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thespherelogs2019-03-09 12:58 am
nobasisinfact) wrote in thespherelogs2019-03-09 12:58 am
I can smell your spicy brains
Who: Richard, Jagger, Beverly
What: Jagger reading Alex's brain
When: March 5ish
Where: Alex's bloody office
Warnings: None really. Alex's office is covered in blood and Jagger is going to read her brain, so that's a thing.
Waiting around for a young 'supposed clairvoyant' to come to touch Alex's brain was not the way he'd wanted to spend any day of his life - especially not one that had ended in her office with about two gallons of blood all over the floor and a good portion of her brains in his hands.
Except that here he was, doing just that.
There were glances at Beverly, checking to make sure that she genuinely was alright with everything. The scene was grisly, even by his standards. If it hadn't been Alex's blood and Alex's brain he would have been able to remain impassive, cold even. Except this was Alex, and he would do anything to bring her back safe. Even put his misgivings about all this psychic nonsense to the side to trust in this boy and Simon. There was nothing else to do but to use whatever supposed resources he could, and using what they believed they could do would do as much harm as it might do good. Especially in this bizarre place.
So they waited, glancing to the door as he continued to look through Alex's files for anything else that could give him a hint as to where these people had taken the six missing inhabitants.
What: Jagger reading Alex's brain
When: March 5ish
Where: Alex's bloody office
Warnings: None really. Alex's office is covered in blood and Jagger is going to read her brain, so that's a thing.
Waiting around for a young 'supposed clairvoyant' to come to touch Alex's brain was not the way he'd wanted to spend any day of his life - especially not one that had ended in her office with about two gallons of blood all over the floor and a good portion of her brains in his hands.
Except that here he was, doing just that.
There were glances at Beverly, checking to make sure that she genuinely was alright with everything. The scene was grisly, even by his standards. If it hadn't been Alex's blood and Alex's brain he would have been able to remain impassive, cold even. Except this was Alex, and he would do anything to bring her back safe. Even put his misgivings about all this psychic nonsense to the side to trust in this boy and Simon. There was nothing else to do but to use whatever supposed resources he could, and using what they believed they could do would do as much harm as it might do good. Especially in this bizarre place.
So they waited, glancing to the door as he continued to look through Alex's files for anything else that could give him a hint as to where these people had taken the six missing inhabitants.