[Log] Escape Attempt
* Marco is on the way to his newest (and coolest, in his opinion) subject's room, the pocket of his labcoat rattling faintly with treasures. He's even whistling. "Days of Wine and Roses"?
* Shop_Tech is with?
* Marco has one or two. He likes the nice, well chiseled boys.
* Shop_Tech is. Hey now, boss.
* Jeff_Levitt has been increasingly withdrawn over the last few days, ever since the latest DNA injection. In some ways, he appreciates it, since it's difficult to be bothered when one is sitting at the bottom of a modified swimming pool. He's there now, and has been for hours, now accustomed to breathing through his skin.
* Marco looks back for a moment. Mmmmyes, hello.
* Shop_Tech grins.
Shop_Tech: what'll he be today, boss?
Marco: "Hush, you. All in good time." They stop at a door. There is a long glass, one-way window beside the door, two feet from the floor and nearly to the ceiling. If they look they can see Jeff inside, sulking. From Jeff's side, it's mirrored, but anyone who's seen a movie in the last forty years would know it's a one-way. Marco presses his hand against the palm-lock and the door clicks open, letting them all inside.
* Shop_Tech is armed with things. Has a shock stick of course, and also a pistol loaded with tranquilizer darts. He's a quick draw. ptzow!
* Jeff_Levitt would insist that it's not sulking, it's...okay, it's sulking. Jeff's latest body is completely hairless, striped with the garish patterns of an Amazonian tree frog. He can see them coming through the transparent plastic of the temporary pool, and for a moment, considers just staying underwater. He also notices the cattle prod, however.
* Shop_Tech won't use it...unless forced to. Don't damage the subjects unless necessary, that's a rule.
Marco: "Good morning!" He's so cheerful. Nauseating, isn't it? "How are we feeling to-day, Mr. Levitt?"
* Jeff_Levitt fortunately has yet to give the gentleman a reason to use the stick in his stay here. He's surprisingly cooperative, all things considered. "Morning," he says, his words a little slurred (hey *you* try talking properly with a three-foot tongue). He hesitates a moment. "I...don't think it's gotten any worse," he says. He'd been having memory problems lately.
* Shop_Tech is very calm around Jeff, has the stick clipped to his belt, not very worried about the frog-man. He just stands over here, observing
Marco: "Good! Just what I wanted to hear. I have something for you." Unfortunately for Jeff, it's not a box of nice, juicy flies.
Jeff_Levitt: "What is it?" Jeff sounds cautiously optimistic, but that phrase could mean anything from "dinner" to "I'm going to shave your head again to look at your brain" to "How would you like *gills* this time?"
Marco: Marco is bouncy. It can't be anything good, really. "You won't need the pool anymore." He turns to the two techs, tilts his head just so. /Be on your absolute guard./ He schooled them earlier. Don't upset or do anything to make the subject nervous, but be VERY CAREFUL and on your toes. Please. He crouches next to the pool, a syringe in his hand. "I think you might find it interesting."
* Shop_Tech is two guys. They are ready to spring to action with their nonlethal weapons. One does have bullets in a second gun, just in case.
Jeff_Levitt: His shoulders slump. Another species then. Wonderful. "You do realize that your definition of 'interesting' tends to involve me growing entirely new sets of organs. Which I'm sure is fascinating for *you,* but you weren't the one relearning how to breathe last time." There's no real venom in his complaint; he just sounds tired.
Marco: "I know, I'm sorry. I know you're weary. After this, I'm giving you a rest." And he does. He has quite a bit of Jeff's original DNA in his lab. He smiles, reaching out for a limb. "This time, I assure you, you won't like flies one bit."
* Shop_Tech smiles too, loves to see interesting stuff. Maybe he didn't make Doctor, but being a tech is still fun from a Science! point of view.
* Jeff_Levitt plants his webbed hands on the lip of the pool and crawls out, crouching next to the doctor. "*That's* a relief," he says, meaning it. That had been weird no matter *how* delicious the flies were.
