOCIATES DID PARTAKE?

AA: yes

AA: that was me

AA: and it still is

AA: me

AA: i kn0w what i can tell y0u

AA: i can tell y0u h0w i died

AA: which y0u kn0w is c0mpletely different fr0m what y0u have rec0rded

AA: but y0u knew the truth

AA: because y0u are well versed in the ways 0f the dead and dying

AA: and y0u were c0mmanded t0 c0ver it up

TC: YES. THE MANNER OF YOUR DEMISE HATH BEEN KEPT BENEATH LOCK AND MOTHERFUCKING KEY AT THE ORDERS FROM THEM WHO IS ABOVE US LOWLY PEEPS.

AA: i f0ught with the pers0n wh0 killed me

AA: she punched me in the head

AA: i tried t0 fight back until she sh0ved me and i staggered back

AA: l0st my f00ting

AA: and the impact 0f the fall int0 the water killed me

TC: THOSE ARE ACCURATE EXPLANATIONS TO THE NATURE OF THE INJURIES I DETECTED UPON THE BODY.

AA: d0 y0u believe me n0w

TC: PERHAPS.

TC: TIME WILL MOTHER FUCKING TELL. :o)

AA: i guess s0

AA: if y0u find anything 0ut

AA: tell me

TC: :o)

[11:34] AA: HELLO. MANY APOLOGIES FROM HEART TO BE BOTHERING YOU. HOWEVER WONDERED IF COULD TAKE MOMENT OF TIME?

[11:34] AA: I AM DAMARA. NICE TO MEET. HAVE BEEN GOING AROUND CREW WITH GIFT. WAS WONDERING IF WOULD TAKE TIME TO ACCEPT THIS?

[11:38] TC: IF THOU AIN'T MOTHERFUCKING DISINCLINED FROM SUCH GENEROUS NOTIONS BY MAKING A SOJOURN TO THE MOTHER FUCKIN CORPSE CRIB, I SHALL GRACIOUSLY ACCEPT THAT SWEET MOTHER FUCKING OFFERING. :o)

[11:41] AA: OH. WOULD BE NO TROUBLE. I WILL COME TO THIS CRADLE OF CORPSES. WILL MAKE SWIFT TO NOT WASTE LOT OF TIME, YES? SEE YOU IN MOMENTS SHORT.

[11:42] TC: :o)

[11:43] -- aesopianAlgedonic [AA] gave up trolling tantalizingCacaesthesia [TC] at 11:43 --

Damara: *Moments short later Damara found herself outside the "corpse crib" aka the morgue. She was used to this kind of thing, honestly, but she figured she should put on some kind of "oh no" act. Since she was just "innocent civilian teehee". She rolled her eyes, knocking on the door before entering. She had a grin plastered on her face, carrying a knitted sweater under her one arm.* HELLO? HERE I AM.

Kurloz: *Kurloz was in there but he wasn't looking like the happiest mime. Safety goggles and a face mask were hanging haphazardly around his neck, his bloodied smock (with a smattering of colors) still on as he sat at his desk and furiously shuffled through paperwork. He seemed to be looking for something and having little luck judging by how his eyebrows were furrowed and he frowned unhappily at the documents in hand. He glanced up when she spoke and distractedly beckoned her in before continuing to leaf through the paperwork in exasperation. As usual a corpse lay on one of his slabs, and if Damara was especially savvy about corpse regulations she may note that the corpse was lacking an identification tag of any kind.*

Damara: *It would seem she would have to keep this brief if she wanted things to go over well here. She kept smiling, but made sure to have it fade once she glanced over at the corpse. It really was no big woop. Have you seen one dead body then you've seen them all. She makes a show to shudder and look away quickly though. Quickly moving over to the mime, she took a deep bow, holding out the sweater to him. It was a oversized, well, or in his tall case, regular sized, knitted sweater. It was a replica of the basic TUMUT uniform, with purple detailing and KURLOZ MAKARA written on the back of it. It looks exceptionally fluffy.* THANK YOU FOR TAKING TIME OUT OF BUSY THINGS. PLEASE ACCEPT HUMBLE GIFT.

Kurloz: *While normally curious to see the response of civilians to his work, right now he couldn't even think to glance over and check with the bureaucratic nightmare that had been dropped into his hands. Once Damara was close enough to be next to him he did manage to set the paperwork down to stand up and face her, his hand starting to move to offer a shake of greeting before Damara bowed and presented the unexpected gift. Kurloz caught on quickly and returned the bow, his own polite and not as deep as Damara's, but as he did he reached out to accept the sweater from her.*

Kurloz: *Soft, fluffy sweaters were not usually his "thing", but once it was in his hands he couldn't help but admire the texture against his fingers and the detailing as well. He stood up straight to turn it over in his hands, smiling with apparent good cheer as he did.*

