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[decrypts]

[so, york hasn't exactly had that little problem with the pollen - both those he's met up with have been. and since someone has already come up with a solution, since he's always around to be a helpful son of a gun, he's just come back from the mother of invention with a little something for the people of the plane.

a little something being just about anything he could find in the infirmary that had the word 'antihistamine'. on it.

he doesn't really think anyone's going to miss what he's taken, and if they do, well .. no one will ever know it was him, anyway, right? because he's an infiltration specialist for a reason, and if he can't get in and extract what he needs and back out again without being noticed, he's definitely doing something wrong.

right now, he's set up near the bar. he has everything he's managed to take spread out on a table for anyone passing by to peruse, and there's even a little sign letting everyone know what's going on:

All your allergy needs are here! Agent Doctor York to the rescue.

yep. this is happening.]

Comments

[traitortwin]

[South has a sign of her own:]

"Really???"

[Have one (1) "not amused" face, complete with a roll of her eyes.]

[decrypts]

[south .. don't look a gift horse in the mouth, huh?

except he's almost positive she's going to scream at him once she gets her voice back.

so he just grins and nods.] Yep. And since we're old friends, I'll give you a discount.

[traitortwin]

[That? Gets him a suspicious look. One sec, she's gonna write something again...]

"What kind of discount?"

[Because even though she's pretty damn sure she's not gonna pay up no matter what price he sets, she's still curious enough to hear what the hell kind of answer he's going to give...]

[decrypts]

[he's got all the patience in the world, take your time ..

and when he sees the question, he's pretty sure he'd known that was coming, and he makes a pondering sound in the back of his throat.] Well, I could give you a couple different ones, actually .. there's the Being North's Sister discount, which'll get you pretty much anything you want because let's face it - he's a pretty cool guy. There's the Badass discount, which just comes with being a Freelancer ..

[he pauses, turns his head to the side as though to hide what he's about to say, because although he means it jokingly, he knows he's about to get punched for it.] Then there's the Scary Bitch discount. Which is exclusive to you, and you only.

[....... oh god.]

[traitortwin]

[She draws back her fist, glaring at him like she could totally set him on fire with her mind if she just glared hared enough, but she doesn't actually swing at him just yet!

(Because no matter how much she really wants to punch him for that, she does need that medicine thank you fajdskla... not that he wouldn't give it up anyway, at least for North and Wash's sake, but still.)]

[decrypts]

[there is about a three-second interval in which york thinks he's going to die, and when the killing blow doesn't come ..

he doesn't realize he's had his eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the impact, but when they slit open, his gaze focuses on the blonde in front of him, and he manages a semi-apologetic grin.] Uh .. 'bout that last one .. you know I'm kidding, right?

Please understand that I'm kidding.

Please don't kill me.

[traitortwin]

[You are on thin ice, sir. Thin ice.

She crosses her arms, lets out an exasperated sigh. She's still glaring at him, but the threat of physical violence has passed. Lucky for you, man. Then, she holds out her hand and gives him an expectant look.

Just hand over the drugs... and no one gets hurt. Maybe.]

[decrypts]

[so, uh .. hey .. about that medicine .. how about he gives it to you for free? not that he wouldn't have anyway, but .. yeah.

he's terrified for his life right now.

so like seriously. he's gonna just be reaching over to hand the drugs over to her, grinning sheepishly all the while.

pleasepleasepleasedon'tkillhimpleasepleaseplease.] So how about you get this first dose free of charge? You need any more .. the doctor is always in.

[traitortwin]

[She takes them with a smirk and a nod, and immediately swallows the dose. That might be a small smile on her face, or it could just be your imagination...

Oh look, out comes the notebook again.]

"I'll take some to North + Wash."

[You know, unless he's already got plans or something.]

[decrypts]

[yeah. he sees that. he doesn't care if she's smiling or not, because even if she is, it only means that he's managed to dodge another hit for the time being.

he really needs to learn when to keep his mouth shut. or .. just watch what he says.

but he nods, hands over some more medicine.] By all means .. take what you need. Want me to come with?

[unless, of course, she just wants to go alone, or something.]

[traitortwin]

[She takes it, with another nod.

And then she just shrugs. Come if you want, or don't. She's not going to stop you, but she's also not waiting around. She's got a brother to take care of.]

[decrypts]

Ah, never mind .. you've probably got things covered, don't you?

[there's something that tells him that she wants to be the one to take care of her brother, and that he doesn't need to be around for it. wash might be another story altogether, but .. hey, if she doesn't need him, then he's not going to make a nuisance of himself.] Just .. come get me if you need anything.

[inhumanity]

[So you're offering allergy medications and Christopher is walking by (that's a flash of brown hair tied back and bizarre red-ruffled medieval noblemen's wear) and then he stops and jerks his head around and when that face turns on York, it's sclera so red that what allergy meds can actually do any good on them?

All of that in a curious expression as he takes into account the pieces: alcohol. drugs. drugs. alcohol. people with probably bullshit credentials.

His mouth spreads in a smile full of fangs.]

I didn't know robots would be interested in bootlegging.

[decrypts]

[if christopher were to ask for credentials, he'd get a long list of absolute bullshit excellent reasons as to why he's more than qualified to be distributing this kind of medication. so ..

best just not to ask questions, okay? let's leave that for later. (and by later, we mean never.)

he's about to ask if there's anything in particular he's looking for when he sees those fangs, which automatically has his head tilting quizzically, and then there's that comment.

robots?] Depends on the programming, I'm sure. But .. why is that an issue?

[inhumanity]

It's a point of curiosity. [And now Christopher is just going to stop right in front of York and start looking through the bottles.] Programming? What does that have to do with robots?

[1932, ladies and gents.]

[decrypts]

[dude he is squinting so hard at you right now you don't even know.

but poke through all you like, and if you see something you think will help, you're more than welcome to it. it's why he's done this, after all.] I .. thought it was general knowledge that robots were .. programmed ..

[squiiiiiiint.]

[inhumanity]

[Head popping up to look at York because.... huh?] I don't understand. Would you mean... automatons with radios installed?

['Robot' only became a word about a decade ago. His understanding can only go so far.]

[decrypts]

[well this conversation is going swimmingly, isn't it?] Automatons? Man, what century are you from? I don't think I've even heard that word in any of the old sci-fi movies I watched growing up as a kid.

[inhumanity]

[Oh, well. Christopher shrugs] I usually don't keep track of the year. What was it? Ah, to have Liza with me here... No, I remember now. It's 1931! [a beat] Sorry, 1932.

I think?

Give or take a decade!

[decrypts]

[whoa whoa whoa. whoa.

....... whoa.

did he just say 1932?

he knows there have to be some differences with people in this place considering they're all .. not .. from the same reality or whatever - and trust him, he's still trying to figure that shit out - but for some reason, that really catches him off-guard.] .. Well that sure explains a lot.

[inhumanity]

[Christopher appears to be blatantly ignoring this issue over years.] So is there some dial I can turn so that you'll play a song? Will you sing it yourself or merely broadcast it?

1/2

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[uh.

hold on a second.

he has to process this.]

2/2

[decrypts]

[okay he's got this.

which means he's going to start laughing.

a lot.] Are you serious?

[inhumanity]

[Christopher smiles. It is a wide grin. All his teeth are apparent, and with his eyes, the unsettling is brought right back to the front.]

I'm always serious. It's the only way to enjoy living.

[decrypts]

[okay so that smile freaks him out a little bit. uh. yeah.

rethinking that whole laughing out loud thing. just one more time.

let's try this again.] Okay, sure, but uh ..

Sorry man, I'm not a robot.