Marco: Marco is, if anything, gentle when he gives the injections, such a contrast from what they bring. "There we go."
* Shop_techs watch with interest, of course!
* Jeff_Levitt tries to brace himself, but it's never pleasant. The changes happen faster every time though, and the effects of the injection begin to show within seconds. His slimy skin dries immediately, the garish colors fading. He's forced to shift his stance as the long frog legs shorten, and he pushes himself up on his toes. He squeezes his eyes shut, groaning as his muscles and bones cramp and stretch.
* Marco stands up, mentally taking notes. Transformation is always beautiful, always. Even so, out of caution, he takes a step back.
Jeff_Levitt: For Jeff, transformation is always *painful.* His croaking groans turn into something much more feral. His legs become fully digitigrade, with wickedly sharp talons extending from his toes, including one extremely distinctive sickle claw on each foot. A rapidly-lengthening tail erupts from his spine, and his skull reshapes itself into something far more dangerous and predatory. Aside from the species, the transformation goes as smooth as it always does. For now.
* Shop_techs are seeing a dinosaur, holy crap
Shop_techs: Boss, is that...is that a dinosaur?
Marco: "Mmmm." Look, he told you to /be on your guard/. He doesn't do that lightly, you know. Or maybe you don't. Marco does though, isn't that what counts?
Marco: "Mr. Levitt?"
* Shop_techs are most definately on guard. holy crap, dino. Lookit those claws!
Jeff_Levitt: He doesn't respond. Normally it does take him a minute or so to recover after the DNA does it's thing, but he seems more distressed than usual. He shakes his head as if to dislodge an annoying fly, disturbing the crest of feathers that have grown along his spine. "No..." He says, the words snarled but somehow sounding very, very, frightened. "NO!" Without further warning, he turns and bolts at top speed for the one way glass.
* Marco always gives him a few moments, speaking calmly and calling his name to center him. But this doesnt' seem to help as he is knocked off his feet by the zooming new dino.
* Shop_techs fires tranquilizer darts, just like that! Maybe they hit?
Jeff_Levitt: Jeff's new reflexes are *fast.* Much harder to hit than a running human. When he reaches the glass he doesn't even slow down. He leaps, lashing out both feet in a powerful kick that shatters the glass. Heedless of the injuries he receives from it, he charges through the broken window.
* Shop_techs agree. He is fast!
* Shop_techs pursue with more tranqs and real bullets this time, aiming for the legs and tail, non-lethal shots.
Marco: "Shit, don't /hurt/ him, damnit, shit!" Marco scrambles to his feet and chases after, though likely not as quickly as the techs.
Shop_techs: But boss, he might hurt someone else!
Shop_techs: yeah, us!
* Marco runs! Damnit, why didn't he wear sneakers today?
Jeff_Levitt: A velociraptor doesn't *need* sneakers, and Jeff is doing his damnedest to prove this point as he tears for the nearest exit. If he had a plan at some point, it's gone now.
* Marco continues to run, fumbling his cell out of his pocket. "Alert four, sector C, /alert four/. AND DON'T INJURE THE SPECIMEN."
* Shop_techs is alert four!
* Shop_techs is several more shop techs, with their tranquilizers. and some guns in the ceiling, with more tranqs. wow. this place is nuts. Fire!
* Marco knows Alert Four is one of the higher alerts. There should be Techs and actual Guards coming out of the woodwork very soon.
* Shop_techs try to cut Jeff off with walls that close. Hidden doors you see, and goodness, they close quick.
* Marco slides around a corner and into a wall, flailing. SNEAKERS NEXT TIME.
* shop_guards emerge from lifts and stairwells, armed and ready.
Jeff_Levitt: Jeff, at the moment, is 300 pounds of pissed-off, *hungry* dinosaur. "Jeff" in fact, has entirely left the building, so to speak. The thing that comes charging out of the observation rooms is nothing *remotely* human, other than it's clear that a human form was once used as a basic template for this...thing.