Damara: *Damara does not stand up before the sweater is taken off her hands. She folds her hands in front of herself, finally taking a good look at the doctor. It was kind of awkward given the insane height difference, but hey. She tilts her head a little as she watches his reaction, smiling hopefully.* IS ACCEPTABLE? *She gave a small quizzing thumbs up, figuring he wouldn't be able to speak with his mouth stitched up like that. Some people take their fashion statements a tad too far, it seemed.*

Kurloz: *Fashion was a lifestyle, not just a statement! Or, maybe it was something more. It was hard to tell with Kurloz who seemed content to smile rather than communicate half the time. Regardless his expression seemed genuine enough as he looked at the stitching of his name, cradling it with his forearm as his opposite hand traced over the letters. Even if it wasn't his thing, there was no denying excellent craftsmanship. After draping it over the crook of his elbow, Kurloz raised both hands to present Damara a thumbs up, nodding his head (his hair was tied back so the bounce of his wild curls was depressingly absent) enthusiastically in response. Following the thumbs up he pointed at the sweater before raising a hand, making a circle with his thumb and index finger while allowing the rest of his fingers to fan out above while he winked slow enough where it wouldn’t be missed. It was a human gesture he picked up, hopefully Damara would understand.*

Damara: *She watches him as he moved the sweater about in his hands, and it did look like he liked it. At least the feel of it, if nothing else. She moves her head back in a straight position, grinning broadly at the thumbs up. She clapped her hands together once, beaming once he mimed the next thing.* TRULY? THEN I AM MOST HAPPY! GLAD THAT IT HAS BROUGHT SOME JOY TO MYSTERIOUS KURLOZ. *Her voice is cheerful.* WAS WORRIED. SWEATER IS NOT THING FOR EVERYONE.

Kurloz: *For a brief moment, Kurloz imagined dressing one of his corpses in the sweater to see what it would be like, before dismissing it to shrug his shoulders, his head tilted in a way that was almost innocent, as though he wasn't in all actuality a towering, purple blooded troll who spent most of his time with the deceased. He shook his head afterwards before pointing to the sweater again, his own chest and then a sweeping gesture around the morgue. Afterwards it was a matter of folding his arms over his chest, rubbing the upper parts of them and even shivering a little in an exaggerated display of being cold. The morgue may have been chilly for most, but honestly it didn't bother Kurloz and his cold blood. At least he could imply it. As skinny as he was it could be true.*

Damara: *Damara continues to watch him with polite interest, although there were other things she would rather be checking out. The corpses, for instance. But maybe she could sneak down here during the day or something, unless humans happened to work down here as well. She nods knowingly, eyebrows furrowing as she gives a small smile of sympathy.* YES. MUST BE COLD TO WORK DOWN HERE WITH DEAD. AM GLAD DOCTOR KURLOZ WILL NOW FIND SOME WARMTH? THIS DOES NOT COME FROM BEAUTIFUL DEAD. *Whoops, slip of the tongue there. Time to backpedal.* BECAUSE DEATH CAN BE BEAUTIFUL, NO? GREAT UNIFIER OF EVERYTHING. *She puts her hands to her face.* SORRY. THIS IS VERY STUPID THING TO SAY. IS VERY SERIOUS WORK AND THING. PLEASE FORGIVE ME AND OWN VIEW.

Kurloz *Kurloz didn't seem to find it stupid, and instead one of his brows quirked at her words, interest stealing into his features as he peered down at Damara. After a moment's consideration, he set the sweater down, carefully folding it so that it could rest on one of the empty parts of his desk before he walked around it, one of his limbs moving with sinuous grace as he motioned for Damara to follow him as he moved. He was headed to the slab and troublesome corpse he was dealing with, stopping alongside it and spreading his hands over the rigid cadaver as though he were a ringmaster presenting the next performance.*

Kurloz: *The corpse itself was hardly beautiful; it had clearly sat for some time, about two days, before it had been found. The climates was dry, sterile and not overly warm, so thankfully there was a lack of bugs or anything else, but the flesh was desiccated and discolored. Hardly beautiful by any normal standard with how the face was marred by death in a rather grisly and in-human (trollish, actually) way, yet Kurloz was looking at Damara expectantly.*

Damara: *She peered at him from behind her fingers, expecting him to seem kind of thrown off. Since her comment didn't really match up with the facade she put up for everyone here. Although, he seemed to have quite the opposite reaction. It was surprising, but at least that meant no suspicion had arisen. At least as far as she could tell, she was no mind reader, after all. She removes her hands from her face, tilting her head a little as Kurloz motioned at her. She does follow, standing next to him by the slab. Figures she shouldn't bother with acting disgusted toward it now, since she already slipped up. She looks at the body, her expression blank at first, then she stepped a little closer, head tilted curiously to the side.* CANNOT HAVE FOUND DEATH LONG AGO. STILL PRETTY. LIKE DOLL. *She says calmly, just eyeing the corpse up and down. Noting that it didn't have any tag on it.* IS YOUR JOB TO FIND OUT CAUSE, YES? *Turns her head to Kurloz, one eyebrow slightly raised.*

