002. [visual]

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When the feed starts, Elle is looking at something off-screen and is apparently exceedingly disgusted by it. The look worsened, showing a brief flicker of pain, until when she finally realized she'd gotten the tablet to start recording it shifted to a look of surprise, and then mild annoyance.

"So, say you've got a boyfriend who's really bad at first aid," she started, unable to resist the jab at Gabriel, even if he was like ten years old last she checked. "What's the worst that can happen if you let him try to take care of a gunshot wound?" Okay. Elle wasn't very good at discreet. In fact, she hated it, so a frustrated look later, she sighed and caved.

"Basically, does anybody know a doctor? Gabriel's a moron and I shouldn't have let him touch it because now it looks all swollen and gross. I don't want to like die of gangrene or anything okay." It didn't really matter to her whether or not gangrene was actually a possibility. "Just, see for yourself," she moved the camera to show her thigh, where a towel was pulled up to show a bullet wound that had mostly sealed up. The skin was distended and bruised yellow and red in different areas; the general area of the wound was dry, despite it being very obvious that she'd just showered. Redirecting the camera onto her face again, her lips were tugged in a thin, unamused line.

"It wasn't hurting when I first got here, but now it hurts to walk on it."

06 ± [location/visual: the northern island] both halves are the better half

[aintnoconvict]

When he awoke he knew everything. Who he was, where he was, what had happened, and a whole host of theorems, facts, and equations. He saw how the universe worked, and guessed coutnless ways to make it work better.

His hands went to his head even though he knew without touching that the hard ridge of metal teeth and the incessant jangle of the tab were gone. Still he ran fingers through no-longer matted hair with a sort of wonder.

( Ambrose Langwe, T.E., Chief Adviser to the Queen of the Outer Zone, had been restored. )

--

Sometime later Ambrose stood in his old laboratory at the Northern Island and set his tablet to visual. The face on the screen would be familiar to those who knew Glitch, the most notable difference being the absence of a zipper and the solemn expression.

"Hello, Taxon," he began, and failed to keep his rueful smile away. "It appears I am having a bit of a...a glitch which entails having the rest of my brain returned to me. While this is likely a temporary boon I would like to take advantage of the situation and lend my not inconsiderable knowledge to any efforts that may end our captivity."

He glanced around the lab, the partly-reorganized wreckage of his life, and sighed. "I will be here seeing what I can salvage and formulating my own ideas, but please do contact me if I may be of assistance. Or if you'd just like to get properly acquainted."


[OOC: First bit locked to DG, but the rest is open to whoever! I'll be trolling around a bit too, so PM me if you want him.]

VII: [ Location: Hyperion Hotel ] [ Open to The Doctor ]

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[ continued from this thread ]

Tablet in hand, Illyria - still in her assumed form - stands in front of the Hyperion Hotel, apparently lost in thought. This - this was her home. Winifred Burkle's. So many events associated with this place; so many electrical spasms surging in her function system as a result of it. So many memories - of the halfbreed, the loud-mouthed seer, the human called Gunn, the demon clown, Wesley -

Illyria spares a thought for her guide to this world, the one who had so easily discarded her - only because the shell still lived and breathed, in this cage.

Once, but no longer - as is the natural order of things.

She smiles at this thought, and waits.

1 - New Arrivals [Holo]

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"OW! Bèn tiānshēng de yìduī ròu. Ain't met a doctor yet didn't get into it for th' pain-causin' part." Jayne's grumbling's precedes his entrance into view, shoved along by an exasperated looking Simon. He'd head for that stupid chair where the doc does all his torturing, but...it looks to have disappeared. "Wha...?"

"Trust me, Jayne, there isn't a single thing that involves you I can take pleasure in." If it weren't for the fact that Simon's not entirely sure his patient's t shirt might actually carry new and exotic strains of bacteria, he'd physically propel him into the infirmary. "And if you'd rather I just leave you to it, gangrene is only highly possible. Not inevitable."

Jayne's not listening anymore, Simon, so you can prattle on about your green gangs all you want, there's more interesting things than you here. (Not like that's different from every other day, though.)

"Where- I knew it! I told 'em, but don't no one listen to Jayne Cobb, he ain't smart 'nough to know Alliance when he sees 'em standin' 'round with their shiny rooms an' their fancy doctor manners."

Simon has to measure his words carefully, here. "You betrayed us to the Alliance, in case you've forgotten. And was the reward for myself and River a clever ruse to gain the trust of a few smugglers we weren't even likely to meet?"

However, the sincere lack of anything resembling Serenity is disturbing. "Where are we?"

"Aw, zāogāo- ain't nobody ever gonna forget that." Though Jayne can't rightly promise he wouldn't do it again. Which he sure as hell would, 'cause look where they are now!

And ain't that a first, him noticing things before old Smarty-Britches. "I reckon you can answer that, seein' as you're the one brought me here! P'robly gonna...cut out my insides an' study 'em or somethin', watch we twitch...how come my arm ain't hurtin' no more?"

"One does tend to remember betrayal on that scale, yes." This whole situation has moved beyond ludicrous and into unbelievable. "I didn't bring you anywhere, Jayne. And I-- it's not? Let me see it."

Jayne jerks his arm away and back up from Simon and...well any other strange-looking thing that might be nearby. Something's weird, in that seen-it-before-but-ain't way things sometimes get, and he hates that feeling. It ain't normal.

"Maybe I'm dreamin'..." Nightmare, more like. What with Simon being in it and all. Only thing that'd make it worse is that addle-brained sister of his.

[ooc: Simon and Jayne have arrived together, yes. Be prepared to be answered by either one (or both) of them. :)]