* Marco points, still flailing with one hand. "That way don't kill him or I'll sell you to SHIELD!"
* Shop_techs puts on gas masks
* Shop_techs then has some sort of knock out gas spraying out from the walls where they figure the dinosaur is headed.
* Shop_techs , also, has cameras watching and capturing all this amazing dinosaur footage. Because this'll be worth GOLD, whether the subject dies or not.
* shop_guards are already masked. One of them barks "You heard the man! Takedown only! Fire!" *And they open fire*
* Marco doesn't follow. Damnit. He searches his pockets for--there! and pulls an emergency rebreather over his head.
* Jeff_Levitt rounds a corner, claws tearing furrows in the linoleum. Fast he...no, *it* may be, but it can't dodge bullets. The rounds cause it to stagger, screaming in either pain or fury. It rounds on the guards who fired on it, hissing and charging. When it closes within a few yards, it leaps, claws aiming for the nearest guard.
* shop_guards scatter, but not everyone is fast enough and sure enough one man goes down under the dinosaur assault, losing his weapon in the process.*
* Shop_techs fires rubber bullets, damn the things, aiming for the eyes.
Jeff_Levitt: The claws grip the unfortunate guard's body like an eagle's talons, and its head darts down quick as a snake, biting down with powerful jaws. The spine severs with a sickening crunch, and it begins to tear chunks of meat off the corpse, gulping them down like a starving dog before the bullets drive it away again.
* Marco rounds the corner at a much slower pace, and winces as he watches this happen.
* Shop_techs seriously pauses for thought about this because...whoa, that was his buddy!
* Shop_techs has...tear gas! Fires that!
shop_guards: *The man's scream had cut off abruptly. The others shout, scatter, and reform, opening fire again. Someone lifts up a larger weapon, shouts at the others to take cover, and there is a brilliant flash of presumably horribly disorientating light.*
Marco: "Mr. Levitt...?" It wasn't nearly as loud as he'd meant it to be.
Jeff_Levitt: It screams again, the tear gas stopping it in its tracks. It's disoriented and in pain now, kicking and biting blindly. It lets out another scream when the light hits it, blinded.
* Shop_techs is scratched, rather, ripped, quite staggeringly, from jaw to chest. He goes down with an inhuman howl, his blood spraying on the walls and other guards.
* Marco clears his throat. He's done this before. Himself. At least once a month. This is not anything out of the ordinary. The only reason for the fear is that he's not finished with his studies, there is so much more for him to do in this world.
Marco: "Jeff?"
* shop_guards draw closer around the dinosaur.*
* Jeff_Levitt might not be able to see, but he can smell the blood it immediately pounces on its kill and steals another several mouthfuls, swallowing them whole.
* Shop_techs is not dead yet, this hurts! But soon, he loses the ability to scream, and soon after, is following a hooded figure that speaks in all capital letters.
* Marco cocks his head. He's regained his usual calm, settling over him like a heavy cloak. The change, if anyone were paying attention, would be disturbing. But no one is, because of carnage.
shop_guards: *An unnatural silence falls. The guards hold their weapons cocked, aimed, and ready. An odd tableau, to say the least.*
Jeff_Levitt: It seems to stop at the sound of its name though, and it looks up, directly at Marco. Is it recognition? It takes a step towards him. Another. For a moment it seems uncertain, hopping from one foot to another in an oddly birdlike fashion.
Marco: "Jeffrey. Focus. Remember who you are. Focus." His voice is pure serenity. He steps forward, once. Twice.
* Jeff_Levitt makes a strange, deep trilling noise, head bobbing curiously, he takes another step, and another, and now Marco is close enough to see his eyes. And there's nothing there. Just a hungry animal staring at defenseless prey. Its hind claws dig into the linoleum and it charges.
* Marco disappears. PINpoints. Never leave home without them.
* Jeff_Levitt screams in rage and tears up the floor where Marco used to be. [MY FOOD! MINE! MINE!] Well then, it'll have to make do with the ones with the sticks that make it hurt. With the doors sealed, there's nowhere else for it to go.
