video; un: Dr. Disraeli

[delilahs_death]

[Appearing on screen is one Dr. Jezebel Disraeli, who looks thoroughly irritated. He also looks mildly disheveled and sickly, somehow appearing even thinner than his normal lanky appearance. Behind him, a large dog paces and whines, glancing at his owner all the while.]

So. I surely can't be the only person in this damned place who is completely unable to eat. Or eat food, rather.

If it's not the whole town, then I assume it is those who share my blood type, since that seems to determine everything around here. Vileblood, I believe I am called.

In any event: I believe I have stumbled upon a solution for those who might be afflicted.

[With pained grimace of a smile, he holds up a set of vials in his palm.]

Arsenic. Cyanide. Strychnine. All of which are deadly poisons, and all of which seem to be the only thing I can eat without wanting to promptly pass out on the spot. I imagine anyone else afflicted will be the same, since this does seem to be the sort of sick joke we would be afflicted with.

So, if anyone is in need of a poison or two, I suppose I can assist. I have a decent supply.

Before anyone asks: yes, I do have a lot of poisons.

Yes, I study poisons and made some of them myself.

No, I have not poisoned anyone in the town.

Although, believe me, I've been tempted.

Comments

un: eudaimonikos; video

[eudaimonikos]

That seems like a pain in the ass. You should try growing some poison plants or something - a little more sustainable.

[delilahs_death]

Oh, I very much plan to do that very thing. Alas, since I have only just arrived, I don't have much of a garden quite yet.

[eudaimonikos]

Not much of a green place in general, huh?

[He sounds sort of put out by it. Michael doesn't have a vast amount of experience with real living plants (as opposed to afterlife creations), but he likes having at least the appearance of them around. They're pretty.]

I've still got one of my cacti - it came with the house. But that probably isn't poisonous, right?

[delilahs_death]

Some are, depending on the kind. A few varieties have toxic sap on their skin. Though you would need to wrangle with the cactus' needles to get to it.

[eudaimonikos]

Huh. It's one of the big ones with the arms.

[And frankly he'd rather not deal with the needles just to get some toxic sap for you guys, but.]

I think it must be a little magic, anyway. It survived a while in Maine, I know they don't grow there.

[delilahs_death]

That does seem to make sense, yes. Granted, I am no expert in cacti, but large ones in these environments does sound like an anomaly.

Some taller forms of cacti have poisonous sap on their skin. ...of course, a good deal of them also contain some form of mescaline, so you might wind up drugged out of your mind by mistake as well.

[eudaimonikos]

...that could be fun...

[delilahs_death]

As a doctor, I suppose I should warn you that mescaline can also make you vomit wildly and go into psychosis.

But then again, that is true for humans, and I do not know what the effects are for demons.

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael laughs.]

No clue! Our drugs of choice are usually a little more metaphysical. I think I'm done with stuff like time, though, that's a little too much for when you're hanging around humans.

[though.......the psychosis part is noted]

[delilahs_death]

I can't even begin to imagine. Dare I ask what some of these other metaphysical drugs are that you've experienced?

[eudaimonikos]

Well, you've got your basics, like Ennui and Loathing, but that's soft stuff. I always thought Gravity was nice.

[delilahs_death]

How does Gravity work, exactly? Is it a heavy weight, a sensation of falling...?