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Date: 2019-09-14 06:17 pm (UTC)
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[He holds back, notices the... odd reaction Ava's having, and creeps after her. As he does, Jon hits the record button on his tape recorder again without even thinking about it. It's only a soft click and very quiet whir from the tape, but in the relative quiet of the morgue, it's practically deafening. The sounds of movements pause and a man's voice calls, "Tom, is that you? Five minutes, man. I've gotta close up."]

Close up what?

[Jon can't help himself. He really can't. Static crackles across the tape. A melanistic man pokes his head out from behind the curtain looking confused.

And then he freezes. "I'm closing up the donor. I've got the piece of lung we needed." He blinks. "What the... who are you?!"]

Date: 2019-09-14 07:00 pm (UTC)
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[Jon doesn't hurry after Ava, letting her take point and looking around for 'Tom.' But there's no one else down here for the moment. His tape recorder crackles when Ava presses into the surgeon with her Dominate. Jon does approach after a few seconds, trying to get around the curtain to see what exactly is going on. There's definitely a man with his chest cracked open. And there's a cooler of some sort nearby. He can only assume the lung is in here.]

Rodney Fischer. [The name comes to him as he stares at the patient.] Gambling debts. He's been donating parts of his body for years to try to pay them off, but this is the biggest, yet.

[His gaze flicks up to the surgeon then over to Ava.] Can he answer questions while he's working like that?

Date: 2019-09-14 07:38 pm (UTC)
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[Patience. Right. Jon purses his lips and focuses on the patient. He doesn't even need the Eye's knowledge. If Ava is paying close attention, she'll see a faint sheen of multi-colored static flicker across the Archivist's eyes.]

Oh, god. I can- I can See it, Ava. Everything that was cut out. One of his kidneys, part of his liver, spleen, appendix, gallbladder, testes, two strips of muscle and fat from the backs of his thighs. Christ...

Date: 2019-09-14 09:05 pm (UTC)
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[The Archivist's attention turns sharply to the surgeon, and the man will have to endure a silent, heated stare that causes his whole body to start shaking.

"C-can you- make him look away if you want me to finish this right." He seems to be imploring Ava.]

Date: 2019-09-14 10:07 pm (UTC)
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I'm not doing anything. [It's a grouse, but Jon does keep his eyes turned away from the surgeon who seems to be working as slowly as humanly possible. Perhaps because he doesn't want to deal with what comes after. He looks up sharply after a few minutes, though, looking to the lift. There's another crackle of static on the tape recorder.]

Tom's coming for the lung.

["Thank fuck," the surgeon mutters.]

Date: 2019-09-14 10:46 pm (UTC)
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[Jon does as he's told. Though he finds a place to crouch so that he can peer through a gap in the curtain hopefully without being seen. He wants to watch Ava and their surgeon. When he hears her threaten him, thought, there's a part of the Archivist that's... well, when she's directing it at other people, seeing Ava do that makes his heart beat a little faster with something other than fear. Maybe the danger of it is what's attractive? That's probably it.

Ava comes over and manages to get to her cover just as the doors ding and a portly looking melanistic man strolls out.

"Hey, Aamir. You got the goods, man?" He sounds far too jovial.

"Yeah. Um... I'm finished." Aamir grabs a cooler and plasters a smile onto his face as he offers it over. "Everything went smoothly. You should send Wes and Jules down here to take Mr. Fischer back upstairs. Soon. Really soon."

Tom huffs. "I'll let 'em know. Might be 20, though. Mrs. Kelso's acting up again."

Aamir's all but sweating as he nods. "Okay. See you on break."

And just like that Tom heads back over to the lift. As soon as the doors close, Jon is up and breaking from cover is Ava doesn't stop him. His eyes are fixed on Aamir. He does, at least, check with her.]


Can I ask him now?

cw: vomiting blood

Date: 2019-09-15 03:00 am (UTC)
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[There's no mistaking the hunger in the Archivist's gaze for what it is. He's not thinking about consequences right now, just the knowledge, just being able to sort out if this is the Flesh at work and if they can stop it. Save people like Mr. Fischer from trading more and more of themselves away. There's a louder crackle of static over the recorder.]

