[OPEN] looking for lost items + using one's own body for science

[sailingfor]

Who: Thorns + you
What: One netbook post about finding things, one science log that's a bad idea
When: In the Grove, sometime in April
Where: Around + the Clinic
Warnings: N/A for netbook post; gore, self-surgery, human experimentation (consensual?) on the 2nd prompt which will be under a cut


i. Netbook/Phones bc April

I was told my abilities of "finding things" could be useful to people here, so I'm here to offer my services. My specific power is difficult to explain, but let's just leave it at "I can help you find anything physical as long as it's in the dimension I'm currently on". I don't believe I can assist with anything intangible.

My one request is that no one asks for anything they don't want the False God to know about. I'm currently Corrupted, and planning to deal with it at a later date.

ii. clinic / cw: gore, self-surgery, human experimentation, corruption things (click to expand)

[So anyway, Thorns is "dealing with his Corruption at a later date", meaning he's in the clinic hoping to slip past the healers' radars and get some work done. Laid out on the workstation in front of him are a number of test tubes — half of them empty, half of them full of a pale liquid — completely unlabelled, a scalpel, medical scissors, syringes, and enough paper towels and gauze to soak up the blood that's definitely going to spill. Before he starts, Thorns guns one of the liquid-filled vials like he's taking a shot at the bar, waits about five minutes, and then takes the glove off of his Corrupted arm. It's partly tree bark now, visibly blackened like his dark skin has been burnt, tiny little sprouts shooting up from between the cracks.

It's gross. Thorns knows (thinks) he can use it either way, distil his blood for some sort of toxin, cut the roots in his veins out and see just how fused flesh is with plant matter. With the Heart Essence guiding him — turns out his unique abilities work to find things within himself, too — it's a simple matter to cut the bark off and press the scalpel directly into his own skin. The painkillers he took should do wonders to numb it.

It does not. The initial press of a blade is met with a dry, bitten back and muffled whimper of pain, and the tree bark and tiny vines fight the scalpel as soon as he tries. It hurts like cutting into a nerve cell directly, but Thorns presses on, stopping only briefly to draw a syringe and inject the painkiller directly into his flesh-and-blood arm. This still does very little for him, but he feels like it works now — no doubt a placebo effect, but it's enough of one to allow him to continue slicing. Here is the part where you might walk in on this, drawn by the scent of blood and the clattering of glass from the laboratory room in the back proper. You might be just in time to see Thorns loading up another syringe of a different concoction of his, or to see him with various blood-draw tubes in his arms, where his blood is just partly black.

...

Alternatively, you may walk in on him a bit later, alerted by the clattering of a chair as he falls out of it and hits the floor in a heap of limbs, bleeding heavily from that arm, fighting to get back into his chair to grab the antidote to his paralytic toxin off the desk.

Either way, he probably needs help.]

Comments

[sesa]

W-...wait, are you serious? You actually found it??

[Okay now he's moving a little quicker now because what the fuck? There's no way-]

[sailingfor]

Sí. The baubles wouldn't point if it wasn't something findable. Now, what state it could be in... that, I can't tell you until I see it.

[It could possibly be a false flag, too, like maybe someone else here has a cute bird ornament made of glass... but if that were the case, Thorns feels like he'd get a sense for it. He is, specifically, using the heart essence to look for something dear to Sesa, not just any old glass trinket.

They go north, then, and into the treeline. He can see a home in the distance, though that doesn't look to be where the glass bauble is buried. As they walk through the forest, Thorns suddenly comes to a stop; the baubles floating around his arm, on which the metal is actively swirling and moving like mercury, are suddenly pointing downwards.]

I think it may be buried.

[sesa]

[Sesa follows close in Thorns' footsteps as they follow the baubles to the treeline, up until he stops abruptly and indicates...]

Buried? That isn't a surprise...mm...

[Alright. Sesa rolls his shoulders and opens his hands from the fists they'd been balled into, his claws sharp at his sides.]

Not a problem. That's what these are for.

[And he's getting down to his knees so he can start digging.]

Do you have any idea how deep it might be?

[sailingfor]

[Thorns, at least, will help with the process of diggy diggy hole.]

Unfortunately, I cannot.

[But he can pinpoint the approximate location of it, whatever state it's in. It's clearly whole enough to be located, which is a good sign. They'll have to dig down a couple feet; this thing is very much sunken into the sediment here.

But they'll find it. Eventually, they'll find it, whole and... not pristine because it's covered in mud, but. Whole!]

[sesa]

It...it's actually intact.

[Sesa breathes, in complete shock over this because that is GLASS. How did it survive in this condition after so many years...?]

I can hardly believe it...this is really...!

[He's quick to take the little bird carefully in hand as he starts to wipe the mud and dirt off, though he knows he won't be able to get it fully clean until he's able to run it under some water. He might even have to take some gentle soap to it, but that's for later.

He looks up at Thorns, wide eyed.]

I cannot thank you enough for this...won't you at least let me pay you? This is...priceless. Invaluable.

[sailingfor]

[🌟magic🌟]

It's not a requirement... but if you're that serious about it, is your workshop explosion-proofed? I could use a place to do my own work sometimes.

[sesa]

Oh- yes, it most certainly is! How else do you think my love and I get any of our work done?

[These two are just...blowing up shit on the regs.]

You're more than welcome to use the workshop any time you'd like. I'll have to make sure to clear away some space for you...I know I have a lot of my projects somewhat scattered about at the moment.