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 Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 4:43 pm
Calder had been a bit upset since leaving Barth's place. Spending a day with them just showed how little he knew about…anything! Barth and Christof, master and servant, friend and friend, were such a close group, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt out of place. Christof knew how to make things that were complex, and Barth knew how to invent. Even the friends the demon and Igor hanged with were smart. Malodore was a doctor, and even Riley (he would die to ever admit this), was rather bright. He guessed it was because she always had to use her mind to do everything.
Sighing, he didn't very much feel in the mood to see Christof as he headed to the undead dorms, finding he was still feel rather….unsure around the Igor. Could he even call him a friend and if so, what sort of one was he? How important and useful was he to the boil? In the end, he decided to see where Malodore's dorm was and check on his leeches. They always perked him up and he turned to find his way to the Plague Doctor's dorm.
He must have missed a turn because he started to notice that he didn't think he was in the right place. Unfortunately for him, Fester wasn't with him to point the way, and Calder sighed. These dorms were so confusing and all the steps hurt his leg. Walking down a narrow corridor, he caught sight of an open door and paused when he noticed a beaker. Beakers were sciency, and he went closer, noticing other strange gadgets that seems to be used for mad doctors. Clearly he was in Malodore's room! Thank Jack he stumbled on it!
"Hello? Mal?" he called, knocking on the door and slowly pushing it open. The place was amazing, and his mouth slowly opened in wonder. So many neat, weird things. It wasn't rich with junk like Barth's room or depressing like Christof's, but held tables of glimmering, carefully-tended to instruments and other things that just BEGGED to be missed with. "Maaalllllyyyyy." He whispered, before easing up a strange little hammer. Smiling and looking about, Calder reached over to pick it up.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 5:13 pm
Valentino wasn't sure if it had been ten hours or ten months since he had last left his laboratory. He had been sulking since his tools had started to talk back to him. He knew it was the shovel's fault. She had always had a way of angering him in front of others. After that, the rest of the tools would have heard and kept gossiping. Now he couldn't even manage a small grave robbing without hearing about the one time he was beaten up by Belladonna. It was frustrating and instead of dealing with his unruly tools, Valentino decided to sulk. It was very easy.
Valentino's sulking habits included moping, wallowing in self pity, and then finally cleaning the lab. Every item within the lab had been cleaned and sorted. The formaldehyde tanks were filled to the brim and the spare arms were nicely hung from shortest to longest.
For short moment, Valentino was content with the work he had done, but something felt wrong. His lab was all dressed up with nobody to experiment on.
As if by divine providence, there was suddenly a knock on the door. The screech of the hinges told Valentino that whoever had knocked didn't expect an answer before entering. That act alone had put the interloper on the top of Valentino's "to experiment on" list.
Hearing the hoof-beat? of his new toy, Valentino dropped behind a shelf full of eyeball filled jars. Watching the boy, Valentino slowly recognized the boil, it was the Pony Boil. Sneaking behind the boy Valentino prepared a cloth with a drop of chloroform. Before he could sneak up behind the boil, Valentino started the panic. The pony boil had picked up his reflex hammer.
"What are you doing? put him down right now" Valentino cried out, his hammer was not supposed to be touched for any reason. It had laughed at him a few days ago, so Valentino had put it into isolation. Taking a leap forward, Valentino already had a bad feeling about this boil. It was touching thing and undermining Valentino's authority.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 6:08 pm
Calder stopped just as his fingertips touched the hammer and froze, leaving his hand upon it as he turned. It certainly wasn't Malodore's voice and that tipped him off right there that he was not where he was supposed to be. Looking about, he spotted a undead that was the complete opposite in ways of looks to the Plague Doctor. Overall, he would have assumed the boil was a reaper, but seeing as this was the undead dorms, he just looked like a rather human boil. Still, the getup said doctor to him, and he guessed that he hadn't been entirely wrong for being here. He did at least find a doctor, so it wasn't like he was too wrong in mistaking the place. Sadly, no leeches.
"Oh, this is your room! I thought this was someone else's dorm." he pointed out, spinning about with the hammer in hand and then offering it to the boil. "Sorry. Here." He said, offering the now touched, now held, hammer to the boil. "You wouldn't happen to know where a Plague Doctor lives? I was looking for him to check up on my leeches." He seemed completely uncaring that he was in the wrong place. In fact, he seemed rather chipper. It was pretty neat here. The limbs weren't anything new. Christof kept parts handing off his walls and spare parts in pails all the time. The jars were neat, and he wanted to go look in them. This place screamed 'serious science business' all over.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 6:52 pm
"A plague doctor?" Valentino asked as he snatched the hammer away. Already he could see the prints from the recently held hammer. It was too much, today he was scheduled to have a severe screaming match with the shovel over the hierarchy of power in the lab, but now he could see that the marks would require some serious cleaning this evening. The hammer was laughing at Valentino, it was going to get a good hard scrubbing by the end of the day. It wouldn't laugh then.
"I don't think that I know of any other doctor" Valentino walked to where the hammer had been before, giving it a quick wipe. As he walked back towards the boil, Valentino closed the door, making sure that the locking mechanism would set once the door closed. The one thing that would make Valentino's day any better, was a new boil to experiment on.
"Are you not feeling well boil? I am a doctor, what's bothering you?" Valentino slowly moved towards the operating table, he didn't want to scare the boil, but Valentino was already making a list of experiments the he could try. He noticed that the boil was looking at the preserved body parts. maybe the new boil would want an extra arm?
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 7:29 pm
Hammer gone, the kelpie's grabby hands were free to find new prey to touch and smudge. With plenty of new and strange things to ogle, he never noticed the locked door and looked about, leaning down to poke the jars of eyes and then trotted over as the undead doctor compulsively cleaned his hammer. "Yeah, he lives here. Big beak mask, with spikes on his back. Red and black dress." He gave a simplified version of the boil or…ghoul? …or whatever it was to the other boil as he looked up at some hanging arms. It wasn't that he wanted one of his own. He ha plenty, but that they probably would have been rather tasty if they were left in a vat of salt water to marinade. It was a whiff of chemicals that turned him off form the idea, and he stepped away and noticed a shovel in the farther side of the room. What was it with the undead and shovels? Christof had one in his room and now this guy. Weird. Was it like a security thing or favorite toy? All the COOL undead have a shovel or something?
"Oh no. I'm good. The only thing that's bothering me now is…well, I already visited the Nurse's office for that." He gestured at his bandaged leg just above his hoof where it had been slightly swollen. It was much better than how much it had ballooned days before.
Stepping over, he looked at the shovel, taking the handle and spinning it about. "Was going to check in on my leeches and kill some time." He was bored after all, and his leeches always perked him up. Twirling the shovel with it's tip on the ground, he looked up at the other boil. He seemed nice. "I'm Calder by the way. Who are you?" Funny to be asking considering he was the one invading the undead's room.
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