mitochondriaaya | ...not so holy no.

Entry tags:

kaos

...not so holy no.

Who" The twins, a cult, and anyone.
When: A few days after midterms.
What: Religious studies get a touch out of hand.

Life at Kaos U was never boring, no, far from. Their pop quizzes were 'something blew up in X hall' more than anything else. Today was Robotics over in the Farley building. Tat had an extra bit of urgency because they knew someone over there.

Thankfully Pierce was alright, angry that the idiot in the class had caused an explosion, and burned but alive. He knew to come to them instead of any of the other med students, which was best. Everyone had their pet projects after all...

...and who knew how Dilan's modifications would handle some of those pet projects?

Still Pierce got his bandages and sucker just to be amusing. He didn't think anything else of it until he was sitting down at dinner, blinking, "where are the girls?" That was a valid question, right?

The explosion had been before lunch, they should have been home by now certainly? Unless they'd planned library time (slots for that could be just as cutthroat). "They're not on call tonight, right?" at the college clinic?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He'd meant Maya but hey, Sheeva not missing limbs was awesome too! "Okay, I'm staying put until I backslag all these systems and maybe melt their house..."

"Ok." Dilan agreed, cheerfully enough. "Melt it a lot if you do. I think they have tunnels." Then he looked down at Maya, "What do you want for dinner, Maya? I was thinking I could make burgers for all of us but Braig. He needs to have a full on vegetarian meal."

"Tunnels here, dunno if techie has tunnels at their house though, bad luck if he's accessing from a dorm," Pierce hummed cheerfully, fingers flying on the keyboard. "We need a name for the new satellite!"

Right.

Maya grumbled and turned her face into Dilan's shoulder, the light hurt, yay instant killer headache, "maybe soup...chewing would probably suck."

"Call it 'Righteous Indignation'." Braig suggested as he and Aya came up from below.

"Soup? Okay. Minestrone, beef, or chicken?"

"Dude, nice, it'll be a great Satellite," Pierce grinned. "Hey she's got all her limbs too, bonus!"

"Fuck you too Pierce," Aya snorted hoarsely. "Takes a bit to get our limbs."

"Also a bonus!" he laughed.

"Beef. Lots of beef. Just soft?" Maya requested.

"Lots of soft beef." Dilan agreed, "I can do that. How soft? Tender, or completely fallen apart?"

"Tender, not pot roast fall off fork I think, protein need should kick in hard once we get something in us?" Maya admitted. Plus fallen apart tended to take longer!

"Okay." Dilan agreed, smiling down at her a little. It was more fang-filled than usual, he was riding the hunting high, but it was still his rather sweet smile. "Anything you want, Maya."

"Full lab workup of what they dropped everyone in the library with to make a broad spectrum resistance booster, but right now will help," Maya teased. "Brain still works!"

"Good, I'd flounder if we were down a brain!" Aya noted from behind.

"I can do that." BLISS! He gets to SCIENCE once the girls are safely home, fed, and have checked themselves out. And he's checked them out for esoteric things that they might not think of. They're more practical medicine, he's more esoteric weird. "Are...are you joking, Aya? Because your brains aren't dependent on each other, I don't think."

"Yeah, dude, she's joking."

"Joking!" she agreed, "but I'd be really lost without my brain bounce partner. I mean you guys are awesome but she's my late night bed time rambly bounce since childhood!"

"Security blanket brain?" Maya giggled.

"She's your sister." Dilan said, with a tiny hint of jealousy. Only a hint, though, because he wouldn't want someone else to have his messed up genes...and he had Braig.

Braig who reached over to give Dilan's arm a squeeze with the arm not helping Aya walk.

Maya flopped a bit more hug like against him? "Takes two of us to keep up with most the geniuses we know though, so there's that?"

Dilan hugged her back, gently, "You aren't judging yourself against me, are you?" he asked with a little bit of worry.

"Sometimes! But that's normal with people we like in a wider social sense I think? Want to make sure we stand up to people we like so they don't feel obligated to be around us instead of just enjoying our company? That maaaaay not make sense."

"It didn't." Dilan admitted, "You still shouldn't judge against me. I'm unique."

"Different ideas of judging and measuring I think," Maya admitted. "You're unique, yes, you're also our friend and we want to be engaging to you like you are to us?"

"I like you because you are you." Dilan informed her simply, "You don't have to try to be likable. You just are."

"When he's right, he's right." Braig agreed.

She...would throw her hands in the air if her arms weren't jelly? Yeah. "Not getting what I'm saying, either of you," she grumbled, a touc grumpy AND loopy now!

"...stop trying," Aya wheezed.

Dilan's mouth twisted in bemused agreement with Aya. They should probably all stop trying, for the moment. The two men finished getting the two women to the house and Dilan settled Maya on the couch with a brief touch of lips to hair. He remembered his and Braig's mothers doing that when one or the other of the boys had been hurt, so was trying to give the same kind of comfort.

Braig helped Aya over to the same couch, but did not give her a kiss on the hair. There were things that Dilan could get away with because he was Dilan that Braig simply couldn't.

"Beef stew." Dilan informed Braig, "I'm going to use the pressure cooker to get the beef started while I chop the rest of the things for it. Could you get coffee going?"

"Yeah, dude, I can get coffee started. You two?" that was to the twins.

"Coffee sounds great," Maya admitted. "Enough milk to cool it and drink with a straw?" Rather than trust her hands not to shake?

"Blehhh, no coffee for me. Throat hurts," from coughing, yup. "Cough drops?" Cough drops were like drinks right? Sure!

Braig got the coffee started and went to get cough drops for Aya.

"So." he said, "What do you want to do next, ladies? Besides calling Nevada. One of you should do that now."

"Analyze what dropped us, test against it, see if we got the lucky flip that means we're immune now, maybe do public denouncements to shatter any lingering cult beliefs, don't know, need to think about that angle," Maya hummed thoughtfully.

"Run faces, see if anyone looks familiar as having had classes or the like with us..." Aya added hoarsely, passing Maya her phone. "Break in new gear." Ugh.

"I'll start analysis as soon as the food is cooking." Dilan said cheerfully. All of them were safe, it was fine to go into SCIENCE!! mode. (Three exclamation points were only for times none of them were hurt.)

"Let me know if you want help writing a denouncement." Braig tossed Aya the cough drops and plopped into a chair even as he spoke, listening to the coffee pot so he could get his roommate her coffee as soon as it was ready. "I don't think you need my help, but it's there if you want it."

"We can help run swabs and such, need to make sure our weird biology won't decide it's addicted or something too." Which was always a risk with mass application drugging. They'd had some really weird reactions to mustard gas after all.

"Hmmm, we'll bounce off you? Make sure it's not going to seem like a challenge to the theology students?" Because they did try to not start wars?

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject