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braaaaains?
WHO: Ravi Chakrabarti
WHERE: Behind the Inn
WHEN: May 23
OPEN TO: OTA!
WARNINGS: (Please warn for adult content or anything triggering) Gravedigging, brains, zombieism talk
WHERE: Behind the Inn
WHEN: May 23
OPEN TO: OTA!
WARNINGS: (Please warn for adult content or anything triggering) Gravedigging, brains, zombieism talk
It's probably alarming, but in the early hours of the morning, Ravi has been out with a shovel, digging up graves that he'd once put bodies into. It had been something he's been wary about ever since Major started showing symptoms, because maybe if he could somehow find old brains, he could at least keep Major off the animal ones.
Unfortunately, days of digging in the exact place he remembers the corpses being yields nothing but dirt on his face and frustration. He needs to figure out some sort of solution that's more viable (and horrifically gross as it sounds, tastier than what they're doing). Unfortunately, replicating myelin is a strange idea to begin with and that's with a postulation that the myelin is what's causing the zombie to be fed.
So here he is, another early hour, trying yet another grave site that he thinks might be the location of one of the bodies he'd performed his autopsies on. If this is a bust, then he's going to have to resort to trying to lure the new animals into a trap of some kind and hope that possibly, the brain chemistry or the effects of one of their new friends can help to keep Major fed without him resorting to wanting to hoard nuts for the winter every single time.
Sticking the shovel in the ground, he wipes at the sweat of his brow, having dreadful flashbacks to the days of their delightful tainted utopium searches and he knows, more than ever, that this is absolutely not the sort of life he wants to keep on repeating.
Grateful it's hardly sweating season, Ravi stares at the large mess he's made, realizing he'd started far too late today and he's definitely appearing to audition for town gravedigger with absolutely no intentions of taking that job, but honestly? He's just absolutely too worn to do anything but stare right now, because the emptiness is too much to handle.
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"Hi," he starts, trying to gauge exactly how suspicious he looks. "Would you believe me if I said I was just taking up gardening?" he quips, trying to keep things genial and light.
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"I think this might have been before your time, but I had to examine a few bodies," he explains. "We buried one of them here, I think. I'm trying to figure out if they've come along to our brand new world."
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"Yeah? Doesn't seem like they have. Why did you think they would be?"
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He's not going into the whole 'and I might need their brains for my zombie best friend' part, because that's just awkward.
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"I'm dealing with a medical issue and I could have used the...well, the cadavers," he says, aware that this is all morbid and terrible, but it's the truth, at least.
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"I've got a friend here and he's got a condition that didn't appear until we came out of the fountain again," he says, trying to be blunt without talking about zombies and coming off like a creepy weirdo. "Wherever we were, it was in check. Now, it's not, and if I want to make a drug to hold off his symptoms, I could use some..."
He gestures to the grave, figuring that will say it all.
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"It's not good," Ravi confesses. "Left untreated, the patient," he says (not subject), "can often slide into a compromised state. That's what I need to avoid."
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"Now, before I offer to help you dig to the mantle of the earth, do you mind telling me what we are digging for?"
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Wiping at his brow, he gets more dirt on it, but at least he's made progress. "This is where I buried one of the bodies after I examined it," he explains. "Only, I'm digging in the wrong place or it never came with us, which only brings up more questions."
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"But for it to simply to disappear? That makes absolutely no sense. Then again, we've lived here long enough to understand that logic goes right out the window. Do you think you're misremembering the grave site?"
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"This may not be the first grave I've undug," he confesses. "This is my third morning coming here, just in case I forgot, but I promise, I paced the exact same number of paces." There's a more worrying issue here. "I really needed those bodies," he admits. "Not in a creepy serial killer way, more in a scientific research capacity involving organs."
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"Why would the bodies have disappeared? Do you think they were part of the dream we were in, the one we woke up from a few weeks ago?"
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"I need their brains," he confesses to Helen. "I really didn't want to have to go around hoping for another tragic accident, but they're not here and I'm back to square one."
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"What sort of examination are you going to perform on said brains?" The fact that he wanted them was neither here nor there - if there were brains to be had, Helen was happy to help provide them. Science was science, after all, and she didn't consider it a desecration of the dead to do some sort of post-mortem excavation. Others might have moral or religious compunctions holding them back but she wasn't the sort to have either.
"I'm trying to decide if the new equipment we received would be useful in such an endeavor."
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Literally, that is.
"I need to help create some kind of synthetic replacement, for his little habits," he says, which means he could really use a brain to figure out the equal material.
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"We do need...yes. I know this sounds completely illogical but is there a chance that we could find other bodies? Bodies that aren't from...our settlement, possibly?"
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"If we could, I could do some tests. Ideally, I need to synthesize a component of the brain for long-term feeding without having actual brain matter," he says. "I've no idea if that's even possible, but I have to try, for Major's sake."
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It was a mystery, like so much else about this place, and one she intended to solve. "We should make a grid of the known territory and start searching."
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"I even marked them!" Which means nothing if the bodies have been stolen. Is there a strange underground city beneath them? Is that something Ravi should be worried about? Should they have tried tunneling?
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