Kurloz: *If the mime was satisfied with her response, he didn't show it. His smile was safe and small, perhaps even bland as he looked back and forth from Damara and the corpse that lay between them, and when Damara asked if it was his job, he nodded slowly, reaching down to idly glide a bare digit across the handle of a scalpel that lay on the equipment table by his hip. His eyes slid along the array of grisly instruments before he finally redirect the purple of his gaze to her, a slow and perhaps even sinister smile spreading across his stitched up lips. He made no motion after that, just watching her with that expression and giving no other indication as to /why/ he was.*

Damara: *Damara had turned her attention back to the mime doctor, giving a short nod in response to his. Her attention shifted back to the corpse lying there on the slab, had it been her old self standing there, then she would most certainly have felt bad, or disgusted, or both. But now? She didn't really feel anything. She had seen countless dead bodies, most of them dying by her hands, and it had been so easy to get emotionally detatched. They were all just bags of flesh and blood, in the end.* MUST BE GOOD JOB. DEAL WITH DEAD. PEACEFUL QUIET. THEY CANNOT HURT YOU WITH WORDS. *She spoke lowly, looking at Kurloz in the corner of her eye. Turning fully around to face him, raising an eyebrow at him.* WHY LOOKING LIKE THIS? SURPRISED BY MY FEELINGS ON MATTER?

Kurloz: *He raised a hand, shaking his head at her latter question, the former taking a little more effort to relay than miming alone. Aware that some level of formality between them had been peeled away but a similar lack of fear nor disgust for the dead, he was picking up the transmitter he usually affixed to his temple to take notes, and on rare occasions, communicate.*

Kurloz: OFT PEACEFUL, BUT NEVER THE MOTHER FUCKING RULE. TO ESPY THE CAUSE OF THIS HOMIE'S DEATH IS A TASK LEFT POSTPONED AS THERE AIN'T NO RECORD OF THIS NAMELESS FUCK. TIS THE LIVING AND THEIR STATUTE WHAT DOTH TAINT THIS BLITHESOME TASK.

Damara: *Her eyes follow the transmitter as he picked it up, one eyebrow still raised in mild confusion. It moves back down once he "speaks" however, her lips curving upwards. This made it far easier to actually communicate, so that was something.* THE DEAD GIVING TROUBLE, NO? BEAUTIFUL, PERHAPS, BUT NOT MUCH HELPFUL. CAN UNDERSTAND THIS PROBLEM. *She turns her head back to the corpse, her hand on the edge of the slab, tapping a finger against it.* SUCH A WASTE. HAVING TO BE WAITING AROUND, NO? POOR THING WILL WITHER AWAY. *Small sigh, and she turns back to the doctor, seeming bemused.* UNLESS MAKE MUMMIES? *Damara that's not funny. Stop your morbid sense of humor, you.*

Kurloz *The nod Kurloz gave was sage and sombre regarding the helpfulness of the dead.* THIS BROTHER AIN'T LIKELY TO SPILL NO NOISE AT ME ON THE IDENTITY WHAT HE KEPT. THOSE LIPS SHALL NOT PONDEROUSLY OPEN TO EXUDE THE FRESH FUCKIN TRUTH NO MORE.

Kurloz: *It would be so easily if the corpse could just tell him, but alas it was up to him to track through the shipments from a bit ago and figure out which ship sent him an unmarked body. It was doable but time consuming, especially getting someone willing to identify the body or take the time to check their own records. He let out a sigh, but cheered up considerably at the thought of mummification.* OFT HAVE I CONSIDERED SUCH A WHIMSICAL END. TO CRAFT A MEMENTO MORI FROM THE RESIDUUM OF ONES EXISTENCE WOULD BE ONE NINJALICIOUS INTENT.

Damara: *Peeking at the corpse from the corner of her eyes, she gave a small shrug.* PERHAPS REANIMATE. LIKE IN STORIES OF MONSTER AND DOCTOR. *She waves a hand in front of herself though.* HOWEVER SILLY. THERE WILL BE NO NOISE OF TRUTH. IS SHAME. *She lets ot a small sigh, not really feeling all that bummed out, but she is just kind of playing along. It is hard to feel bummed out about some dead person you never knew, or would care to get to know in the first place, had they been alive. She continues to muse at Kurloz, eyebrow raised once more. It wasn't often people enjoyed talking about this kind of thing, and who could blame them, really.* HAVE DONE THIS? WHAT WOULD DO? THINK MUMMIFICATION FROM SWAMP IS BEST. SOMEHOW LEAVES BODY INTACT. HOWEVER WOULD NOT BE FOUND. BORING THING, NO? CAN NOT SCARE PEOPLE IN DEATH LIKE SO. GOOD DOCTOR WOULD LIKE BEING LIKE BANDAGED MUMMY IN MOVIES? *Slight smirk at the thought.* CREEP ON PEOPLE IN DARK?

