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sojournerdeep2016-10-06 04:50 pm
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[Location] A bank of dispensers (Open)
Spike has been on board this ship for roughly twenty-four hours- long enough to have answered a distress call, snooped about the infirmary a bit, although not as much as he'd have liked to; wandered into a strange corridor full of existential angst and Mr Finch (and Bear), offended several innocent people who are just trying to get on with their lives, and feels he is coming to some understanding of the situation at hand.
That is to say, there's no getting off this hulk anytime soon, no one seems to know where they are going or why they are here, or what is behind it. This all seems just about as expected. He's also discovered Ship's Services, whose voice is as soothing as a BBC radio 4 presenter's, and who seems to be fairly unhelpful in the matter of answering questions. But in a pleasant-sounding way.
She has directed him to the dispensers, though, and if Spike understands properly, these dispensers will dispense more than just the sub-par tea and biscuits he obtained for Jason Blood and Skywalker, they apparently will dispense all manner of things. Spike, being one of nature's personalities who will always test a theory by prodding it, is conducting an informal experiment at the moment.
He's decided to begin simple, and branch out from there. He reckons that asking the dispenser for things that are primarily artificial might be simpler than say, asking it to replicate a form of human blood that could satisfy the health needs of a vampire.
Red Bull is artificial in more or less every respect, so he reckons it's a decent jumping-off point. Also, he hasn't had any caffeine apart from weak tea in about twenty-four hours and he's getting a mild headache.
"Right," Spike addresses the dispenser, "I would like a canned fizzy drink. Light pink in colour, carbonated, containing water, vitamins, something called 'taurine,' and enough caffeine and sugar to light up a fleet of hummingbirds."
He waits to see what will happen. The dispenser is silent at first, then there's a rather promising little humming noise and a series of soft beeps. A panel slides open, revealing a recessed portion in the wall. Spike brightens as he reaches in and withdraws a can. Progress!
He shakes it slightly. There definitely seems to be liquid within. He cracks open the can and is rewarded with the hiss of carbonation. Even better! He lifts the can to his lips-- yes, it would probably be better to find someone to act as a handy guinea pig, but it isn't as though the average mundane poison would do him much harm, and besides, the tea wasn't poisoned, was it?
He takes a swallow and promptly spits it out.
That is to say, there's no getting off this hulk anytime soon, no one seems to know where they are going or why they are here, or what is behind it. This all seems just about as expected. He's also discovered Ship's Services, whose voice is as soothing as a BBC radio 4 presenter's, and who seems to be fairly unhelpful in the matter of answering questions. But in a pleasant-sounding way.
She has directed him to the dispensers, though, and if Spike understands properly, these dispensers will dispense more than just the sub-par tea and biscuits he obtained for Jason Blood and Skywalker, they apparently will dispense all manner of things. Spike, being one of nature's personalities who will always test a theory by prodding it, is conducting an informal experiment at the moment.
He's decided to begin simple, and branch out from there. He reckons that asking the dispenser for things that are primarily artificial might be simpler than say, asking it to replicate a form of human blood that could satisfy the health needs of a vampire.
Red Bull is artificial in more or less every respect, so he reckons it's a decent jumping-off point. Also, he hasn't had any caffeine apart from weak tea in about twenty-four hours and he's getting a mild headache.
"Right," Spike addresses the dispenser, "I would like a canned fizzy drink. Light pink in colour, carbonated, containing water, vitamins, something called 'taurine,' and enough caffeine and sugar to light up a fleet of hummingbirds."
He waits to see what will happen. The dispenser is silent at first, then there's a rather promising little humming noise and a series of soft beeps. A panel slides open, revealing a recessed portion in the wall. Spike brightens as he reaches in and withdraws a can. Progress!
He shakes it slightly. There definitely seems to be liquid within. He cracks open the can and is rewarded with the hiss of carbonation. Even better! He lifts the can to his lips-- yes, it would probably be better to find someone to act as a handy guinea pig, but it isn't as though the average mundane poison would do him much harm, and besides, the tea wasn't poisoned, was it?
He takes a swallow and promptly spits it out.