What is this place and how did you get- [Oh, no. No. He needs this. This is important. Jon can feel his stomach turning, can taste the iron building at the back of his throat. He needs to get it out quickly.] How did you get involved with it?

[He then proceeds to vomit fresh blood all over the floor in front of him as he doubles over in pain.]

Date: 2019-09-15 04:15 am (UTC)
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[It hadn't occurred to him until the moment when he's coughing, spitting, trying to wipe trails of blood from his mouth that he has a vampire with him. It's made abundantly clear just how much of a problem that is when he looks up and sees Ava staring at him... and then at Aamir.

Jon can't help his own gaze sharpening on the man as he gives his Statement. Pitiful though it might be, it's a lead to this Tom. Perhaps something of the Web is actually at work? The Web aiding the Flesh?

He doesn't get too long to ponder on it by the end, though, because Ava is gripping him hard enough that Jon can't help a sound of pain. And she's growling, and leaning in, and his mind flashes to that day with Daisy, with Mike Crew carelessly murdered beside him, a dull knife pressed to his own throat. Ava's teeth won't be dull, though.

His pulse thrums a rabbit's pace as he stares silently, terror gripping him. And then she's bodily shoving him halfway across the morgue to the lift. Jon staggers with the force and whips around as Aamir starts to scream. She'd told him to leave, but he can't. He can't leave when he has to bear witness to this. His throat is tight. But that man's is tighter. He's going to die.

Aamir is going to die tonight and maybe that would be right, but-]


Ava, stop! [Jon shouts it. Then, because he doesn't have any better 'weapon' to use against the vampire... he tries to compel her.] What are you doing, Ava? Answer me. Right now, right here, what are you doing?

Date: 2019-09-15 04:32 am (UTC)
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Guh! [He's forced to take a step back toward the lift, and he almost raises a hand to call for it when he stops himself. He's now sporting a splitting headache of his own.]

Promise me you won't kill him. Are you going to kill him?

[Without Ava's fangs in his neck, there's a bit of a lag for Aamir, but he does start to stir. "What's going... on?" Speech slurred. "Hey... you?" He's trying to sound solicitous, clearly still high on whatever toxin is in the vampire's bite.]

Date: 2019-09-15 04:47 am (UTC)
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[This is such a mess. They still need to talk to Tom, but now he's covered in blood and she's apparently desperate for it and- And this is a hospital. There must be blood bags somewhere, right? Or...?

Jon hastily jabs the button for the lift and it's almost a minute of tense silence before it dings.]


Come on, Ava. Come on. He needs time to set back up or people might get suspicious when they get here.

Date: 2019-09-15 04:56 am (UTC)
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[But Tom! If she could hold out just a little longer. Just a little bit longer. But this is his fault, and looking at her, looking at the way she's shoving herself into the corner and not looking at him, Jon knows better than to press. He'll come back later.

Unless...]


Would it help? My blood. Could you...?

[He's pressing the button for the lobby as he asks and staying well away, but if they can stay and get answers, that's what he so desperately wants.]

Date: 2019-09-15 05:13 am (UTC)
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We can... finish this later.

[It's almost painful, but Jon thinks about what Hawke or Martin would say was appropriate. And him wandering about with blood all over him and Ava craving blood... isn't. It dings at the lobby and there are a pair of men with a gurney waiting. The one on the left stares at Jon for a long moment.

"What the hell? Are you okay?"]


Y-yes, I'm fine. I-hemophiliac. I'm a hemophiliac.

[The man looks to his companion in confusion, then to Ava.

"Did you... come up?"]


No! No, we came down. We're leaving. [The men eye them with deep suspicion as Jon tries to grab Ava's arm and drag her out of the lift with him, around the hospital. One of them, a large albino, tries to grab Jon or Ava if he slips by.

"Not when you're bleeding like that. We can get you admitted."]

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