Kurloz: *Regarding the concept of creeping on people, Kurloz just offered an innocent shrug and vaguely quizzical smile, as though he didn't understand what she was implying, though he also seemed to be thinking deeply on manners of mummification and what ones he found the most fascinating. He had a finger to his jaw, tapping it gently in apparent thought as he considered it, and a few beats passed before the holographic window began to type.*

Kurloz: THE WARMBLOODED MOTHERFUCKERS WITH WHOM WE COMMUNE HAVE RITUALS WHAT ARE MOST INGENIOUS. MUMMIFICATION FORGED AND MANU-FUCKIN-FACTURED WITH SALTS AND NATRON TO WITHER THE CORRUPTIBLE FLESH. IN BANDAGES WERE THEY WRAPPED AND THE MOST PIOUS NOISE WAS SPILT TO GUIDE THEM DECEASED MOTHER FUCKERS ALL TO THE ECHO SIDE.

Kurloz: *As the words came up, Kurloz's hand lifted to reference the larger screen where he kept his data, a few gestures bringing up the knowledge database the ship held of both troll and human cultures so he could quickly bring up visual aids of the ancient egyptian mummies he spoke of.*

Damara: *Damara's smirk only intensified by that shrug, offering a small one in return. She watched him ponder with, for once, genuine interest. She didn't know all that much about the human tradition of mummification, other than what she had seen in movies, so it was pretty interesting. She mostly knew of the whole "natural mummification" thing from swamps and whatnot, hell, she had disposed of bodies like that. Her eyes moving to the other screen when Kurloz brought up the visual aids. Crossing her arms across her chest, she turns her burgundy eyes back to the highblood, musing.* KNOW MUCH OF THIS, DOES HE NOT? BUT HAS NEVER HAD CHANCE TO TRY THIS? *She gestures to the screen.* WOULD THINK HAVE HAD SUCH CHANCE. PERHAPS NOT IN DESCRIPTION OF JOB. MUST PERFORM SUCH THING IN SOLITUDE AND SECRECY.

Kurloz: *Kurloz raised a brow at her, his grin practically devilish as he spread his hands in a "who knows" sort of way.*

Kurloz: I AIN'T PRIVY TO SUCH DOPE MOTHER FUCKING LUXURIES. AIN'T NO SEPULCHER WHAT DOTH AWAIT THE FORTUNE TO ENVELOPE SACRED CARCASSES WITHIN ITS MARBLE FUCKIN MAW. PROFESSIONAL PRIDE AND PROTOCOL DICTATES CLEAN DISPOSAL WHAT BEQUEATHS A NUTRIENT RICH BOON TO FEED THOSE WHOM STILL ENDURE.

Kurloz: *He gestured towards his table and the mountain of paperwork he was just flipping through. Beaurocracy was alive and well aboard the Umbral Ultimatum.

Damara: *She held back laughter, producing a small snorting sound in the process, from the way he responded to her question. "Who knows"? Right. She had a feeling he did know, but simply didn't feel like sharing this information.* OF COURSE. VERY SILLY TO ASK THIS. *She tilts her head forward, one eyebrow raised as her smirk turns into a almost sympathetic smile.* GOOD DOCTOR IS MOST PROFESSIONAL, YES? BUT PERHAPS IN FUTURE OPPORTUNITY OF LUXURY WILL ARISE. *She waves a hand in front of her, still all smiles. Turning her head in direction to the paperwork when he gestured toward it.* OF COURSE. IS WHAT MOST PEOPLE WANT. QUICK AND CLEAN AND PROFESSIONAL. *That can apply to her work as well, and she is smirking again.* HOWEVER. SEE MUCH PAPERWORK. PERHAPS SHOULD NOT BOTHER? *Headtilt.*

Kurloz: *Perhaps in the future, huh? Kurloz gently cradled one elbow while his other hand came to lay an index finger against one of his gaunt cheeks while he considered her and the opportunity she spoke of, though his final say on that concept was just another shrug and a far more gormless smile. If it happened, it happened, but the paperwork...*

Kurloz: NO TAG NO MOTHER FUCKIN DATA. I'M SEEKING ERUDITION AS TO WHERE THIS RIGID MOTHERFUCKER'S HUSK ONCE HAILED. EVEN THE MOST SANCTIMONIOUS FOLLOWERS OF THIS LOATHSOME BUREAUCRACY ALLOW SUCH NINJAS TO SLIP THROUGH THE SIEVE WHEN THEY AIN’T OUGHT DO ANY SUCH THING.

