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Who: You
When: Day 214 into 215
Where: Iota's realm
What: Safety

[ It's still there, still faint; a steady hiss like oxygen escaping from a tank somewhere close by. ]

Is there a problem?

....

[That is a B A D sound on a ship.]

Are you venting anything? I hear some 66th hing like air eacaping a tank.

Oh, that?

It is nothing to worry about.

[ And yet, Puma may be aware of his body enough to know that there's something slightly … off. Slightly. Very slightly. The muscles in his extremities are slowly, slowly relaxing, starting from his fingers and toes. ]

[He is very aware of his body, such is the way of being a paranoid combat goon.]

[Especially when he's relaxing when he's worried about something and-]

I think it's something to worry about. What is it? [He's trying to not breathe so deep. Is it a gas leak? Does she not realize that's bad?]

It is compound sixteen fifty dash zero slash b.

[ Sometimes, honesty and bluntness may not be the best policy. Still, Puma agreed to help her ... and he is her friend. She stays where she is, watching him. ]

[ His knees might be starting to shake. His body feels heavy, a slow, creeping sense of fuzziness settling over his limbs. ]

[Compound]

Iota, are you....are you drugging me? [He stumbles, grabbing her shoulder.]

[ Stepping is difficult when it's starting to feel like you don't even have ankles anymore. It's so, so difficult when your knees refuse to hold your weight. Puma's grip, too, is negligible. Nothing works the way he wants it to, no matter how hard he fights to make it. ]

Yes. I am. [ She catches him ... kind of. He's bigger and far heavier than she is, and the best she can do is lower him down more gently. ] You said that you would try to help me.

This...you don't...you don't drug people...helping you...

Stop this...

... I will keep that in mind if I require such assistance again.

[ She doesn't move away, still holding. Careful, clinical. Careful. Gentle, in her way. He is her friend. ]

You will be all right. [ She pats his shoulder. The feeling of being covered in a thick blanket is deepening, fog extending from body to brain. It's getting harder to think clearly. ] This is important ... so very important. But you are important, as well.

No....no, stop, not...not like this.

Iota, don't do this...

[And there's fogginess, but there's a bitter taste in his mouth that isn't the gas, but instead betrayal.]

[ Sleep is a deep, dark, yawning abyss; one that he is steadily being dragged down into. ]

You will be all right. I am ... we are going to help them. I can make it work. It has to work.

Not like...not like this...

[He fights, he really does, but drugs are kind of hard to fight, aren't they?]

[ They are. ]

[ Good night, Puma. ]

Son of a bitch...

[Bleh]

Edited 2016-03-30 01:46 (UTC)

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