* Marco reappears behind Jeff, down the hall. No way he's leaving his subject. (But he's not going to be food either).
* shop_guards back up, some of them maintaining covering fire. Someone else hefts a gun with rings all along its barrel and fires. It emits a noise that reverberates the walls and screeches on the edge of hearing and makes one's blood shake and that's when one's wearing armour and special ear protection....*
* Jeff_Levitt screams again, this time in pain. it drops, writhing. They've bought themselves a minute or two now.
* Shop_techs move in with all sorts of techniques. These techniques shock. these others have chemicals.
Jeff_Levitt: The thing that used to be Jeff is definitely down, but also definitely not out. It thrashes, kicking and biting at the air in front of it.
* Marco watches quietly. It's past the point of talking, at this moment, but he's loath to leave his subject.
* Shop_techs got bit. Ow, his arm! Zaps him good for that!
* shop_guards come in closer as well, having somehow gotten some kind of improvised restraints.*
* Jeff_Levitt screams in pain again when the taser hits it. It resumes kicking and snapping after a few seconds of twitching, but it's becoming clear that it's running out of steam.
Marco: "Focus, Jeffrey. You know who you are. Breathe. Focus." Murmuring to himself more than anything, but who knows what the man-thing might hear?
* shop_guards will try to truss its legs and muzzle it as best they can.*
Jeff_Levitt: Oh it can hear you, Marco. Unfortunately all that did was tell it where the food is. It struggles to stand up now thrashing whenever one of the guards tries to restrain it.
* Shop_techs looks in confusion at his syringe. The drugs, they do nothing?
Jeff_Levitt: The drugs, in fact, do something, actually. But where it would knock a human out, on this thing it doesn't quite go that far. It does appear to be slowing down though.
* shop_guards are undeterred. They will tie him up or die trying. Or try dying. Or try some tie-dyeing.*
* Marco will buy them all something when this is over with, if his budget can afford it.
* Jeff_Levitt staggers drunkenly as the drugs really begin to kick in. No...no, hang on...there's food over there. Need to get to the food. It lurches forward and...promptly falls over thanks to its legs being tied together. Holy crap, when did *that* happen?
* Shop_techs drew the short straw and has to try to muzzle the beast.
* shop_guards are sneaky like that.
* Shop_techs goes in with a loop of plastic cord attached to a pole. Nice dino, lemmie just put this around your mouth...
* Marco tilts his head. Aw. Mr. Levitt-teeth is cute with his head like that. And uninjured. Wonderful.
* Jeff_Levitt 's biting is only half-hearted now. It's so *tired* all of a sudden. Maybe it'll take a nap before dinner.
* Shop_techs catches jaws?
* Jeff_Levitt 's jaws are caught, much to its surprise. Fortunately the nice, nice drugs only result in a muffled squawk of protest before it lays down again. Okay. Naptime is definitely now.
* Marco feels like a proud parent. Seriously. Never mind the brains on his pants and the blood and parts of dead people everywhere.
* Shop_techs lowers his gas mask
Shop_techs: Boss, how about next time, a bunny rabbit?
Marco: "Take him down to Secure Area 7. One of the uh..." He waves his hand. "... adamantium walled ones."
* Marco looks over at the tech. His look is obvious. /You want to be a bunny rabbit? That can be arranged./
* Shop_techs cowers, just a little. Yeah, big buff guy, cowering.
* Shop_tech is just one left. Bummer, dude.
* Shop_tech radios for a gurney, a...double wide one.
* Jeff_Levitt is out cold, breathing deeply.
* Marco will accompany his boy. Yup. He rests a hand on Jeff's side. It's sort of disturbing, except that they've probably all seen this before. Once every few months, likely.
* shop_guards will return to their usual duties once the gurney arrives for the subject and others come to collect the dead--or what's left of them.*
* Shop_tech helps lift Jeff onto the gurney, with gloves on, because eww, he's all bloody.
