Back at the Hotel Wundagore

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

"That's right. Count backwards from ten Ms. Lensherr."

The leather pouch is rolled flat on the surface of the bed. Each vial within is carefully hand labeled in an archaic German script.

Raven sits on the bed next to the green haired woman, gently holding one hand. She's wearing a maternal face with a faint hint of an Eastern European background. She unties the tournaquet from Lorna's upper arm and gives the girl's hand a gentle pat.

A stone knife sits behind Raven's back, out of the girl's sight. The room is suspiciously bare of any form of metal.

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[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

"One hell of a fucked up concience you have there. Do you plan on following this cannibal for the rest of his life to make sure he doesn't snack on anyone else? Or are you going to let his future innocent victims suffer and die? Let him live, their blood is on your hands."

Mmm. Smoking in bed. Shaw won't let them smoke anywhere on the Helicarrier anymore. All the good hotels are non-smoking. She'd forgotton just how relaxing it can be. She takes one last long, satisfying drag then pops the filter in her mouth.

Her eyes widen in shock. She rolls over on one side and gags, spitting it back out. "Sheisse! Is that what they normally taste like?" She stares at the half chewed filter in disgust.

[spidey2099.livejournal.com]

Spidey just smirks under the mask, as that reaction makes up for the arrogant lecture.

"Yes. Cigarettes taste like poison, because they ARE poison. Outlawed in 2030, and only bitchy libertarians cared."

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

"Used to 'em tasting like hickory barbaque - kinda sweet with a smoky aftertaste. Goes well with the texture..."

She stares at it in horror, then slowly looks down at her own hand. Her brow furrows. She closes her eyes, concentrates with all her might, and then licks the back of her hand.

Her hand falls limply to the bed. She turns away so he won't see her face.

[spidey2099.livejournal.com]

You just nailed her granddaughter, Miggy, throw her a bone.

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

She can't bring herself to look at him.

"I don't know if it's still around in your time, but there's an old saw about your body is your temple. Mine's not. There's no mystery, no miracles beyond my understanding. I've had concious control of every gland and tissue for over half my life. Now... it's like I'm a disembodied brain in a jar."