Blinded me with science

[buckingham]

more than E X P E R I M E N T A L In this laboratory setting you've found yourself in - be it a shady, fly-by-night hackjob, a secret governmental facility, or a sleek, state-of-the art facility - there's no room for error. What's done is done for science: pure, perfect, uncorrupted by human foibles. Data is the only language spoken, reason the guiding light. And for all this progress to occur smoothly, everyone must know their proper role, from the specialists at work to the lowly crew...and, of course, any experiments involved. Some more bleeding hearts would feel sorry for the latter, but make no mistake, they're little more than lab rats. They are not to be pitied. Emotion shouldn't even be wasted on them. Especially not an emotion as messy and useless in and of itself as romantic love. Why, you wouldn't want to jeopardize the breakthrough of the ages on account of some fairy tale, would you? Besides, it would be the most unfulfilling of relationships, for you could never be with your beloved test subject. Unless. Unless you broke them out. Such an action would be highly illogical and, more importantly, met with severe punishment. Are they worth all that? How to Play - Your character is either some sort of test subject/creature/weapon/misunderstood and otherwise tortured prisoner of science OR an outside party (scientist, doctor, janitor, visitor, journalist, sky's the limit). They meet their opposite. They fall in love. Bad Shit happens. Nobody's happy. - Comment with your character, preferences, role, info, all the good stuff. - Reply to others. - Be tragic and miserable together.

Comments

[unshakencowboah]

Arthur eventually pulled his focus onto the task at hand, reminding himself if they didn't get to the ocean tomorrow morning then they'd both be put away, and this time-for Phoenix-for good.

He then checked the news, seeing if there'd been any leaks or notices put up. Nothing. So they were keeping it quiet as possible...He re-scouted his route to the the ocean as it was possible they'd be watching the tolls. The trip would be a bit longer but at least they'd have a hard time catching them.

When dinner time rolled around, Arthur knocked on the bathroom door before coming in. "Hey." he said, offering a tentative smile. "Hungry?"

[iobject]

Phoenix had been sleeping most of the day away, and it's clearly good for him because more color seeps into his scales. Now, there seems to be a shining gilded trim to the fins at his ears, when previously they'd been only a pale and slightly sickly blue. The blue color in his scales is becoming richer in quality, but still not as beautiful as they were in the beginning.

He perks awake, blinking sleep from his eyes as Arthur comes in, and he returns Arthur's smile. They can put the kissing thing behind them, if that's what Arthur wants.

He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again abruptly, nodding instead before pulling himself out of the tub, balancing himself on the edge as he reaches for a towel. No need to start talking before he's got legs.

[unshakencowboah]

Arthur grabbed Phoenix a towel and helped him out onto the mat in order to dry off, pulling the plug to drain the tub. He'd refill it with fresh water and a new batch of salt for tonight. The quiet was strange, and Arthur didn't like it...

"You can talk if you want to, I just..." he sighed, patting his fish tail down, careful of the larger sores still on the mend, though the color was coming back in blooms which was encouraging. Arthur met his eyes. "I ain't used to...well, being liked. Especially like that."

[iobject]

Phoenix doesn’t blush, but he definitely feels like he would if he could. He hesitates, considering whether he should talk even with the invitation to do so.

He opens his mouth, then closes it, his ears flicking uncertainly. He wishes his tail would hurry up and split, but it’s taking its sweet time.

“I like you. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to,” he says finally, candidly, risking using his voice again. “I just don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to by accident.”

He’s used to caring fiercely for people and then saying goodbye to them. It’s an old and familiar heartbreak. But humans don’t necessarily have the same background as he does.

[unshakencowboah]

Arthur waited for him to talk, and when he didn't he half expected him not to again, which would have been a shame, for he found his voice...Was it still wonderful even if it was supposed to be so?

The statement is understandable, he knew he wouldn't forgive himself or Phoenix for enticing him into...well, whatever, against his will.

After awhile he said, "I like you too. Ain't sure what it should mean, if anythin' but...so you know."

[iobject]

Phoenix gives a rueful smile, the tip of his tail flicking. It scatters droplets of water on the wall. His tail is starting to split as it's pat dry.

"Tell me if you still feel that way when I'm a bit more human."

Phoenix has no illusions. He knows that mer are enticing for humans, enticing enough to lure people to their death. When he's closer to human, humans are able to be themselves. Another reason why he prefers not to interact with humans when he has his tail.

[unshakencowboah]

Arthur nodded, that was for the best if he did.

He continued to help dry him down until at last he was as human as can be.

After he was dressed, he spoke up again. "I feel the same as I did a moment ago. I like yea." he smiled softly