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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Appears amidst a rising cloud of steam, coughing and gagging. Guess who's been working on truth serums since his last conversation with Jack? Guess who just had one BLOW UP IN HIS FACE? Yup. Firo. Only, he has a unique problem now. Because ask him a question, and he WILL tell you the truth. It just might not be the truth about, you know, him. It could be the truth about a ten year old boy or about Szilard. THANKS TO ALL THOSE LIVES UP IN HIS HEAD? Well. Keeping his stories straight will take effort.

Oh, and due to a little side-effect that Firo built in to the serums so that Jack wouldn't dodge out on him again? He's going to be too dizzy/headachey to leave the plane.]

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...well. This looks familiar.] You alright?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[I WONDER WHY? Could it be because both Firo and Jack are stupid? He coughs.] I'm fine for now, whatever the aftereffects might be.

...at least I know it works fast.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[It's like a pattern... immortals=epic!retards.] What works fast?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[It really is. Firo grumbles something inaudible.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

What?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

I said, it's just a stupid scrub project of mine.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

And what exactly is this project?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[TREACHEROUS SNAKE OF A TONGUE. He feels slightly dizzy, and the attempt to collect his thoughts enough to drop from the plane fails. DX]

Truth serums of various strains.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Suspicions confirmed-- immortal people have no common sense.]

[contract_star]

What did you do this time?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Firo? [ Angela will be patting him gently on the back now, looking concerned. ] What happened?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

What happened to you?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Not going to say anything, focusing instead on trying to GET OFF OF THE PLANE. It's not working. :| ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Mixed the wrong compounds. [Cough. DX]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

I went on a trip for biscuits. [Cough, gag, sneeze]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Project went evil on me.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He'll play nice-- he remembers what happened last time someone accidentally appeared on the Plane like this.] How long do you think it'll last?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Project? What kind of project?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I wasn't aware biscuits were explosive.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Not sure. The compounds I had were a bit dingy. Didn't mean to mix 'em, but...

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[That makes him laugh, at least.] Means it was a pointless thing to do.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[kdjalksjd dammit :| ] Wanted someone I know to answer a few questions.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Brow lift. ] What trouble have you gotten yourself in this time, Firo?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

What kind of questions?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Nothing, says his brain. Says his tongue--] Inhaled unstable strains of a truth serum I've been playing with.

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