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poly_chromatic2012-10-27 10:47 pm
what_the_flux) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-10-27 10:47 pm
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[One of the circus staff is making a big to-do in the freakshow area, drawing the crowds' attention to a large tent that has, as of yet, remained drawn closed. As people gather nearer, the staff member leans dramatically towards them from his crate, his smile taking on a sinister quality as his voice adopts a dark, dramatic tone.]
Enjoying the show, are we? The strange, the bizarre, the unusual creatures gathered, their talents and gifts, their curses and mutilations on display for you?
Many of our performers are as natural as you or I, their very essence so irreversibly twisted from the start that they form, of their own, into the incredible and unbelievable which you see before you today.
But some...
Some of our displays are works of art.
And their artiste? Their creator, their engineer, the man who has taken what they were and made them more?
It is my honor to present this man to you.
[As he finishes that, he stands - and as he stands, the front of the tent is drawn open. Inside, there is a makeshift laboratory. Slabs for bodies are the largest feature in the center, tables covered beakers and flasks of varied sizes and shapes line the sides, drawings and sketches of various creatures are on display along the walls, the corners accented by energy rippling through twin-pronged tesla coils.
In the center of it, standing before the crowd with his hair frizzing even more wildly than usual in every direction, his goggles - with the one enlarged, magnifying lens - down over his eyes, his crossed arms covered to the elbow by heavy rubber gloves, and his buttoned labcoat draping all the way to the floor, is Doctor Emmett Brown. Or so it appears to be, though this is most certainly not the Doc that anyone has come to know. The crowd gasps and draws slightly back as he surveys them detachedly, and the barker - delighted - speaks up once more.]
Do mind your manners, dear audience, lest you too find a place on his slab.
[ooc: SO. Yes, Doc is under a form of control by the circus. No, he probably hasn't done much in actuality, but he has indeed been captured and cast in the role. The control is not perfectly absolute and, at times, you may even be able to get through to the real Doc. He's in there, somewhere, and he's not having a good time.]
Many of our performers are as natural as you or I, their very essence so irreversibly twisted from the start that they form, of their own, into the incredible and unbelievable which you see before you today.
But some...
Some of our displays are works of art.
And their artiste? Their creator, their engineer, the man who has taken what they were and made them more?
It is my honor to present this man to you.
[As he finishes that, he stands - and as he stands, the front of the tent is drawn open. Inside, there is a makeshift laboratory. Slabs for bodies are the largest feature in the center, tables covered beakers and flasks of varied sizes and shapes line the sides, drawings and sketches of various creatures are on display along the walls, the corners accented by energy rippling through twin-pronged tesla coils.
In the center of it, standing before the crowd with his hair frizzing even more wildly than usual in every direction, his goggles - with the one enlarged, magnifying lens - down over his eyes, his crossed arms covered to the elbow by heavy rubber gloves, and his buttoned labcoat draping all the way to the floor, is Doctor Emmett Brown. Or so it appears to be, though this is most certainly not the Doc that anyone has come to know. The crowd gasps and draws slightly back as he surveys them detachedly, and the barker - delighted - speaks up once more.]
[ooc: SO. Yes, Doc is under a form of control by the circus. No, he probably hasn't done much in actuality, but he has indeed been captured and cast in the role. The control is not perfectly absolute and, at times, you may even be able to get through to the real Doc. He's in there, somewhere, and he's not having a good time.]
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Doctor Brown?
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["This" being the circus gig in general. It hasn't occurred to Chekov that Doc's mind is cursed.]
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It is my honor to be of service.
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None other.
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[Ha glances about the tent for a moment, then kneels slightly toward Chekov.]
A laboratory? Though, I'm certain you know that, Pavel.
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[He makes a sweeping gesture at the freakshow surrounding his own setup. But his words lack any real pride, or much in the way of feeling at all.]
Not all of it is my work, of course, but there are a number.
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They must've done this.
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Nothing has been "done" to me. I have merely chosen to explore an area of the sciences in greater depth.
[And almost sounding just slightly more like Doc...]
I have always found all branches to be of immense interest.
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[He smirks slightly - hollowly. Poor attempt at humor, curse-Doc.]
At present, I have become rather taken with alternative studies and, being allowed this opportunity to pursue them... well. I rather think I've accomplished some impressive work.
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What work? [He gestures vaguely to indicate... well, everything, especially the freak show attractions.] What part of this is your work, Doctor?
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But this is too much.
You're affecting PEOPLE.
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Every leap in knowledge, every advancement, comes at a certain price.
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Their lives have not been lost.
[The statement is even, but his eyes show nothing but turmoil. He pauses, slightly, his tone less certain and more familiar.]
I... didn't--
[No. He stands back upright, stiffens again. Control reasserted, the statement is lost.]
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Something still has been lost.
[Ken notices that, his heart going out to Doc. He's not giving up or leaving, now. He'll try to get through, take Doc back from the hold of the curse - SOMETHING. But he's not going to just leave him.]
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[Stiff, heavily restrained.]
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Do you like doing it? Your work, I mean?
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I do take pride in doing work of a certain level of quality.
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[Continually stiffening, less emotive as he goes. A sign, perhaps, that he's fighting it enough that the control is fighting back.]
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