sixthiterationlogs | 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

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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Danny frowns at that. He has no idea what kind of condition would require old corpses. But he figures it isn't unheard of to use bodies to do research. "Yeah? How bad is the condition? Does he need any help?" He honestly sounds very worried there.

"I mean, he gets a bit squirrelly every now and then," Ravi deadpans, which is hilarious to him, but given that Danny doesn't know about the fact that Major is existing on squirrel brains and taking on some of the traits means that it's a wasted joke.

"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."

"Compromised state?" That has him a bit confused. The very careful language means Ravi is leaving something major out. "How do we avoid it? The last thing we need right now is that."

"If I can figure out some sort of medication, we can keep him healthy," Ravi says, but 'medication' in this case means brains, and he'd really been hoping to find some in a grave, both to test, but also for emergency backup nutrigrain bars.

It's not like he's got Liv's cooking abilities, but he could probably make up a mean brain-smoothie or something, just to keep Major healthy. "I need a cadaver," he admits bluntly.

"Does it have to be human? Don't doctors often use pigs for stuff when they can't get humans?" Danny frowns. Finding a human cadaver here might be harder than back home where people donate their bodies all the time.

"Human is ideal, given the capacity for thought and range of emotions that most animals don't have," he confesses. "Monkey would be the best. Rat, actually, wouldn't be too bad, either," he admits, "but they're extremely small and I've already exhausted a good deal of my supply of them."

Rat snacks shouldn't be a thing, yet he's down to only three of them after emergency's struck, but meta-cognition is a very powerful thing and the rats have it, which helps with keeping Major sane.

"Range of emotions?" That has him confused. "I haven't seen any monkeys around here, we could go looking for some. Rats though, I am sure there are those around. Could we set some traps and try to catch some?"

Ravi has the feeling that digging up corpses is going to be a dead end (apparently, he's very punny today, it's probably the sleep deprivation), which is why he consents with a nod of his head, even if it sounds like so much work. "That's probably a better idea, even if there's one last gravesite that I could try."

Once he digs up the last body, though, that'll be it. There'll be no more hope other than rats and monkeys. "Maybe I should be handing out donor cards," he jokes darkly.

Honestly, donor cards isn't a terrible idea in Danny's book. "Except then you have to wait. Works better in a bigger population. Where is this other spot? I'll come with you."

"I think it wasn't very far from here," Ravi admits, trying to remember where he'd done this. Next time there's a body (he should say if, but this place is too terrible for that, so he anticipates it's more of a when), he's making a map.

"You feel like shoveling, maybe?" Ravi offers, trying to put a Mark Twain-esque spin on his voice, but he's fairly sure that offer isn't convincing.

Danny gives him a look. "Does anyone ever feel like shovelling?" But he takes the shovel and follows Ravi. He might not feel like it but it is a way he can help. "How did he end up with this condition? Is it something the rest of us have to worry about?"

"There could be some very yearning shovellers out there," Ravi protests, though he hasn't met them and definitely could have used them when it had come to digging up the tainted utopium, which is something he still hates that he had to do.

"It's not contagious through the air or any traditional means, we're fine," he promises. At least, so long as Major keeps his nails trimmed and doesn't have any sex with humans. So, you know, maybe?

"I've never met them. They can come help me with the garden." He smiles slightly. "Alright. That is good at least. Doesn't help your friend though." He shakes his head. It sucks when people you care about can't be helped. Makes you feel really useless.

"No, it really doesn't," Ravi admits, staring at the disturbed grave and feeling more than a little uncomfortable himself, seeing as the whole thing is a bit...well, much for him. "There has to be a solution," he says.

Because the alternative isn't even possible, seeing as there's nowhere to freeze Major and keep him from having the sorts of cravings that will keep him in trouble.

"Yes, I hope so." Danny isn't big on hope but he also hopes that this guy doesn't have to go through losing his friend. "Alright, so we're looking for a body here? Just in the ground, no cascket?"

"We didn't exactly have the time to cut down a tree and have someone create a properly burial," Ravi deadpans, though they had at least wrapped up the body in whatever respectable shrouds they could. "It won't just be a body," he clarifies. "There's a burlap sack and some rope, just to make sure the animals wouldn't..."

Well, do exactly what it appears like has happened, so that shows what Ravi knows about the wild animal population. "Unless it's not animals and our captors are spending our sleeping hours stealing back the dead. I'm honestly not sure which is creepier."

Danny stares at the whole. "As long as they didn't get up on their own I think it is good." He glances over at Ravi. "You want to see if we can find the body or should we try and find a different solution?"

Ravi's tired, honestly, which means that his grave-digging escapades are going to have to wait for another day, otherwise he's going to be achy and sore and want to collapse, which is no good for anyone. "I think we should try the solution where I sit down," he insists.

"Can we try that one? We can go back to the soul-crushing disappointment after," he promises, forcing sarcastic cheer into his voice.

"Alright, let's try that one. How about some breakfast and tea and then we figure out what to do?" Danny tries to sound cheerful but he is not really managing.

"Perfect, breakfast is the meal of champions," Ravi agrees, though in this case, he feels less like a champion and more of just a general defeated man who doesn't know what else he can try, but he's not giving up just yet, damn it.

"Yeah, something like that. God I miss coffee, do you?" He looks over at Ravi. "We got some stuff at my place or we can head to yours, whatever is closest."

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