Science Experiments: A Tale of Two Antagonists

Inque

Well that sounded easy and boring. I was used to playing double agent in gangs and for the rogues of Gotham... Deadly things. If I could actually die. "So who would have the most access for what you want?" I ask. Surely, the entire building couldn't be open to the public...

Edgar:

"Of course not. Once you're into the lobby you have to get a hold of at least of some kind of committee member to get you into the restricted area of the building. From there you're going to want to infiltrate the main office and make photocopies of all relevant materials. Anything we could use to ruin him. I'm assuming you already have the gist of how that all works, yes?" I explained. Yes, it was easy, but not that easy... or as stated, I would have waltzed right in myself.

Inque
"And is there some way to tell them apart? Except for you, all you Audians look the same to me," I say, poking another key on the piano. "I know how the rest of that work goes just fine..." Couldn't hold a note, my solidity didn't stay that long to be able to hold the key down.

Edgar:

"Probably. I expect that they wear some kind of uniform or something, though honestly... for obvious reasons, I have no idea. This may require more research on your part." I informed her, listening to her idly finger the piano. Not that she had any sustainability- probably couldn't keep the key down. I'd have to look into that once I got all my scripts compiling this evening. Perhaps do some YouTube research.

*in an altogether different story~*

There was a talk of how Edgar would deal with a no win situation, to which he believed that there was no such scenario. Inque brought up his quest for immortality, asking about what would happen if he didn't get it. And then she had the bright idea of perhaps being able to aid in extending life, with experiences of stunting previous host Chelsea's growth and development to remaining an all around pipsqueak. Egdar asked about her ability to prevent other sorts of deaths if not by old age, to which the consensus was that she obviously couldn't piece together a head after a bullet assassination, but was uncertain about if she could prevent death by poison. They decide to test it, Edgar taking some sort of poison once as a control and again with Inque trying to prevent the effects experienced. So the experiment wouldn't be deadly, Inque - also partially for her own amusement - suggested some sort of narcotic drug. Ecstasy was ordered, two days have gone by for delivery.

Inque
The piano was all well and good...hardly exciting anymore. I had gone to the government building yesterday as a preliminary look through to attempt to get some sort of plan going with the girl I had nabbed the day before. She was altogether useless in getting further than the suggestion box that Edgar had mentioned, but I identified the sort of uniform that I needed for further investigation into the building. Just needed to find someone with it in an easy to access place to swap puppets. There was one that I've been following who would seem to be right. Just needed to break into her apartment that I had followed her to, since she appeared to live alone and wouldn't give much trouble in such a situation beyond a possible scream or two.

Something much more interesting popped up that would arrive today, which was why I was currently lounging upstairs on Edgar's bed instead of getting the girl. It has been two days since the little talk of immortality, after I had gone sight seeing in the government building the first time, and something special was to come. Girly was tied up downstairs, and I was in my natural state. So it was a shame when the door was knocked and I couldn't just go down and get the fun things myself, but I didn't want to appear too eager for this.

I wonder what would seem more horrible to the delivery people, Edgar or myself... He was Slender-like, as I remember, a thing I had him show me when we had gone to school to understand our peer's curious fear and avoidance of him. Odd fellow who liked to walk in the woods? So what was the problem if he wanted to get rid of trespassers? They were his woods, people didn't belong there... Things get so dull when your dealing with the freakshows of Gotham, sometimes. I didn't understand what was so horrible. Meanwhile, there wasn't anything to compare me to. I'd like to think that I could win in an Audian scare-off... Maybe that was just wishful thinking~

"Someone at the door," I murmur over to him, trying my best to sound bored. Like I had forgotten the order, and I didn't have a care in the world. Even though my saying that someone was at the door was sort of redundant, since he probably heard them coming from the end of the block. There was still the amusing secret game of trying to surprise him in some fashion, like at the restaurant with that blubbering pig who fed me cinnamon.

Edgar:

"I know." I informed her simply, putting down the small welding tool I was currently working with to attach several wires to microchips. It was likely the drugs we'd ordered. ...I assumed that she was barely containing her excitement, though she did nothing to indicate such a thing. Something about the idea of putting me on drugs and then allowing her entrance into me just seemed like it would really amuse her.

"I suppouse I'll go terrify the mailman, then." I stated, and headed downstairs to do just that, ignoring the woman tied up downstairs. I answered the door. "Yes?"

Inque

Hm... Should really feed that chick when not in use. At least she's gagged silent while the door's open, but Mr. Mailman doesn't make much of a fuss as usual. Edgar does get most of his crap from online these days though, right? I guess someone would get somewhat used to his appearance to warrant a not so crazy reaction. It was quick and orderly, like the guy wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, but no stuttering or anything. Just a rehearsed 'sign here' that was spat out, even if Face probably already pointed out his inability to sign at a correct spot specified only by 'here'.

Edgar:

Signing for packages is one of the stupidest conventions of modern delivery methods. However, I successfully obtained the package, and took it upstairs, peeling the tape away from the small box as I went. "So, I suppouse we're doing science tonight." I informed her casually.

Inque

I grin, sitting up to stand and go over. "Oh, the drugs came?" Of course! Nothing else was ordered... They came in fancy little tablets, didn't they? Odd little pictures printed on them for the fun of it. Things of enjoyment about to be used for an official purpose, wasn't that the epitome of our relation...

