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 Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 8:42 pm
:::She nods back to Luke::: Copy.
:::Cora moves over to Ben. She was getting so good at this speach::: Welcome Ben Lockart. You are no longer in your building. You are in a place we call the Brink of Time. While you are here, you are not held by the restraints of time. The Brink choses when to take you and when to place you back. Do not be worried, in your own time, things become paused.
:::She gives him a moment for that to settle before going on::: Here you will meet many people from many different times. It is like a second home to us. You are welcome among us. :::She smiles at him:::
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 8:47 pm
:::To Luke, hand still in the position it was when he shook it:::
Um, yes...A water please....
:::Through Cora's speech, he looks around the room, trying desperately to get a handle on things. The only logical explination is this...:::
Excuse me miss... Did you miss some sort of medication?
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 9:00 pm
*Whatever water Luke had been drinking gets coughed up in his windpipe* *He coughs, He chokes, but above all, he laughs.*
*Luke catches himself, but he's still laughing. -Did Cora take her medication....That's awesome-*
*He loudly clears his throat. He addresses Ben.* Excuse me.... No. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, Ben. *He pours another glass of water and sets it in front of him.* But every word she said is gospel, man.
*Luke blinks. He revises* Except that 'don't be worried' part. You might want to be worried. *He takes a gulp of water....goes* AAAAh. *and then says* I know I am.
*looks at him* But, we try to make the best of it. *looks at the cabinent behind him* Oh, and there's liquor here. Lots of it. Never runs dry. Like a ******** fairytale.
*pours himself some Jack* No drinking age either. You want something?
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 9:04 pm
:::medication..?:::
Uhm...No, Citizen Ben. As you can see, I am in peek physical condition. I do not require medication.... :::a little confused about what medication meant in his time...whenever that was::: Do you require medication?
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 9:11 pm
:::Ben's face drops:::
So what you're saying is, I'm in a world, apart from Earth, where time doesn't exist. And this new world has a mind of it's own and it picks me up and drops me off whenever it feels like it. And you two are from the future or the past or whatever?
:::Ben looks at Cora's clothing:::
Well....they sure did a number on you. Who put you up to this? Was it Joe? Aw man...Joe plays the best pranks!
:::starts to chuckle and then bursts out into full blown hysterics:::
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 9:17 pm
*Luke sighs. He can understand the reaction...*
Sorry, man. Hate to tell you this. It's not a prank.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 9:21 pm
:::Cora begins to think she had the right idea about the medication. She turns to Luke:::
Oh goodness, it seems he's lapsed into hysteria. :::She begins reaching for her belt compartment, in search of the tranquilizer studder::: I forget sometimes what a shock this tends to be.
:::She can't seem to find it::: Hm...that's the Brink for you. :::Then back up to Ben::: Please calm yourself, Ben. You will become accostomed to this place soon.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 9:28 pm
:::Slowly dropping out of his laughter:::
Not...a....prank?
:::Looks around once more. This time he notices more about the room. Dozens of tables. A bar with dozens of drinks. Everywhere covered in black.:::
*thinking to himself* Maybe they're right... This place can't exist on campus. I've never seen them before. I don't remember falling asleep. ...oh God.... oh....oh my God....
:::Ben slowly stands up and begins to breathe very heavily. He starts to lean more weight on the table:::
I...I... I can't breathe....
:::Ben lowers himself to the floor slowly and lies on his back, breathing quick and shallow breaths:::
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 9:38 pm
*Luke understands as Cora does.* He's having a panic attack. *Luke grabs the glass of water and brings it over with him*
*He sits down next to Ben.* Hey...Hey Ben, man. Just relax, okay? You gotta breathe slow. *He listens to Ben's heightened breathing.* No, man. Slower than that. Like this... *Luke demonstrates breathing in and out slowly* *He looks around as he does so. Of course there's nothing useful around. Besides Cora of course.*
*nods to Cora* Hey, Slim. You got any paper bags in that belt?
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 9:45 pm
:::Sighs, a bit worried::: Oh! its become serious. :::She goes back to her belt to see what she can come up with...nothing that wouldn't knock him out for a day or two...:::
Hm... I don't have anything weak enough to simply sedate him. :::She looks at her cuff::: I can punch in the electro-nueral pulse for sleep... :::But then she gets another idea. She looks at the bar:::
Luke...perhaps if we gave him wine...?
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 9:55 pm
:::Trying desperately to slow his breathing, he has been through this feeling dozens of times.:::
*through gasps* Are! *gasp* You! *gasp* Crazy?! *gasp* Get away! *gasp* Drunk!
:::curling into the fetal postion, his breathing slows little by little. He is not totally free of the attack yet, but he is getting there.:::
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 9:58 pm
*Luke shakes his head at Cora's suggestion.* *He rolls his eyes at Ben's comment, but he lends a quick smile to Cora.*
Wine cures plenty of things, Slim, but not this.
*Luke sets the glass of water down with a 'clink' in front of Ben's eyes.* He's catching his grip.... Let him ride it out....
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 10:01 pm
:::Cora nods, she is very concerned, having never seen this kind of thing happen to a person:::
His respiratory functions are highly unstable...even for being in a state of hysteria... I don't understand what's wrong with him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 10:04 pm
:::Now almost under control, Ben gulps loudly as he breathes deeper and longer.:::
Than.....thank you....
:::Eyes closed and still in the fetal postion, Ben takes the glass of water and takes short sips.:::
Cora...I'm sorry... If I offended you....
:::Ben is very still, minus the heavy breathing. He starts to quietly sob.:::
So....what does this mean for me now?
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 10:10 pm
*Luke watches Ben cry and.....Damn. Damn, he did -not- see -that- coming. The guy's crying, like real tears.... Luke becomes suddenly inept as to what to do.* Erm, uh.... *He clears his throat.* *Give him a panic attack, a glass of Jack, a joke to tell, or a guy who needs a beating - and Luke know what to do, but this? He may as well have been asked to read ******** swahili*
*As if handed a stay of execution, Luke sees his body starting to fade* Oh, um. Hey, Cora! Ben's having a panic attack. That means that he got really upset about all this, and his body reacted physically. It's passed now, so it's cool... You can give him wine now! *murmurs* He's gonna need it...
*Luke gives her a salute for good luck and he's gone.*
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