Room 239/240 (Locked to Janet & John Crichton)

[janet_fraiser]

Janet was sprawled out on her bed, notes scattered across the floor and the bed, index cards tacked up on a recently hung corkboard, and she was scribbling furiously in the same notebook she had at study hall. Her genetics books were scattered across the room, bookmarks and post-it notes filling them.

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*knocks*

Anyone home? Friday night and I'm bored!

[janet_fraiser]

Janet jumps, startled, then tries to crawl off her bed without disturbing her notes. Unfortunately, the toe of her shoe catches on a fold of her bedspread, and she falls with an undignified thud, papers skittering across the floor and out of order. "Fuck!" she exclaims, clutching her knee and looking up at the door. "Hold on a sec!"

When she finally makes it to the door, half her knee has turned black and blue, and it's only a matter of time 'til the other half goes too. "John!" she exclaims, opening the door. "You're saving me from a lonely night of scientific geekery. Come on in."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John comes in, laughing at the array of books, paper, and pencils littering the room. "Did Einstein blow up in here?" John thumbs a piece of paper idly, frowning at the scrawling. "You making Frakenstein's monster in here?"

[janet_fraiser]

Janet laughs, trying to put all her weight on her left knee. "I fell," she says sheepishly, limping to the freezer and pulling out an ice pack. "I'm a bit of a klutz when I'm startled out of research mode." She limped back to her bed, pausing to grab sheets of paper along the way. "Not making Frankenstein's monster, but I do have a new research project in human genetics. Do you want to hear about it, or would I bore you?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John plucks the ice pack from her hand and pushes her towards the bed. "I can do this part and do it well." John applies the ice pack to Janet's right knee. "Nice one. It'll probably be the same color as my jaw soon." John scans the room again. "Sure, I'd love to hear about it because I love listening to you talk."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet limps forward, John's hand on her back. She glares back at him, but not seriously, as her knee is starting to throb pretty badly now and she could use the support which feels pretty good, actually. The pillows are soft and comfy against her back as she leans on the headboard and lets John hold the ice pack against her knee. "Oh, that feels nice bettter," she says, sighing. She shoves a couple pillows toward him. "Do me a favor and lift my knee up, shove those underneth? I need to elevate this thing before it swells too much."

You are too good to me. She smiles. "Okay, well, I got ahold of this weird blood sample during the zombie fights," says Janet. "And when I was analyzing the zombie samples under a microscope, I noticed that the blood cells weren't degrading the way they should. They had absolutely amazing regenerative powers." She pointed at a stack of notes. "Do you mind?" she asks apologetically, glancing at her knee.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Mistress." John says with a good natured smile. He eases her knee up and slides the pillows underneath her sore knee. "Wow, the only place I've seen more pillows is a department store. Seriously, you could build a fort with all these pillows."

John follows her glance while listening to her talk about rengeration and zombies. He points at the same stack of notes she's point towards. "You want the notes? All right." John reaches down and snags the note before settling them on Janet's lap.

[janet_fraiser]

Janet blushes a little, but rolls her eyes at John. "I'm a cripple here!" she exclaims. "I'd get them myself if I could. And yeah, lots of pillows, but they're comfy, and good for snuggling. But I haven't tried to build a fort yet."

"You're my hero," says Janet lightly. "See, look," she says, flipping through the pages. "Here's a model of the DNA strand in question." She pointed to a double helix outlined in black with several different highlighter colors overlaying it. "The green represents the areas with a significantly lower level of mutation than the subject should have, based on the age of the subject."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"You've never built a fort? All right. After you explain your mad scientist machinations to me, we're building a fort, bum knee or not."

John peers closely at the diagrams. "So, with the mutation being lower, does that mean he's healing quicker? Or something else. Biology isn't my best subject."

[janet_fraiser]

((OOC: OK, I'm abandoning quotation marks. That takes too long. Also, I am BSing like hell through all the bio here, so please forgive any errors. They're the fault of the mun, not the character.))

Well, not since I was a kid. Like, six. Which, as you know, is a lot longer ago than it looks. *hits John with another pillow. I am not a mad scientist, damn it! If I were a mad scientist, I'd have brewed up a love potion for Daniel ages ago.

*holds diagrams up* Not quite. See, the thing is, the subject looks to be in his mid-thirties. But the mutations are almost nonexistent. And the stuff highlighted in pink? *points to diagram* Those are the sections that are particularly prone to regenerating. Which basically means that I think the subject can heal from just about any wound, because the cells regenerate almost instantaneously.

*eager grin* I have GOT to figure out how that works. Just so that I can figure it out.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

You are a mad scientist. You've got all the symptoms. Messy room, messy hair, self inflicted wounds and that bear of an attitude. But you're a cute mad scientist.

Instantaneously? Wow. That would be pretty damn handy to have. And this came from someone at the school? Someone here?

[janet_fraiser]

Okay, the messy room is easily cleaned, the messy hair is not-- *reaches up to feel hair* Oh, damn. Bite me on the attitude, John. Am I being cranky to you now? Even when you're going to force me to build a pillow fort? *does not comment on being cute, because she is, darn it, and knows it too*

Almost instantaneously. Though I doubt any serum developed from what I learn here could heal anything instantaneously, it might provide enough of a boost to the immune system to help it overcome a number of things that might normally overwhelm it.

And yeah, it came from someone at the school, but I can't say who. This person is a little secretive, and maybe didn't realize what was given to me; it was pretty chaotic when the sample was given. I have to talk to this person first.