[061: Spam for Omega]

[shortsightedlove]

[One day he would remember not to go to port -- the few times a good one comes up are certainly overshadowed by the countless bad ones.

And one day he would learn that the Admiral could twist the most promising premise into something unappealing.

This all wouldn't even be so bad if there was just a time flux to take care of -- that part was actually fun -- but these... puzzles, obstacles -- experiments -- he was decidedly less enthusiastic about. Especially since they had now successfully managed to remind him of them and their experiments.

Not that there was much time to think about that, considering the poison. Unfortunately, that didn't stop the memories coming.]

...What do we do now?

[He doubted Omega couldn't notice his distress -- and that it was not purely because of the poison -- but he would have to hold on until they got out of this at least.

And Omega had warned him to be cautious. One day he'd have to remember to listen, too.]

Comments

[rass_bestie]

[Omega slips his hand into Rassilon's and his voice was calm and firm when he speaks.] We find a cure. [It sounds simple.]

[shortsightedlove]

Of course. [He has no intention of dying here, not when he's escaped -- but he really should stop thinking about that.]

[rass_bestie]

Well, it seems we have a choice. Which cup seems the most likely to be our winner?

[shortsightedlove]

The- [He paused, staring at them. He wasn't sure. Surely it couldn't be that difficult?] ...I don't know.

[rass_bestie]

[Omega nods.] Well, the tests are here for a purpose, aren't they? Perhaps if we try to understand the purpose a bit more, we'll be able to understand the odds of which is which?

[shortsightedlove]

[The purpose is, obviously, to infuriate him.] Examining how one behaves when searching for an antidote for themselves?

[rass_bestie]

Examining what one values.

[shortsightedlove]

Values?

[rass_bestie]

Yes. These cups appear to be differently valuable. This is made of pewter, this some manner of mixed metal and this one appears very brushed and professional.

[shortsightedlove]

Why would anyone base their decisions on how valuable the cup is?

[rass_bestie]

Habit. How they were thought. [He picks up the cup.] They all appear to have a similar colour liquid.

[shortsightedlove]

It's still foolish. Perhaps there's a clue somewhere?

[rass_bestie]

And? I would presume a trick is involved to trap the foolish, Rass.

[shortsightedlove]

Of course. But to drink any of this based on the value of the cup is simply...

[rass_bestie]

I don't see any other clues, do you?

[shortsightedlove]

I'm looking for them. And the cup value is hardly a clue.

[rass_bestie]

Everything is a clue, Rass.

[shortsightedlove]

But what doe the cups themselves tell us? Not much! This is...! [He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He needs to think.]

[rass_bestie]

Perhaps the plainest is the most likely? [He leans towards him to help him calm.]

[shortsightedlove]

Perhaps the most valuable is? Or perhaps the one in the middle? How should we know without another clue? [He tries to keep the desperation out of his voice.]

[rass_bestie]

I'm likely the most immune. [He takes the smallest sip of the ugliest.]

[shortsightedlove]

What are you doing?! [Are you insane?]

[rass_bestie]

I'm antimatter. And still alive.

[shortsightedlove]

But you still don't know what this is!

[rass_bestie]

I do now. My taste buds do work.