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little slimy tentacle babies
Jun. 23rd, 2007 02:48 pmSleeped a lot. The kind of sleep that doesn't want to let you go. Every time you manage to wake up it just sucks you back down.
Dreamed some pretty stuff. The guy from Dark Angel who was mostly in a wheelchair, only without the wheelchair. He was called Tony and he was some kind of investigator, law enforcement stuff. He had an ex-wife and a baby who ought to be too small to walk and talk yet but something bizarre had happened to them. There was an infection, a kind of mutagenic plague, and people that got infected started making mucus and ended up making tentacles. And extra brains in their stomach behind the tentacles. It was really weird and really gross and really, really infectious. People with the disease were shut away in Sanctuary districts under the control of Quarantine officers. If they made it that far. Pretty often the Quarantine would turn up in time to find a sad and slightly slimy corpse. Technically it was still murder, but the only people who hunted the killers was the Quarantine, because they might have got infected. And always the cause of death was written down as the new plague.
So Tony's kid was infected. And as well as the usual problems of teething and coordination the kid had a dozen extra mini tentacles and a secondary brain that had him talking in full sentences already. And also an ongoing mucus problem, but so did everyone in Sanctuary so he pretty much didn't see it as a problem.
Most people with relatives in Sanctuary communicated with them by videophone. Safer. But Tony got dressed up in a full biohazard containment suit, that he'd had to purchase himself, and got checked by Quarantine every time he went in or out, and went to go visit his family. Because the kid might be a freak, but he was *his* freak.
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Dreamed some pretty stuff. The guy from Dark Angel who was mostly in a wheelchair, only without the wheelchair. He was called Tony and he was some kind of investigator, law enforcement stuff. He had an ex-wife and a baby who ought to be too small to walk and talk yet but something bizarre had happened to them. There was an infection, a kind of mutagenic plague, and people that got infected started making mucus and ended up making tentacles. And extra brains in their stomach behind the tentacles. It was really weird and really gross and really, really infectious. People with the disease were shut away in Sanctuary districts under the control of Quarantine officers. If they made it that far. Pretty often the Quarantine would turn up in time to find a sad and slightly slimy corpse. Technically it was still murder, but the only people who hunted the killers was the Quarantine, because they might have got infected. And always the cause of death was written down as the new plague.
So Tony's kid was infected. And as well as the usual problems of teething and coordination the kid had a dozen extra mini tentacles and a secondary brain that had him talking in full sentences already. And also an ongoing mucus problem, but so did everyone in Sanctuary so he pretty much didn't see it as a problem.
Most people with relatives in Sanctuary communicated with them by videophone. Safer. But Tony got dressed up in a full biohazard containment suit, that he'd had to purchase himself, and got checked by Quarantine every time he went in or out, and went to go visit his family. Because the kid might be a freak, but he was *his* freak.
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