* Shop_tech wheels Jeff off, quickly, worried that he'll wake up!
* Marco follows. He might be petting Jeff.
* Shop_Tech is with?
* Marco has one or two. He likes the nice, well chiseled boys.
* Shop_Tech is. Hey now, boss.
* Jeff_Levitt has been increasingly withdrawn over the last few days, ever since the latest DNA injection. In some ways, he appreciates it, since it's difficult to be bothered when one is sitting at the bottom of a modified swimming pool. He's there now, and has been for hours, now accustomed to breathing through his skin.
* Marco looks back for a moment. Mmmmyes, hello.
* Shop_Tech grins.
Shop_Tech: what'll he be today, boss?
Marco: "Hush, you. All in good time." They stop at a door. There is a long glass, one-way window beside the door, two feet from the floor and nearly to the ceiling. If they look they can see Jeff inside, sulking. From Jeff's side, it's mirrored, but anyone who's seen a movie in the last forty years would know it's a one-way. Marco presses his hand against the palm-lock and the door clicks open, letting them all inside.
* Shop_Tech is armed with things. Has a shock stick of course, and also a pistol loaded with tranquilizer darts. He's a quick draw. ptzow!
* Jeff_Levitt would insist that it's not sulking, it's...okay, it's sulking. Jeff's latest body is completely hairless, striped with the garish patterns of an Amazonian tree frog. He can see them coming through the transparent plastic of the temporary pool, and for a moment, considers just staying underwater. He also notices the cattle prod, however.
* Shop_Tech won't use it...unless forced to. Don't damage the subjects unless necessary, that's a rule.
Marco: "Good morning!" He's so cheerful. Nauseating, isn't it? "How are we feeling to-day, Mr. Levitt?"
* Jeff_Levitt fortunately has yet to give the gentleman a reason to use the stick in his stay here. He's surprisingly cooperative, all things considered. "Morning," he says, his words a little slurred (hey *you* try talking properly with a three-foot tongue). He hesitates a moment. "I...don't think it's gotten any worse," he says. He'd been having memory problems lately.
* Shop_Tech is very calm around Jeff, has the stick clipped to his belt, not very worried about the frog-man. He just stands over here, observing
Marco: "Good! Just what I wanted to hear. I have something for you." Unfortunately for Jeff, it's not a box of nice, juicy flies.
Jeff_Levitt: "What is it?" Jeff sounds cautiously optimistic, but that phrase could mean anything from "dinner" to "I'm going to shave your head again to look at your brain" to "How would you like *gills* this time?"
Marco: Marco is bouncy. It can't be anything good, really. "You won't need the pool anymore." He turns to the two techs, tilts his head just so. /Be on your absolute guard./ He schooled them earlier. Don't upset or do anything to make the subject nervous, but be VERY CAREFUL and on your toes. Please. He crouches next to the pool, a syringe in his hand. "I think you might find it interesting."
* Shop_Tech is two guys. They are ready to spring to action with their nonlethal weapons. One does have bullets in a second gun, just in case.
Jeff_Levitt: His shoulders slump. Another species then. Wonderful. "You do realize that your definition of 'interesting' tends to involve me growing entirely new sets of organs. Which I'm sure is fascinating for *you,* but you weren't the one relearning how to breathe last time." There's no real venom in his complaint; he just sounds tired.
Marco: "I know, I'm sorry. I know you're weary. After this, I'm giving you a rest." And he does. He has quite a bit of Jeff's original DNA in his lab. He smiles, reaching out for a limb. "This time, I assure you, you won't like flies one bit."
* Shop_Tech smiles too, loves to see interesting stuff. Maybe he didn't make Doctor, but being a tech is still fun from a Science! point of view.
* Jeff_Levitt plants his webbed hands on the lip of the pool and crawls out, crouching next to the doctor. "*That's* a relief," he says, meaning it. That had been weird no matter *how* delicious the flies were.
Marco: Marco is, if anything, gentle when he gives the injections, such a contrast from what they bring. "There we go."