Edgar:

"Yes they did." I replied simply. What came next was to be the control round, in which I would just submit to whatever nonsense was afforded by this insane concoction of chemicals. ...That would be... interesting. Though perhaps more... enjoyable than the next experiment, due to the simple fact that I'd still not been completely won over to the idea of having someone inside me like that. ...It was just an uncomfortable idea. Completely. "Are there dosage instructions or are we suppoused to simply make an educated guess?"

Inque

"No instructions..." I say, peeking into the box. Just a little plastic bag of miscellaneously colored circular tablets, like some sort of candy. It wouldn't be very good if we killed him on the control round. "Ask the computer."

Edgar:

"Certainly. OS, how much of this is necessary to achieve desired effects but keep me from suffering permanent damage?" I queried, expecting an immediate answer.

"... ...Consensus comes to between one and two, though it depends highly on the concentration of actual Ecstasy contained in each tablet." She stated after several minutes of deliberation.

"One point five it is then." I decided, and then held out my hand for whatever Inque happened to have gotten out of the box.

Inque

"I can't exactly hold a knife," I inform him, putting two in his hands. "And I'm not sure we can actually cut one in half without rendering it into some powdered mess." Because more drugs the merrier, why not~ "I could go get the girl if you believe a precise half cut necessary?" I was still rather dodgy about the extended accuracy to his hearing, but sawing such a small target in two seemed rather far fetched to me. But I've been surprised before.

Edgar:

"...I do have teeth. If need be I can just bite it, though honestly that's probably rather imprecise." I informed her, rolling the two tablets around in my palm. They were rather powdery. "I'd like to think that I'm tall enough to handle it, but it may not work in the same way as alcohol." I stated, contemplating it all carefully.

Inque

"Well this is science, it's sacrilegious to be imprecise..." Giggling made the beratement more teasing as I left the materials on the computer table and slithered off to downstairs. "Come untie me, I'll do it," I instruct, getting to the girl with little fuss. Besides, she needed to eat for the day anyways, that could be accomplished before Face was really tripping.

...Face and tripping should never belong in the same sentence together. But it does, and I'm amazing for making it so~

Edgar:

I caught the sarcasm in her voice regarding the sacrilege. My face contorted somewhere between irritation and amusement at the comment, and I wordlessly proceeded downstairs to free the girl for a moment. Just long enough to bisect the tablet.

"I blame you for anything bad that occurs as a result of this, alright?" I informed Inque as I untied the ropes. She was going to be the designated lucid one, and so if hideous things happened, I would most certainly blame her.

Inque

I blink, testing my controls first before standing and patting his chest. "Of course nothing bad is going to happen... Are you getting cold feet or something? Nervous Edgar, this is adorable," I sing lightly, retrieving a sharp knife from the supply of utensils. Cutting one in half was rather messy, but it mostly stayed intact. Thus, there was one and a half in his hand. "So down with water, I imagine."

Edgar:

"Nervous? You're hilarious. I just don't want to wake up tomorrow and wonder how my computers ended up in pieces on the street or something." I explained, taking the tablets back from her. "Water indeed." I concurred, and went to the gallon of distilled water we kept around, pulling a glass out of a cabinet as I went.

I downed the tablets and then the water and waited for something to happen. "So how is this going to occur, am I just going to start getting strange?"

Inque

"I'm glad you agree~" I reply to the comment about my humor, giving a smile with some obvious secrets hiding behind it, though I keep the hint from my voice.

Once the things are gone, I check the chick's watch. "Well this is science. We could test your balance, reflexes, or mind?" I propose, going upstairs to get some official clip board of paper and a pen. In a quick minute I had a nice graph penned out progressing by minutes down the page and various possibilities to test, being convenient by drawing it backwards for him to feel up the paper. For appearances' sake. "Things you can do on your own for the second test. So standing on one foot for...fifteen seconds? Successfully repeating some tongue twister. How far you can catch a ruler after you drop it."

Edgar:

"Pffft Science. Right so like... How do we even know this will affect my balance? What does balance have anything to do with ecstasy in the first place? What are my side effects, exactly?" I asked her, heading over to lie down on the sofa. Nothing really seemed desperately important at the moment, and quite honestly if she wanted to concern herself with numbers or facts or figures or something, that was fine, but it wasn't really that important in the grand scheme of things. We were all irrelevant based on the magnitude of spacetime anyway... I grinned.

Inque

Or apparently this is quicker than first imagined. Which was fine by me, I mean, faster the better. No numbers was fine by me. "Simply throwing out experiences that you could compare between tests," I say. But apparently the thing I had to beat was immediate effects? Honestly, I didn't know much of anything about what he had just ingested, so I avoided the specific questions about the drug.

Edgar:

"Put down the experience of: I have no stress. And experienced existential philosophy and didn't want to vomit." I stated. It was very weird because I felt as though all of the responsibilities involved in everything were just slipping away. I wanted to do stupid things, but I was only marginally concerned with their stupidity and figured that if I just waited a few more minutes or however long it had been, I could simply... ...ignore the latent stupidity of some actions.

Inque

Man this wouldn't work if he laid there like a corpse... "That's purely mental experiences. Physical comparisons would probably prove to be useful as well." I was sounding like such a stick in the mud. The stuff was such a bore really, I didn't care about it at all. Tripping Face was supposed to be fun.

Edgar:

"...oooh? ...What did you have in mind?" I asked, feeling an amused grin cross my face. This stuff was... interesting. Everything was falling into relaxed focus. "I hereby relinquish the scientific aspects into your hands... because... because the ceiling told me to." I explained carefully. She was probably going to have to be responsible here because I think I just took directions from a ceiling. ...Well then.