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Who: Coil Lenn
Broadcast: Open
Action: SS Red Fish
When: Nov. 26th, morning

[sometime in what could be considered the early hours of 'morning,' a transmission is sent out to every ship. it's only text at first, and it has taken its author an embarrassingly long time to type out.]

pos. samples show unfam. protein action
isolat predatory protein, but diff. to denature
prion? but neg. for aggregates
acting sim. to chaperone? but no trail b/c lack of residue after disassembly

[and then--of course--he remembers the rest of what he wanted to say after he sends it. so, video follows a few seconds after the text message. the camera comes on as a very sick-looking, scraggly teenager is finishing up scrawling something onto the back of his lab notes and then holding it up for the camera to see. he's so tired of trying to type this stuff out it's not even funny.]

'protein structures are solid in native state but I think we can destabilize them'

[and once he's given viewers a few seconds to read, he sets the paper down to write one more word in large letters and emphasizes with scribbly underlining]

'C U R E'

[the video connection is then left open, obviously waiting for responses.]

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[whether he cares or not, he still looks a little subdued at the question.

he shrugs a little, but it's totally a cop-out answer.]

But even if you're not my crew anymore, if you need any help, you can ask me!

[at first, he just nods.

...but, after another moment or two of thought, he actually rolls the idea around in his head. it takes him a minute to remember that this guy is actually supposedly useful.

so, another question scribbled on the paper]

'what kind of help?'

There's a lot I can do, buuuut...if you need me to, I can curse anyone for you!

[he looks interested, and draws a question mark in the air with a fingertip... and just kind of hopes that it's enough to get him to elaborate]

I can curse people! You know, with magic? There's a lot that can be done with curses~

[this time he gestures in that 'go on, go on' kind of way. he wants to hear more.]

Well, there's curses to make people sick, to kill them-- some of them even work painlessly, isn't that great?

[he doesn't smile, but... his whole expression lightens up.

and he nods.

yes, that is great.]

You think so too, right? That's great~

It's reaaaaally easy, too.

[he nods, in that way that he hopes shows how interested he is. he still feels crappy, but he gets more comfortable in his seat, propping his elbows on the desk in front of the screen.]

[ He'd go on regardless. ]

They don't even take that long to set up! Sure, some of them might require sacrifices, but there's plenty of those on the ships~

[ The rats. He means the rats. ]

[well, he has a rapt audience. and the mention of sacrifices causes much less of a pause than it probably should, until what Henry must actually mean dawns on him.

and when that part clicks, he gets a much bigger nod. ...ah right. rats. of course.]

So, do you need help?

[he doesn't know how well the guy will follow more complicated gestures, but he tries anyway. pointing down, where he's at now, he shakes his head. then he kind of points out forward, indicating something somewhere else or maybe at a different point in time, and nods.

not now. but probably later.]

Not...on your ship...but maybe somewhere else?

[ He tried. ]

[he... squints a little... and kind of nods? maybe that's close enough to what he meant... or something...]

Okay~ Just let me know when you need help!

[okay! yes good, this is what he was trying to get to.

so, looking a little more uplifted than when he started the conversation, he nods!]