* Shop_techs watch with interest, of course!
* Jeff_Levitt tries to brace himself, but it's never pleasant. The changes happen faster every time though, and the effects of the injection begin to show within seconds. His slimy skin dries immediately, the garish colors fading. He's forced to shift his stance as the long frog legs shorten, and he pushes himself up on his toes. He squeezes his eyes shut, groaning as his muscles and bones cramp and stretch.
* Marco stands up, mentally taking notes. Transformation is always beautiful, always. Even so, out of caution, he takes a step back.
Jeff_Levitt: For Jeff, transformation is always *painful.* His croaking groans turn into something much more feral. His legs become fully digitigrade, with wickedly sharp talons extending from his toes, including one extremely distinctive sickle claw on each foot. A rapidly-lengthening tail erupts from his spine, and his skull reshapes itself into something far more dangerous and predatory. Aside from the species, the transformation goes as smooth as it always does. For now.
* Shop_techs are seeing a dinosaur, holy crap
Shop_techs: Boss, is that...is that a dinosaur?
Marco: "Mmmm." Look, he told you to /be on your guard/. He doesn't do that lightly, you know. Or maybe you don't. Marco does though, isn't that what counts?
Marco: "Mr. Levitt?"
* Shop_techs are most definately on guard. holy crap, dino. Lookit those claws!
Jeff_Levitt: He doesn't respond. Normally it does take him a minute or so to recover after the DNA does it's thing, but he seems more distressed than usual. He shakes his head as if to dislodge an annoying fly, disturbing the crest of feathers that have grown along his spine. "No..." He says, the words snarled but somehow sounding very, very, frightened. "NO!" Without further warning, he turns and bolts at top speed for the one way glass.
* Marco always gives him a few moments, speaking calmly and calling his name to center him. But this doesnt' seem to help as he is knocked off his feet by the zooming new dino.
* Shop_techs fires tranquilizer darts, just like that! Maybe they hit?
Jeff_Levitt: Jeff's new reflexes are *fast.* Much harder to hit than a running human. When he reaches the glass he doesn't even slow down. He leaps, lashing out both feet in a powerful kick that shatters the glass. Heedless of the injuries he receives from it, he charges through the broken window.
* Shop_techs agree. He is fast!
* Shop_techs pursue with more tranqs and real bullets this time, aiming for the legs and tail, non-lethal shots.
Marco: "Shit, don't /hurt/ him, damnit, shit!" Marco scrambles to his feet and chases after, though likely not as quickly as the techs.
Shop_techs: But boss, he might hurt someone else!
Shop_techs: yeah, us!
* Marco runs! Damnit, why didn't he wear sneakers today?
Jeff_Levitt: A velociraptor doesn't *need* sneakers, and Jeff is doing his damnedest to prove this point as he tears for the nearest exit. If he had a plan at some point, it's gone now.
* Marco continues to run, fumbling his cell out of his pocket. "Alert four, sector C, /alert four/. AND DON'T INJURE THE SPECIMEN."
* Shop_techs is alert four!
* Shop_techs is several more shop techs, with their tranquilizers. and some guns in the ceiling, with more tranqs. wow. this place is nuts. Fire!
* Marco knows Alert Four is one of the higher alerts. There should be Techs and actual Guards coming out of the woodwork very soon.
* Shop_techs try to cut Jeff off with walls that close. Hidden doors you see, and goodness, they close quick.
* Marco slides around a corner and into a wall, flailing. SNEAKERS NEXT TIME.
* shop_guards emerge from lifts and stairwells, armed and ready.
Jeff_Levitt: Jeff, at the moment, is 300 pounds of pissed-off, *hungry* dinosaur. "Jeff" in fact, has entirely left the building, so to speak. The thing that comes charging out of the observation rooms is nothing *remotely* human, other than it's clear that a human form was once used as a basic template for this...thing.
* Marco points, still flailing with one hand. "That way don't kill him or I'll sell you to SHIELD!"