Kurloz: *He allowed some frustration to filter through his features in the form of a scowl directed towards the paperwork. Oh well, he had to sort that out. He shook his head, making a dismissive gesture before plucking off the transmitter and returning to his desk and the mess that awaited him.*

Damara: *Damara only smirked, arms crossed against her chest as she leaned a little bit back to look at Kurloz' face. At his less than enthusiastic response, she simply shrugged her shoulders and turned that smirk into a small smile instead. Her eyes move over to the corpse once more whilst Kurloz "speaks".* NOT EVEN TOOTH RECORD? SUCH ELUSIVE TROUBLESOME FRIEND THIS ONE IS. *She gives the corpse a small pet on the hand, before turning away.* SEEM LIKE HIGH UPS LEAVE MOST WORK TO OTHERS. HOWEVER THIS IS NOT NEW CONCEPT. AM SORRY THAT KURLOZ HAS TO DEAL WITH THIS. *She follows him over to the desk, glancing over the pile of paperwork that was on it. She makes a small "tsk" noise.* WISHES KURLOZ GOOD LUCK ON THIS. PERHAPS SPEAK AGAIN WHEN NOT SO MUCH TO DO? VERY INTERESTING CONVERSATION. *She bows her head deeply at him.* MUST THANK YOU FOR THIS. FOR TAKING TIME AND MAKING CONVERSATION.

Kurloz: *Kurloz shook his head. His search of the dental record database didn't come up with any results, which made the mysterious stiff even that more mysterious and troublesome. With how long it had sat before discovery Kurloz was beginning to wonder if perhaps it was a stowaway that nobody wanted to claim, or more importantly, admit that they allowed on board undetected. That would make things even harder. There was another frown as Kurloz didn't even try to hide his displeasure at that line of thought... But his guest and sweater benefactor was talking, so he quickly summoned his smile so he could regard Damara again more appropriately.*

Kurloz: *Before he sat down at his desk he placed a hand over his chest, returning Damara's bow graciously, his opposite appendage settling upon the folded sweater to imply that once more he was thanking her for the thoughtful gift, and after he straightened his head tilted just enough for him to close the polite gesture with a smile that was more suave than polite-- perhaps it was an indicator that he would be down for talking again, especially with a thumbs up accompanying it.*

[04:37] AT: hEY KURLOZ, i WAS JUST WONDERING IF YOU'D WANT YOUR BOX THINGIE BACK,

[04:37] AT: sINCE THE FROGS ARE, uHH, wELL, nO LONGER MUCH OF A THING,

[04:38] TC: :o?

[04:39] AT: uHHHM, yEAHHH, tHEY ARE SORT OF, dEAD, bECAUSE i SCIENCED ON THEM, bUT AT LEAST THEY ARE IN A BETTER PLACE, oR SOMETHING, rATHER THAN THIS SPACE SHIP,

[04:39] AT: i MEAN, tHAT ISN'T MUCH OF A PLACE FOR FROGS, i THINK, aNYWAY,

[05:05] TC: OUR AMPHIBIANS HATH SHARED SIMILAR TRAGEDIES, OH MY BROTHER.

[05:05] TC: I'VE DEDUCED WITHOUT CONTEST THAT THEM LUBRICIOUS MOTHER FUCKERS AIN'T TO LIVE LONG WITHOUT THEIR VISCERA TUCKED SAFELY WITHIN. :o)

[05:07] AT: oH, wELL, eRR, i THINK MOST AMPHIBIANS, oR ANYTHING REALLY, wOULDN'T BE ABLE TO LIVE LONG WITH THEIR INSIDE BITS HANGING OUT, bUT, iT IS ALWAYS GOOD TO EXPERIMENT, i SUPPOSE,

[05:08] AT: bUT, yEAH, wOULD YOU LIKE THE BOX BACK, fOR ANY FUTURE, uH, fROG WRANGLING, oR SHOULD i JUST HANG ONTO IT,

[05:10] TC: TIS A NOBLE CAUSE TO SCRUTINIZE WHEN SUCH CREATURES DOTH REVIVE AND SUBSIST AFTER THEY ARE RENDDERED GLACIAL AND WHOLLY INERT.

[05:11] TC: I SHALL ACCEPT THE HUMBLE STORAGE RECEPTACLE IF THOU AREN’T OPPOSED TO DELIVERING THAT SHIT TO WHENCE IT MOTHER FUCKING CAME.

[05:11] TC: :o)

[05:12] AT: dEFINITELY, i MEAN, iT WOULD BE PRETTY AMAZING IF PEOPLE COULD SOMEHOW DO THAT TOO, i WONDER IF SEADWELLERS CAN DO IT, hM, eRR, sORRY, wENT ON A TANGENT THERE,

[05:12] AT: kIND OF, aNYWAY,

[05:13] AT: aND, wELL, nO, i DON'T MIND i GUESS,

[05:14] AT: aRE YOU ALWAYS DOWN THERE THOUGH,

[05:16] TC: PERHAPS WE SHOULD ENLIST THE ASSISTANCE OF AN AQUATIC MOTHER FUCKER TO TEST THIS BITCHIN HYPOTHESIS. :o)

[05:17] TC: BUT TIS ONLY NATURAL TO FIND MYSELF SEQUESTERED DUE TO THE TRADE IN WHICH I PARTAKE. FEW HARSH LEGIT ENTHUSIASM IN LINGERING WITH THE MOTHERFUCKIN DEAD.

