#esinisex

[emenuellap]

[legion-transcendent]

@esinisex gets a plotted starter, and David gets a bad time.

   They’re late.

   David raises his head, heterochromic eyes focusing. The blank stare he’d kept on his features becomes one of sharp, wild observation. Gaze darts to the door, a hard outline in the padding of his cell. He shifts his arms, the tight discomfort of the straight jacket making him want to scream but he’s learned that doesn’t help, no matter how much the thing itches and chafes.

   It’s wearing off. Can we get ‘em now?

   “No,” he whispers, feeling the tickle on the edge of his brain that tells him his telepathy is returning. It’s been too long since his last dose of power suppressant. It’s supposed to be in his breakfast, but they haven’t brought it yet. In fact, no one has come to check on him and by his count they’re an hour late. “Somethin’s different. We need to be careful.”

    Argh, I wanna burn something!

   Calm down Cyndi, Davey-boy is right. Patience.

   David winces at the irritated groan that fills his brain. He’s not strong enough for this, none of them are. Drugged, underfed, shoved in this dark room, and kept restrained. He’s not sure they’ll even get far if he tries to escape. He’s tried before and every time they punish him. Every time he makes things worse for himself.

   Footsteps!

   “Minds,” David breathes, perking up. He sits straighter, listening as well as he can through the telepathic shielding on his cell. It’s not a lot, just muffled impressions but he knows he’s getting stronger. He couldn’t hear anything a week ago, and what he’s hearing now creates a spark of hope in him. “A visitor. Mum.”

   Now, Davey, don’t get your hopes up. Mum hasn’t visited in years.

   “Shut up Jack. You’re always so fuckin’ negative.”

   David goes still when the view slit opens, the metal grating horribly in this quiet space. He flinches when a gruff orderly’s voice comes through, shouting the same order as always. Back up into the left corner. Don’t move, don’t say anything, don’t do anything that’ll earn getting pressed face down into the ground and a needle in the neck. He’s quick to comply, shuffling into position as quickly as he can with his arms bound. David feels his heart rise into his throat as the door swings opens, his face so full of hope.

   Only for it to be shattered by the stranger in the doorway.

   Let’s burn them! Burn them all!

   “Who the Hell are you?” David hisses, glaring at his visitor.

[vitrumbra-a]

" daiten hates me being productive and getting internships, confirmed. "

[doorinthefloor-a]

@esinisex

[episomalvector-a]

So scientists have found a way to tag RNA with a bioluminescent molecule. They're hoping to use it for research into how memories form in the brain and how viruses propagate.

Now, after my initial reaction of excitement because I love news from the world of microbiology...

Tell me why I can see Sinister trying this method in experimenting on Mami. Since she's a colonial organism that works like a virus - finally getting light into her storing memories and infecting others with her cells.

Just attaches the molecule - returns it to the rest.

It takes about a minute before Mami is now lit up like a Christmas tree because all her cells imitate the one with the bioluminescent molecule. She's just standing there. Steadily glowing red.

Sinister: Huh.

Mami: ... you know, I really thought this was gonna go this way. But I was kind of hoping it didn't...

Sinister:

Mami: I don't question your decisions often, but between my clothing and my new ethereal red glow? I'm feeling a bit like a piece of performative art with the focus on a victim of Jack the Ripper. What, between the red light and looking like a dead Victorian prostitute.

@esinisex I feel like it's yours who does this.

[mamidearcst]

@vitrumbra / @esinisex 🤏 also yeag. sinister 6'6”

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I know you're laughing now, Nami.

"... I don't think we've had a literal face-to-face chat in, at least, a decade. "

[hraunwyf]

@esinisex

"i'll pay you 300 bucks to eat my liver hannibal-style."

[amischiefofmuses]

Random Muse Interactions || Always Accepting

@esinisex sent: " oh nathan. you can never truly escape me. "

Dread washes over him at the sound of that voice, clawing up his spine and making tension gather in him. Braced for the worst, ready to fight, his hand reaching behind him for his gun as he scans the shadows for even the smallest amount of movement. He's not taking chances, he can't afford to with this one. This is the monster that stole his life from him- what should have been his life. He swallows thickly, glaring into the darkness as he turns slowly, hands gripping the gun tight as though it offers any kind of reassurance. -- ❝That so?❞ Despite the fear making his heart thud hard in his ears, his voice is steady, an almost unnatural calm that can only come with years of facing down death and not backing down. ❝Been stopped every damn time you've tried last I checked, what makes you think this time will be ANY different?❞