* Shop_techs puts on gas masks
* Shop_techs then has some sort of knock out gas spraying out from the walls where they figure the dinosaur is headed.
* Shop_techs , also, has cameras watching and capturing all this amazing dinosaur footage. Because this'll be worth GOLD, whether the subject dies or not.
* shop_guards are already masked. One of them barks "You heard the man! Takedown only! Fire!" *And they open fire*
* Marco doesn't follow. Damnit. He searches his pockets for--there! and pulls an emergency rebreather over his head.
* Jeff_Levitt rounds a corner, claws tearing furrows in the linoleum. Fast he...no, *it* may be, but it can't dodge bullets. The rounds cause it to stagger, screaming in either pain or fury. It rounds on the guards who fired on it, hissing and charging. When it closes within a few yards, it leaps, claws aiming for the nearest guard.
* shop_guards scatter, but not everyone is fast enough and sure enough one man goes down under the dinosaur assault, losing his weapon in the process.*
* Shop_techs fires rubber bullets, damn the things, aiming for the eyes.
Jeff_Levitt: The claws grip the unfortunate guard's body like an eagle's talons, and its head darts down quick as a snake, biting down with powerful jaws. The spine severs with a sickening crunch, and it begins to tear chunks of meat off the corpse, gulping them down like a starving dog before the bullets drive it away again.
* Marco rounds the corner at a much slower pace, and winces as he watches this happen.
* Shop_techs seriously pauses for thought about this because...whoa, that was his buddy!
* Shop_techs has...tear gas! Fires that!
shop_guards: *The man's scream had cut off abruptly. The others shout, scatter, and reform, opening fire again. Someone lifts up a larger weapon, shouts at the others to take cover, and there is a brilliant flash of presumably horribly disorientating light.*
Marco: "Mr. Levitt...?" It wasn't nearly as loud as he'd meant it to be.
Jeff_Levitt: It screams again, the tear gas stopping it in its tracks. It's disoriented and in pain now, kicking and biting blindly. It lets out another scream when the light hits it, blinded.
* Shop_techs is scratched, rather, ripped, quite staggeringly, from jaw to chest. He goes down with an inhuman howl, his blood spraying on the walls and other guards.
* Marco clears his throat. He's done this before. Himself. At least once a month. This is not anything out of the ordinary. The only reason for the fear is that he's not finished with his studies, there is so much more for him to do in this world.
Marco: "Jeff?"
* shop_guards draw closer around the dinosaur.*
* Jeff_Levitt might not be able to see, but he can smell the blood it immediately pounces on its kill and steals another several mouthfuls, swallowing them whole.
* Shop_techs is not dead yet, this hurts! But soon, he loses the ability to scream, and soon after, is following a hooded figure that speaks in all capital letters.
* Marco cocks his head. He's regained his usual calm, settling over him like a heavy cloak. The change, if anyone were paying attention, would be disturbing. But no one is, because of carnage.
shop_guards: *An unnatural silence falls. The guards hold their weapons cocked, aimed, and ready. An odd tableau, to say the least.*
Jeff_Levitt: It seems to stop at the sound of its name though, and it looks up, directly at Marco. Is it recognition? It takes a step towards him. Another. For a moment it seems uncertain, hopping from one foot to another in an oddly birdlike fashion.
Marco: "Jeffrey. Focus. Remember who you are. Focus." His voice is pure serenity. He steps forward, once. Twice.
* Jeff_Levitt makes a strange, deep trilling noise, head bobbing curiously, he takes another step, and another, and now Marco is close enough to see his eyes. And there's nothing there. Just a hungry animal staring at defenseless prey. Its hind claws dig into the linoleum and it charges.
* Marco disappears. PINpoints. Never leave home without them.
* Jeff_Levitt screams in rage and tears up the floor where Marco used to be. [MY FOOD! MINE! MINE!] Well then, it'll have to make do with the ones with the sticks that make it hurt. With the doors sealed, there's nowhere else for it to go.