[05:18] AT: uHH, mAYBE, i DON'T THINK ANYONE WOULD BE, eXACTLY UP FOR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, tHOUGH, aND IT WASN'T AS MUCH OF A HYPOTHESIS AS IT WAS JUST ME THINKING OUT LOUD, sO, uHM, i DON'T THINK THAT WOULD BE NECESSARY,

[05:18] TC: :o)

[05:18] AT: aND YEEEAH, i SUPPOSE SO, bUT DO YOU NEVER TAKE ANY BREAKS OR ANYTHING,

[05:19] AT: eRR, sORRY IF i'M PRYING OR ANYTHING, iT REALLY ISN'T ANY OF MY BUSINESS,

[05:20] TC: OPPORTUNITIES PLENTIFUL WHAT TO FIND MYSELF A SHITBIT OF MIRTHFUL REPOSE.

[05:22] AT: oH, oKAY, tHAT'S GOOD THEN,

[05:23] AT: aNYWAY, i SHOULD PROBABLY COME ON OVER, bUT, eRGH,

[05:23] AT: dO YOU HAVE ANYONE, tHERE,

[05:23] AT: aS IN, eX-PEOPLE,

[05:23] AT: rIGHT NOW,

[05:23] TC: :o)

[05:24] AT: ,,,

[05:24] AT: tHAT'S A YES, iSN'T IT,

[05:24] TC: :o)

[05:24] AT: eRRRGHH, oKAY,

[05:24] AT: i'LL BE OVER,

[05:27] AT: *Well, at least he was prepared for the not-so-alive people this time around. Despite not being a huge fan, to put it that way. Tavros made his way back to the morgue, which he felt he had been visiting a few times too many by now, carrying the empty container under his arm. Taking a few breaths to brace himself for what would be inside, and also just to savor the fresh air while he could, he nudged the door open with his shoulder and stepped inside.* hEEEY, i, uH, gOT YOUR THING,

[05:38] TC: *Kurloz was inside, dressed to the nines in his autopsy gear. With facemask, goggles, smock, gloves and his unruly hair tied back, the mime was looking rather ridiculous while currently elbow deep in the body cavity of a dead human. Judging by the other occupied slab and at least five freezers with placards in place, it seemed Kurloz had received a new shipment from other vessels in the area. Not many wanted to foot the cost of their own morgue and disposal equipment, so instead they would contract the services of Kurloz and the Umbral Ultimatum, making arrangements to transportalize the carcasses there. It kept Kurloz busy.*

[05:38] TC: *He looked up, nodding in greeting to Tavros before he raised one gloved hand, congealed blood clinging to the blue latex as he motioned for Tavros to set it down on his desk, before making another hand signal to indicate he needed a moment to finish up his task.*

[05:45] AT: *Tavros spotted the doctor over by one of the slabs, and-- OH GOD. NOPE. He wasn't prepared for that AT ALL, him taking a small step back, seemingly about to just backpedal the fuck out of the door. He had no idea how on Alternia anyone could put up with a job like this. He tried locking his eyes on Kurloz' face rather than the blood or the corpses or... The everything. Giving him a very strained smile and quick nod. He turned his head away from the direction with the most corpses, staring at his feet as he walked over to the desk and placed the box on it. It seemed like Kurloz wanted him to wait, so he stands by the desk. His back facing Kurloz and the corpses, mind. Just trying not to lose his shit.*

[06:01] TC: *As freaked out as Tavros was, Kurloz appeared to be in his element. It didn't take him long to finish his task, though the sound of slicing meat and creaking bone was likely unpleasant for his company as he finished removing the bit of human organ he needed to run tests on. It was a rather suspicious corpse and not exactly in the best state for how long it went undiscovered and a simple visual examination wasn't sufficient to figure out the cause of death.*

[06:01] TC: *Once the organ was out Kurloz gently placed it upon a scale he had prepared ahead of time, letting it rest there as he stripped off his protective gear to approach Tavros. His patient could wait. With his gear off Kurloz took a moment to thoroughly wash his hands before seeing to his guest. He came up alongside Tavros and reached out to touch his shoulder if somehow he hadn't noticed Kurloz’s approach.*

[06:12] AT: *Happy thoughts Tavros, happy thoughts. He gritted his teeth as he tried blocking out the, frankly, grotesque noises. His usually perked up cowlike ears now drooping unhappily downwards. He was definitely not going here next time. He /would/ say he was far too busy for anything and then Kurloz would be the one that had to move. This was like some nightmare cabinet or something. At least he didn't

[06:12] AT: have to look at it, but only hearing the noises somehow made it worse, since his imagination filled in the blanks. He shuddered, grimacing to himself as the noises finally stopped, but he still wouldn't turn around. Tavros was pretty much in his own little world at this point, or he had at least one leg firmly planted in it. So when Kurloz touched his shoulder he nearly jumped out of his skin. Him turning halway to him with a terrified expression which quickly turned to a strained smile, him letting out a nervous laugh.* hAHAHHH, i, i DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE, wAS JUST, eRR, yEAH, nO, i DIDN'T NOTICE YOU, wHICH IS WEIRD, sINCE YOU'RE SO TALL AND ALL, *He kept rambling until he got over the initial scare, exhaling deeply.* sO YEAH, hERE'S THE THING, *Gestures to the box.* tHANKS FOR LENDING IT TO ME,

