It drips down my throat

[newlawtolight]

Who: Letitia Genesister, OPEN
What: Plants and honey and words
When: Early April
Where: Level 2/The Magic Lab
Warnings: Letitia, possible horror, Fallen London, possible drugs, etc.

[Level 2]

[That smell. Its brimstone and fire. And its where the plants are! Oh dear, oh dear.

There is indeed a row of plants that are now on fire when you come to see what is happening. Its quite thick and hot, and there's nothing nearby to put it out. Indeed, it seems that whoever caused this put all watering implements as far away as possible.

Which makes no sense, except...is that flower blooming? In the fire?]


[Kitchen]

[There is a brand new item hanging around in the cabinets. There are three small jars filled with a viscous golden substance. Upon popping open the jars, you find that it's honey!...very lovely-smelling honey. There is a small note on each jar that says to help yourself, so...maybe you will. You do find, should you eat it that it is delicious...

(Eating this may have effects. Not that the person who put the honey there will tell you that.)]


[Magic]


[Letitia is in the Lab, working on....well, Astolfo and Akira will definitely know. Its the same type of strange inscriptions from when she was trying to heat her food up, and yet they are different from before. What could they mean?

Whatever they are, the lady is concentrated on them, perfect brows furrowed deep in thought. Perhaps she could benefit from help.]

Comments

Kitchen

[dubiouslychthonic]

[What the heck is up with these people and their honey?

Ok, so yes, she is willing to more or less accept the explanation she'd been given when the beehive in the agricultural floor had been introduced, that earth's bees produce honey that's actually totally safe to eat. Jetshard's still seen enough cases of mind honey overdose in her day to be cautious of a substance that bears such a strong resemblance to the stuff.

Not to mention that, when the general assumption is that the contents of the pantry are for public use, the fact that whoever left this here felt the need to further encourage others to partake... seems a bit dicey to her. Just a bit.

So here's a troll, frowning thoughtfully into an open, but otherwise untouched, jar of honey.]

[newlawtolight]

[It's...well, it looks like normal honey on the outset. It smells like roses.

Meanwhile, there is someone in the kitchen, looking on.]

Would you like bread with that, dear?

[dubiouslychthonic]

I'm not sure I trust it far enough to inflict it on innocent baked goods.

[It's said with a smile and an ironic little cock of the head, but at the same time, she's putting the lid back on the honey.]

[newlawtolight]

[She chuckles.]

Oh, that is quite harmless. Its a honey. A very sweet and lovely foodstuff. Not quite to my tastes, but...

[dubiouslychthonic]

The only widely-produced honey in Alternian space is an industrial byproduct that causes mania and potentially acute hyperpsionic stimulation when consumed, so you'll have to excuse me if I'm a little shy of the stuff.

[Not that she's got the psionic powerset to worry about blowing anything up while high on honey, but it's the principle of the thing. You don't put the mind honey in your mouth.]

Is it yours? Since you seem so confident of what it is. And I'm pretty sure it's just shown up in the last couple of days.

[newlawtolight]

It is. But my goodness, the honey I've created doesn't do such things! Its quite safe to consume, and satisfying.

[...She honestly doesn't know what it does here. But she's pretty sure it won't do that.]

[dubiouslychthonic]

I think I'll pass, thank you.

[There's something about the way Letty says "created" that doesn't quite sit right with Jetshard. She's willing to allow that she may be being paranoid, influenced by her upbringing in ways that don't translate well to anticipating the behavior of aliens, but well...]

And not that I disbelieve you, but if you were to have potentially mind-altering substances you wished to share, I'd appreciate it as a member of the medical staff if you'd identify them as such before offering them around? A bad trip is usually simpler to correct or ride out than an accidental overdose.

[newlawtolight]

Oh?...but of course. I wouldn't wish to harm anyone.

[She taps her finger to her chin.]

I suppose my honey may cause drowsiness, but...other than that, I could hardly say that anything else negative would occur. Nor can someone "accidentally" overdose? One can't really overdose on honey. There is little such thing that I am aware of.

[A pause.]

Red honey, though. I don't usually partake in creating such a thing, but if you happen to see any red honey of unknown provenance, I should suggest handing it over to me. Just in case.

[dubiouslychthonic]

[She cracks a very slight smile; maybe the admission that there is a potentially hazardous kind of honey and this isn't it has softened her up a little.] You might be surprised at what I've seen idiots manage to overdose on, but point taken.

[newlawtolight]

Oh?

[dubiouslychthonic]

[She sighs, but she can't really be annoyed with Letty for asking. She'd brought it up.

Also, it's not like she objects to gossiping about people who aren't here.]

There's a colony port that some of the ships I used to work on use, on a planet where they've got these animals... we call them tripworms? Maybe eight or ten inches long, soft-bodied, secrete a mildly hallucinogenic substance when distressed. Like, for instance, when being handled by a troll. Honestly, I think they'd probably be in wider use but as far as I know no one's managed to breed them off-planet and the stupid things tend to die of shock if you take them into space.

Anyway, topically, they're pretty harmless, and the toxin denatures too fast in a troll's digestive system for eating them to have any effect.

So obviously some idiot on shore leave had to find a different orifice to shove one in.

[newlawtolight]

[Ok, that does get Letitia to sigh.]

You can't fault others for being creative, I suppose. But I can see why you would be concerned.

[dubiouslychthonic]

It's probably lucky that his slightly less stupid friend knew what he'd done. Lucky for him, anyway. The crew might have been better off without him.