oc: I think the pipes at the boiler aren't fixed, so unless the valves are switched off there, I imagine things are going to get rather wet upstairs
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There was a sudden loud gurgle from the pipes in the kitchen, and after a few seconds a flow of water gushed out quickly, flying out of the sink. Anni gasped and quickly ran and wound down the tap till the water slowed, and then grinned. "I guess someone turned down the pipes. Come on." She filled a couple of the buckets and Jim nervously got up and filled the larger one. "Alright, lets get outside before the slig comes back. Do you want to help, Dean? Do you know where there are any more buckets for you and Kix?"
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Dionysia was not hiding her nerves well as she opened the door to the cupboard where she'd hidden the native the night before and lead Krik inside. The vykker was already exploring his bag and had pulled out a syringe which he held in one hand while holding the bag with two others and searching with his fourth.
"Now I need to take some blood samples for us to examine. There are a couple of drugs I'll test out: medicines that black-skins would likely come into contact with if they were made widely... See how you react to them." Krik made a point of not mentioning the next wave of black skin mudokons they were already working on: it might get complicated if she found out. "A skin sample, see if you're pain threshhold has increased, there are some-"
"You won't need that," Dionysia iterrupted. Krik looked up grouchily. "The pain test: I... got injured yesterday," She held out her arm to show him the long greyish scar where she had been cut yesterday in the grinders. "It was... worse than ever. Nothing you've done helped." There was a note of fea in her voice and she was glad there was no one but Krik around to hear her.
The vykker put down his bag and the two syringes he'd picked out and examined the scar, grasping her arm in two claws and running a third along the scar, looking closely, scrutinising. "How did this happen? Didn't you tell Arnie what'd happen to him if you got hurt?"
Dion stuttered. "It- it was me."
Krik met her gaze and stared at her for several long seconds. "I'm sick of your curiosity. A mudokon weakness you shouldn't be suffering. Faulty prototype." He was getting angry now. "We'll do the pain tests and I'll see for myself." Dionysia seemed to shrink three inches as the vykker continued. "When I've finished, I'll give you the nutrient supplements." Dionysia's body was unable to absorb some of the nutrients from her food that she needed to live. Occasional injections would keep her alive. It was a feature that they officially called a fault, but Krik had actually put it in her genes himself, so that she would be dependant on the industrials and wouldn't be able to survive if she escaped. It was something he had dreams of putting into mudokons one day, and maybe sligs as well, to keep them in check. If Dionysia tried to escape, she would die in a couple of months. Krik grinned to himself sadistically and returned to searching through his bag.