[06:28] TC: *Kurloz's smile was sweet as could be even after Tavros' twitchy reaction to his greeting, and Kurloz paid no mind to it, giving the lowblood a short bow in greeting followed by a thumbs up. Thankfully Kurloz didn't seem interested on keeping their conversation to merely miming and he had the same device he had used last time out in short order, attached to his temple with the holographic screen flickering into life between them.*

[06:28] TC: AIN'T NO MOTHER FUCKIN THING, HOMIE. :o)

[06:28] TC: MIGHT I INQUIRE AS TO THE NATURE OF EXPERIMENTS THOU INFLICTED UPON THE AMPHIBIOUS STIFFS WHAT BOUNCED TO THE ECHO SIDE?

[06:34] AT: *He was about to object when Kurloz bowed, but just kept his mouth shut since the guy made it a bit less formal by giving a thumbs up. He nodded in response, his smile a little less strained than before, but still kind of forced. It was really weird how chill Kurloz was all the time, but maybe that is just something that happens in this line of work, you can't exactly put a lot of emotional invest

[06:34] AT: ment into it. That would be pretty exhausting, he imagined. He seemed surprised by the question, but only shrugged.* oH, nO, yOU CAN ASK, iT WASN'T EXACTLY ANY GROUNDBREAKING STUFF, tHOUGH, i MOSTLY GATHERED DNA SAMPLES FROM THE MORE, uH, jUMPY ONES, oR OTHERWISE EXCEPTIONAL ONES, aND JUST TRIED SOME VARIOUS GENE SPLICING WITH THE OTHERS, *He rubs the back of his neck.* iT DIDN'T REALLY WORK OUT,

[06:34] AT: hENCE THE, eRR, bOUNCING TO THE ECHO SIDE,

[06:42] TC: *Kurloz nodded as he listened, reaching up to cup one elbow while his other hand gently tapped his chin in thought. He was really quite attentive, and once Tavros finished his head tilted inquisitively as words flared up on the screen. Mixing body language that often accompanied speech with words on a screen could be a little peculiar for people, perhaps Tavros would be caught less offguard by the necessity to split attention between the ludicrously tall troll and the hologram that pulsed closer to the lowblood’s eye level..*

[06:42] TC: HAHAHA. TIS A LURID SHAME YOU AIN'T BEEN MET WITH AMPLE SUCCESS IN YOUR VIRTUOUS OBJECTIVE. PERHAPS WHAT MARGINALIA WE KEPT MIGHT BE EXCHANGED TO FURTHER OUR RESEARCH. :o)

[06:48] AT: *It was a bit weird having to seperately deal with the text and Kurloz' body language, but at least it was a lot better than just playing the guessing game with him. Even if it made it kind of hard to focus, his eyes constantly darting over to the screen to see if he had a comment, he still much preferred that over the alternative. Letting out another uncertain chuckle, he shrugs his shoulders once more, shoving his hands into his lab coat pockets.* i SUPPOSE THAT'S JUST WHAT IS EXPECTED, wHEN YOU TRY CROSSING A FROG WITH A GRIZZLY BEAR, i KIND OF WENT OVERBOARD, *He seems to relax a little by now, since talking about work was easy, and distanced him from the whole OPEN BODIES situation.* hMM, mAYBE, tHAT COULD WORK, i SUPPOSE,

[06:58] TC: DID ANY TRUE MONSTROSITIES HATCH FORTH FROM THAT UNHOLY UNION, OR WAS THE SUBJECT LEFT TO EXPIRE IN MEDI-MOTHERFUCKIN-OCRITY?

[06:58] TC: *Kurloz's hands dropped, dangling at his sides as he stared down at Tavros, eager for a response. he seemed genuinely intrigued by the concept of splicing things together, his expression appearing a bit too eager for whatever response Tavros could offer. Don't get any ideas, Kurloz.*

[07:05] AT: *Tavros didn't seem that worried over the overly eager expression on Kurloz' face. He actually seemed more surprised than anything. It wasn't often that people had a genuine interest in what he was doing. He seems to think about the question for a little bit, biting the inside of his cheek.* wELL, nOTHING CAME OUT ALIVE, oR STABLE IN THE END, iF THAT'S WHAT YOU MEAN, eRGH, tHE RESULTS ARE PRETTY MONSTROUS THOUGH, sO i GUESS, *He shrugs, grimacing. It really wasn't a pretty sight whenever something did go wrong, it usually being a horrific twitching pile of flesh and limbs, which Tavros SOMEHOW found less nightmare fuely than "regular" dead bodies.* bUT, nO, tHEY ALL PRETTY MUCH EXPIRED, oR i HAD TO HELP THEM DO SO, *He sighs.* uSUALLY IT GOES BETTER,

