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Post by Jules on Jan 9, 2009 8:11:58 GMT -5
No one could ever say she hadn't tried, but Indira did not enjoy being treated like a pesk. "Fine. I assumed too much, excuse me--" But then someone else approached them and started raving and it took a moment for Indira to process this new man's presence. And after having been insulted by the rougher side of this man, it was quite comforting to hear him be called a Cheapskate.
She had to cover her hand to hide a smile, turn a chuckle into a cough. She pulled on the hem of her plain sweater, "Ahh, right. Sorry about the chatter, we were just...discussing the crisis." Indira was close to giving up on this man, she didn't understand why he was questioning her intellect though. He had no evidence to conclude one way or the other that she was indeed an idiot. Perhaps he wasn't a good scientist, jumping to foolish conclusions was not a good sign.
"I suppose we didn't realize how loud we were being. I think we were about done anyways." She looked at Jeykll and Hyde, "Since you seem so sure you can accomplish the feat on your own in time. I hope you realize people will starve to death if you don't hurry."
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Post by Marguerite on Jan 9, 2009 11:42:29 GMT -5
"Hang on," said Richard, catching onto the conversation that had so bothered him. "Are you trying to solve all this nonsense with the not getting into people's minds? I say, how is it stopped? It's a dashed uncomfortable business and I think it's dueced bad form to just be blocking off everyone left and right like this!"
A little belatedly, he realized it might be a good idea to have a round of introductions. "Oh, I'm Richard Wellesley, but most call me "General"." He tagged on an unenthusiastic "How-d'ee-do" and returned to the subject that interested him the most.
"It ain't in any of the books, this mind-block thing! You could think a library would have books on the subject, but no! Why the devil do we pay taxes if our public library ain't got books on what we need to know?"
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Post by Maestro on Jan 10, 2009 2:24:04 GMT -5
"Well, if you had been able to understand, you would have starting using some scientific "jargon" to prove it to me. As it is, I'm unimpressed." He glanced along the row of books, pulling a psychology tome down off of the shelf. With a bit of a laugh, he added, "And yes, I was perfectly aware of how loud I was. I have not even begun to reach the heights of my voice."
He narrowed his eyes at her attempt to hurry him. "The reason that it is not finished yet is because of people like you who insist on interrupting me!" Hyde was getting quite loud now, bordering on shouting. But, this was a library, and while Hyde might not care, Jekyll did.
Jekyll shoved his way forward, determined to bring about some peace, if he could. Sorry to disappoint, Jekyll, but with Hyde around, that's not likely. "Yes, I am," he responded to the General's question. "I am Dr. Henry Jekyll, at your service, and the other brash character that deems it necessary to say whatever comes into his head is Edward Hyde. And no, we just happen to be the same person."
"It may not be in any of these books, but I am bound and determined to get to the bottom of this situation." And when Jekyll or Hyde put their mind to it, they could pretty much accomplish anything (rather trite, but very true).
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Post by Jules on Jan 10, 2009 2:37:25 GMT -5
"Is that what you do? Use big words to prove how smart you are? If everyone who used big words was considered intelligent, then any moron with a thesaurus could, by your definition, win a Nobel prize."
She sighed and tried to reign in her temper, it was useless and ineffectual. "I did not mean to interrupt, but I am really interested in pursuing the same goals as you. I would be happy to help." Even if one half of the man was a complete asshole.
"I'm....Indira." It took her a second to force her tongue to introduce herself as something other than Ms. Aditi since this was not a classroom and these were not her students.
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Post by Marguerite on Jan 11, 2009 19:39:28 GMT -5
"Well tally-bally-ho to the both of you for having read the thesaurus," Richard said impatiently. "However, what the hell are you going on about Nobel prizes when there ain't more than one for literature and that's the one to do with the words, ain't it?"
Richard was not much familiar with Nobel prizes, or, in fact, any prizes that could not be gleaned from a field of battle. "Now, Prissy Missy, what the devil is going on? Do either of you know how to stop whatever is blocking the minds? What goal d'you have in mind?"
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Post by Maestro on Jan 12, 2009 0:25:14 GMT -5
"I do not have time to teach a you even a beginner's course on Basic Medical Terminology!" Hyde was starting to get even angrier. Voice rising, he added, "Besides, even if one was to look in a thesaurus, one would not be able to demonstrate the knowledge of the words one was trying to spout." He was becoming increasingly annoyed with this girl's attempt to show that she understood at all what he was trying to do. "Do not attempt to put words into my mouth; it won't turn out any better for you in the long run," he growled dangerously.
If one could see into the mind of Jekyll and Hyde, this picture would be presented: while Hyde is busy conversing with Indira and Richard, Jekyll paces in the background. Every time Jekyll wants to say something, he shoves Hyde out of the way and takes his place. Then the same thing happens, but in reverse. It is a never-ending process.
And once that was done, Jekyll finally had a turn to speak. "I may not know what is blocking minds, but I am going to manufacture fear. Eventually, I will make joy, as well." Hyde probably wouldn't bother, but with Jekyll...well, he had to try to save everyone.
"Ah, yes, poor Jekyll. He has to save every poor unfortunate soul he comes across," Hyde repeated, mocking the doctor. But Jekyll was used to that and did not allow Hyde's interruption to knock him over in their field of mind.
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Post by Princess Katie on Jan 16, 2009 0:22:43 GMT -5
She had been trying, trying very hard, to concentrate. Typically, Finola was so good at concentrating that it was detrimental to her health; she could sit in a spot and focus on one tiny detail for days without eating or sleeping.
But that was in her lab, in her house, working on a project that was only important to her, not the whole Isle, and where the worst interruption was her concerned mother's occasional attempts to push baked goods on her. Unfortunately, here in this public facility, there were other people around, breathing her air, marring her silence. In fact, a group of someones was having a rather loud argument somewhere to her left, and Finola had read the last sentence in her book about fifteen times and still had not retained the meaning. She slid her notes into the book to hold her spot and stood, the percentage of angry-red in her kaleidescope hair getting notably higher as her temper flared.
"Excuse me," she said, poking her head around a shelf so she could direct her irritation at those who earned it, "this is a library."
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Post by Jules on Jan 16, 2009 0:31:01 GMT -5
Indira attempted to keep her anger in check. It wasn't her fault if the men were so block-headed that they couldn't imagine she was just as smart as them. She didn't need a course in any kind of medical terminology, she happened to be well versed.
"Once the synthetic fear is created, there will be the left-over issue of why the minds are blocked in the first place. A secondary goal should be trying to solve that problem to allow all imagined beings access again."
When Finola (yet another person to snap at her) interrupted, Indira sighed. "We're sorry to interrupt whatever studies you were attempting, but perhaps you can forgive us, we're discussing the crisis."
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