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Taste the Rainbow

Who: Gordon, Connor, Phoenix
When: After the Maid Cafe, before Prom
Where: Teacher Dorms
What: Testing candy samples from the Maid Cafe
Warning: DUDE BE TRIPPIN' BALLS, YO.

The lollipops clattered in a colorful pile on the kitchen table. The trio had gained them from the Maid Cafe earlier that evening, when Gordon had noticed the disurbing amount of sweets that could potentially be drugged. He wasn't crazy about testing them out themselves, but he agreed with Connor and Phoenix in that we didn't have time to send them to the city for some lab tech to lackadaisically analyze for three weeks. They needed a faster way to find out, and well... the most direct way was to test them out themselves.

The Physics teacher immediately pulls up a chair and grabs a paring knife, scoring and breaking each of the candies into two pieces. Putting both pieces into a single small bag each. Labeling them.

"Connor, far as I can figure we can give you one of these every half-hour; that should be long enough for us to tell if symptoms are manifesting or not. I'll give you some simple cognitive tests--the same one I gave you earlier, they call that a 'control'--and then give you the next specimen. When we do see symptoms, we'll immediately stop and get you into a side room to sleep it off."

Hopefully.

"Phoenix, I need you to help me keep all these damn candies straight." He's already built a small mound of colorful packets around him that would raise the eyebrow of any controlled substance officer, even those who never heard of consciousness-expanding sweets before. "Also you've experienced this drug firsthand so you can verify a positive drug specimen..."

He stops and turns back to them. "...Am I forgetting anything?"

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Connor looked at the pops, and at Gordon, and at Wright. He was switching his points of view where he was directed as Gordon gave the run down.

As far as he was concerned, he was ready for this hours ago. But listening to his plan was a good idea, he was the modern scientist afterall. It made logical sense to listen to him.

And they had a lot of candies to go through.

"I am hoping we find one and soon."

This was going to be... interesting. Yeah, that was one word for it. Interesting. It was the most optimistic way to describe it, of course. Otherwise Phoenix honestly did not want to witness from a third person's perspective what had otherwise happened to himself last summer.

"Well, I don't really know about the different varieties," he admitted. "I just know that I took a blue one last summer, and... I don't know if that's what acid trips are supposed to be like, but I'd guess it was something similar to that."

Still, he gave a sympathetic look toward Connor, a way of silently apologizing for putting him through this. He was about to open his mouth to offer himself in Connor's place, but... Well, while Phoenix was a selfless person to a degree, there were instances where he was not. And he had already offered up himself before, to which Connor declined, so...

Gordon scribbles a note about that on the nearest piece of paper he can find, then grabs a red packet, writes down the time on it, and tosses it to Connor.

"Here, let's not waste any time. Just take one half and make sure we get the bag back. Speaking of which, uh... what do we plan to do for the next half-hour? Uh, or any subsequent ones after that?"

This is the part he hadn't thought through. The fact that they were going to stare each other down with nothing to break the tension for a half-hour at a time.

"--We should think of something."

This wasn't really a time for games. And yet, if they were sitting down for a long period of time, well.

He just listened in as he decided to stick lollipop half number one inside his mouth.

Crunch crunch crunch...

Hrm, if there wasn't the slight anxiety of it being drugged...it didn't taste too bad. This one was red. Cherry flavor? Kinda tasted like overly sweet sugary cherries. A bit too sweet for him. But he can take it.

Phoenix tried to think. "I don't know. I should have a doctor on call in case something goes wrong," he offered as he pulled out his cell phone. Of course, there was always 9-1-1, though he had no idea if that actually worked here.

He had Rhys's number, of course, as well as others.

"But I'm guessing we should run tests to see how each drug affects him? Make him do certain things?"

He hesitantly watched Connor as soon as he heard that crunching sound. Welp... here goes nothing.

He had faith in the fact that both he and Phoenix could keep Connor from doing anything stupid. As for ascertaining if the drug was affecting him...?

"Already got that covered. That's what the cognitive tests I gave him earlier were for." He adds with a nod, actually smiling a little. "That was a baseline comparison. A control... How're you feeling, Connor?"

"...Fine," he said as he swallowed the sugary substance.

What was he supposed to be feeling anyway? He had no idea.

Clearly he should be more scared that he was right now. But he was committed to it. Not a single thought came to him to back down. He was doing this.

But really though, was he supposed to look for anything?