[07:15] TC: *There was a difference in dealing with the mutated corpses of creatures who only had a mild understanding of the world they lived in and creatures who were sentient with lives, goals and loved ones of their own. It took someone able to remain emotionally detached to handle a job like that, especially when corpses came in after a particularly grisly death. The troll who did handle it allowed his eyes to widen a bit at the news of Tavros' results, leaning back just a touch as a wide grin grotesquely deformed his lips and mouth around those thick black stitches.*

[07:15] TC: DO ANY OF THE CARCASSES YET EXIST UPON THIS PLAIN? I'VE A NOTION TO PEEP UPON THAT MUTILATED FLESH AND FIND THE TRANSFORMATIONS SUCH VENTURES HATH WROUGHT. :o)

[07:22] AT: *Okay, THIS expression made Tavros a tad worried. Science is pretty radical and all, but that grin was just something else. Suppose he couldn't really help it, since his mouth was stitched up. Tavros made a kind of noncomittal "eeeh" noise before answering.* mOST OF THEM i HAVE DISPOSED OF, bUT i DID PUT ONE OR TWO ON JARS TO TRY TO FIGURE OUT WHAT WENT WRONG, bY ANALYZING THE TISSUE AND WHATNOT,

[07:22] AT: bUT, uHH, i GUESS YOU CAN HAVE A LOOK AT IT, *It really sounded like he said that as a question, not too sure wether or not it was a good idea to let anyone see it, really. Although, if someone could stomach it, it would most definitely be Kurloz.* i COULD BRING YOU ONE OF THEM,

[07:30] TC: *Kurloz raised a hand, shaking his head in a quiet denial of Tavros offer, though it wasn't a flat denial by any means. His smile remained broad as he pointed to himself and then Tavros, before lifting the hand to guide two fingers to "walk" across the air between them.*

[07:30] TC: YOU SHAN'T NEED TO BRING THY NINJALICIOUS EXPERIMENT HERE, BRO. I'LL OFFER PROPS AT YOU IN YOUR FRESH FUCKIN CRIB WHEN TIME ABIDES SUCH WICKED NOISE.

[07:30] TC: PERHAPS YOU MIGHT REVEAL UNTO ME THE OTHER PRODUCTS OF YOUR LICENTIOUS TOILS. IT WOULD BE A PLEASURE SOLID TO TOUR THE CARNAL CIRCUS WHERE YOUR PRODUCTS OF SUCCESS AND FAILURE DOTH RESIDE. :o)

[07:38] AT: *Oh. Back to miming. He focused on Kurloz' gestures, but it was pretty straight forward, so he looked fairly quickly back at the screen.* oH, wELL OKAY, *He turned back to face Kurloz again once he read all of it.* sURE, iF YOU FEEL LIKE COMING OVER THEN i WON'T STOP YOU, aND AGAIN, eRR, sURE, yEAH, i MEAN IT IS NOT THAT INTERESTING, sINCE THEY ARE ALL JUST ON JARS AND THAT,

[07:38] AT: bUT, yEAH, nO, cOME OVER WHENEVER YOU HAVE THE TIME AND i CAN SHOW YOU WHAT i HAVE,

[07:42] TC: *Kurloz seemed rather pleased with that decision. Tavros got a double thumbs up and an enthusiastic nod for his offer. Just you wait, Tavros. Soon you will have a mime all up in your workplace and awkwardly taking up space. The coroner shall soon make his escape to the more wholesome parts of the ship.*

[07:42] TC: AIGHT MOTHERFUCKER. NOW IF YOU AIN'T MIND I GOT A PATIENT WHAT LAYS WAITING FOR MY TENDER TOUCH. ;o)

[07:46] AT: *He smiles sheepishly at the reaction, really not used to that kind of enthusiasm, but nods and gives him a thumbs up in return. His smile got kiiind of lopsided and strained at that last comment. "Tender" and "CORPSES" didn't really add up in his book.* eR, yEAH, sORRY FOR TAKING UP YOUR TIME AGAIN, *He fidgets, laughing meekly.* i SUPPOSE i'LL SEE YOU WHENEVER YOU FIND THE TIME, sO, sEE YOU AROUND, *He gives a little wave, turning on his heel and leaves the morgue, perhaps a tad too quickly than what would be considered a normal pace.*

[07:50] TC: *Kurloz returned the wave once Tavros moved to escape, though he didn't waste too much time in heading to the cabinet to redress in fresh protective gear. Even as cold as the morgue was kept, flesh was a ticking time bomb to putrescence so he did have to put a little hurry into his step before vital evidence became victim to decay. After pulling on a fresh smock he glanced to the door to see if Tavros was still in sight (everyone seemed to want to hurry away from his "office", he noted), before finishing up preparing to get back to work. Tavros would see the mime again soon enough.*