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Post by Sylvia on Feb 16, 2009 21:40:04 GMT -5
*Sylvia led the boy through the long halls that echoed with the screams of the insane. She remained sweet and polite though, occasionally smiling back at him as though such things did not bother her. For truly, they didn't. Lifting her hand, she knocked on Crane's door.*
"Dr. Crane? Your applicant has arrived." *She called through the door.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 16, 2009 23:49:23 GMT -5
He turned and found himself surprised by the sight of the boy- for a moment, he could have sworn it was the violin-playing hild he'd just released.
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Feb 16, 2009 23:59:50 GMT -5
Billy was a bit unnerved to hear all the people crying, screaming, and generally sounding insane. Sylvia didn't seem bothered--she was probably used to it.
He waited patiently outside Dr. Crane's door, mentally blocking out the more violent sounds from the patients.
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 17, 2009 0:03:57 GMT -5
"Please, come in and take a seat."
He smiled at Sylvia, kissed her, then closed the door (though he knew she could listen in were she so inclined.)
"You look nervous, Mr...Horrible, was it?"
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Feb 17, 2009 0:31:25 GMT -5
"Dr. Horrible," he answered while he sat down. "I'm all right, it's just... I've never worked in an asylum before."
Again with the surprised recognition, he noticed as Dr. Crane got a look at him. Must be that Toby kid...
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 17, 2009 6:47:58 GMT -5
*Sylvia took a seat outside, close enough to hear at least some of the conversation, but not look conspicuous as she did so, retrieving a small book from her purse to read.*
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Feb 18, 2009 1:36:32 GMT -5
"So... Dr. Crane," he continued, "Sylvia mentioned that you were looking for a scientist?"
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 18, 2009 14:58:39 GMT -5
"Indeed. More specifically, someone who has worked with chemicals."
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Feb 18, 2009 15:47:01 GMT -5
"Does it count if I use chemicals as a main power source for my weapons?" He asked after a pause. "I made a freeze ray--the time-stopping kind, not the actually-freezing kind--and I added a more reactive chemical to my death ray so that the "stunning" compound became a... "Really-powerful-defibrillator-that-causes-permanent-heart-failure" compound."
He'd tested it on an old, decrepit stray dog that Moist had brought in despite his protests ("Come on, Doc, you're practically doing it a favor!") and the results had been a quick and only slightly-painful death.
Like an actual gun, only with much less chance of survival.
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 18, 2009 19:01:54 GMT -5
"Death ray? Do you have it with you?"
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Feb 19, 2009 1:20:41 GMT -5
"Actually, it broke." Billy informed him. "Very thoroughly. ...But since I wrote down the procedures and I know what I need, I'll probably have a new one working in a few days."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 19, 2009 16:41:26 GMT -5
"May I see the plans?"
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Feb 19, 2009 20:23:35 GMT -5
"Uh... sure." It was a good thing he always brought important documents with him in case his lab got infiltrated. He pulled them out of a hidden pocket and handed them over. "Here you go."
...Maybe he should have replaced the dead stick figures with nice, imposing "DEAD"s.
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