* Marco reappears behind Jeff, down the hall. No way he's leaving his subject. (But he's not going to be food either).
* shop_guards back up, some of them maintaining covering fire. Someone else hefts a gun with rings all along its barrel and fires. It emits a noise that reverberates the walls and screeches on the edge of hearing and makes one's blood shake and that's when one's wearing armour and special ear protection....*
* Jeff_Levitt screams again, this time in pain. it drops, writhing. They've bought themselves a minute or two now.
* Shop_techs move in with all sorts of techniques. These techniques shock. these others have chemicals.
Jeff_Levitt: The thing that used to be Jeff is definitely down, but also definitely not out. It thrashes, kicking and biting at the air in front of it.
* Marco watches quietly. It's past the point of talking, at this moment, but he's loath to leave his subject.
* Shop_techs got bit. Ow, his arm! Zaps him good for that!
* shop_guards come in closer as well, having somehow gotten some kind of improvised restraints.*
* Jeff_Levitt screams in pain again when the taser hits it. It resumes kicking and snapping after a few seconds of twitching, but it's becoming clear that it's running out of steam.
Marco: "Focus, Jeffrey. You know who you are. Breathe. Focus." Murmuring to himself more than anything, but who knows what the man-thing might hear?
* shop_guards will try to truss its legs and muzzle it as best they can.*
Jeff_Levitt: Oh it can hear you, Marco. Unfortunately all that did was tell it where the food is. It struggles to stand up now thrashing whenever one of the guards tries to restrain it.
* Shop_techs looks in confusion at his syringe. The drugs, they do nothing?
Jeff_Levitt: The drugs, in fact, do something, actually. But where it would knock a human out, on this thing it doesn't quite go that far. It does appear to be slowing down though.
* shop_guards are undeterred. They will tie him up or die trying. Or try dying. Or try some tie-dyeing.*
* Marco will buy them all something when this is over with, if his budget can afford it.
* Jeff_Levitt staggers drunkenly as the drugs really begin to kick in. No...no, hang on...there's food over there. Need to get to the food. It lurches forward and...promptly falls over thanks to its legs being tied together. Holy crap, when did *that* happen?
* Shop_techs drew the short straw and has to try to muzzle the beast.
* shop_guards are sneaky like that.
* Shop_techs goes in with a loop of plastic cord attached to a pole. Nice dino, lemmie just put this around your mouth...
* Marco tilts his head. Aw. Mr. Levitt-teeth is cute with his head like that. And uninjured. Wonderful.
* Jeff_Levitt 's biting is only half-hearted now. It's so *tired* all of a sudden. Maybe it'll take a nap before dinner.
* Shop_techs catches jaws?
* Jeff_Levitt 's jaws are caught, much to its surprise. Fortunately the nice, nice drugs only result in a muffled squawk of protest before it lays down again. Okay. Naptime is definitely now.
* Marco feels like a proud parent. Seriously. Never mind the brains on his pants and the blood and parts of dead people everywhere.
* Shop_techs lowers his gas mask
Shop_techs: Boss, how about next time, a bunny rabbit?
Marco: "Take him down to Secure Area 7. One of the uh..." He waves his hand. "... adamantium walled ones."
* Marco looks over at the tech. His look is obvious. /You want to be a bunny rabbit? That can be arranged./
* Shop_techs cowers, just a little. Yeah, big buff guy, cowering.
* Shop_tech is just one left. Bummer, dude.
* Shop_tech radios for a gurney, a...double wide one.
* Jeff_Levitt is out cold, breathing deeply.
* Marco will accompany his boy. Yup. He rests a hand on Jeff's side. It's sort of disturbing, except that they've probably all seen this before. Once every few months, likely.
* shop_guards will return to their usual duties once the gurney arrives for the subject and others come to collect the dead--or what's left of them.*
* Shop_tech helps lift Jeff onto the gurney, with gloves on, because eww, he's all bloody.
* Shop_tech wheels Jeff off, quickly, worried that he'll wake up!
* Marco follows. He might be petting Jeff.