"I feel fine now. Is there something I should be aware of? Nothing seems out of the ordinary."

Phoenix felt a bit fidgety at this whole thing. He wanted to get up and pace around ~~or start frantically clicking on everything in the room and examining them~~.

"Well uh... I'm not sure what the red ones do... Wouldn't it take a bit for it to kick in, anyway?" He was speaking a bit quicker than usual, his nervousness now kicking in. What if this caused him to hulk out or something and attack everyone?

~~Oi watch it, those psy-locks are there for a reason dammit~~

"It would. That was mostly for the sake of conversation." He says through a sigh, grabbing an empty food container nearby and scooping the packets into it. "But Connor? If you start feeling jittery, sleepy, start seeing things that aren't real or anything else unusual, let me know. Let us know." He adds, gesturing between himself and Phoenix.

A little later...

"All right, Connor, let's test you out."

It's a fairly simple bit of mental gymnastics; simple arithmetic (two plus six equals...), a memory puzzle (If John has two apples, Susie with five apples, Dick with three and Elmer with two... how many people did I just list?) simple memory, things like that. Connor's already gone through this once already, so if he's lucid he should have no problem.

So far so good, Connor passed those tests. He nodded at both Gordon and Phoenix as he felt like there was that circle of trust.

Once he was done. He went silent.

So far...so good, yet again.

"...When should I test another?"

Whoa, not too fast.

"Hold it!" Phoenix interjected. "Shouldn't there be physical tests involved too? Tests of strength or something?"

He did recall that one of the lollipops affected physical endurance - he wasn't sure if it was this one, though. But a lot of them did all different things.

Oh. Oh right.

"...What do do you suggest?"

He doesn't exactly have a freeweight set in the dorm, after all.

...Ugh.

Fine.

Well they were just being careful but.

Connor then got up. Walked to one end of the room. Walked back. Jumped on the chair he sat on. Jumped off. Lifted chair up. Lifted chair down.

Shrugged his shoulders.

See he's fine, right?

Okay. Everything was good... okay, lifting a chair with no effort....

Well, chairs weren't that heavy, right?

Phoenix looked over to Gordon with an eyebrow raised. Silently asking if that was normal, if that was okay to test.

He just gives him a shrug in return.

"Good enough for me."

"Then good," Connor said as he got up another test bag.

"Then let us not waste any more time, we need to keep going."

Regardless of what happened, what you two guys did.

POP goes in another one.

And more time passed.

Phoenix fiddled with his cuffs, twirled a stray lock of hair in his finger... Well, he was getting bored and fidgety. Nothing much was happening yet.

"Huh?" He suddenly remembered what he was doing. "Oh... Is this another red one?"

Gordon, for his part, had gotten up from the table and taken to pacing. Phoenix isn't the only one that's bored. He's a hair's breadth from trundling over to the game system and turning it on. Or taking something apart... again.

"Looks like a green one." He observes, marking the time on the half-empty packet.

Gordon you might as well just do that and just maybe you can educate Connor on something as he awaits a drug trip.

He actually might be fascinated and you might not have a hard time making him a useless third wheel in a three player game of something.

Really. It won't be hard.

...By the way, now it tasted like lime and it was sour and Connor didn't like it too much.

He might've scrunched his face a little.

"Tastes...odd. The flavor."

Phoenix haphazardly nodded. Green ones... He didn't remember what those did. He was counting the creases on his knuckles now. Wow he wished he had something to play with, like toy dinosaurs or something. Not that... he plays with toy dinosaurs or anything... ~~Not that I drew a dumb sketch of him playing with toy dinosaurs while on the phone with legal aid.~~

"Odd flavor?" he muttered, glancing at Gordon. "Is that significant at all?" He wasn't a science guy, okay. He'd only remember it if it had something to do with legal issues. Which it might. So he'll probably remember that the green lollipop has an odd flavor. Yes good.

"Hard to say. You're the one who tasted them before." He adds almost dismissively, waving back while preoccupied his game system. Dammit, if he's going to stay here, he'd rather sacrifice his brain cells to instant gratification instead of nothing at all.

...His violent fallback games are probably not the best idea, however. Might cause some problems for the possibly-drugged-warrior-turned-janitor in the room with them. Something not violent, but playable by more than one character, able to hold their attention... He turns back to the other two and offers a second controller as...

Are those karts driving across the screen?

"Anyone want to play?"

Edited 2013-06-30 22:37 (UTC)

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