Daisy didn't look like she was long for the world, which made Ami more than a little nervous on several fronts. First of all, if Daisy passed out, eventually their captors would get in here and drag her bodily out, and then what? Secondly, how the bleeding hell would Daisy return Ami to her body if she were unconscious?
To distract herself, and to keep Daisy awake, she started talking. Ami focused on the bay of monitors, and scowled as she noted each had a label with thier names and *Subject Assignations* on them. Claire and Rose were both clearly visible on the bank of monitors; Rose was handcuffed to the bed and looked about as good as Ami felt. As Ami had felt before she became a ghost. Whatever.
Claire looked better than any of them. Happy, even, sitting there in a rocking chair actually knitting.
(Knitting?) Ami racked her brain for a reason for that and came up empty. She would never be a profiler; there was no way she could think like a criminal unless she read their minds.
"They must have been doing something to Rose," Ami remarked. "She's handcuffed to the bed. She looks like she's been through hell and back, but she's alive at least. I haven't seen her since . . . I haven't seen her for a while."
Ami tilted her head, focusing on the other monitor beside Rose. The one that measured her vitals. "They monitor everything about us from in here, it looks like. Rose's blood pressure, heart rate, I think that's a brain wave pattern, respiration, pulse oxygen and I have definitely watched too many medical dramas if I know all this."
A quick glance at Daisy revealed the woman looked even more lethargic. (Droning on like this isn't going to keep her awake. I've got to do something else.)
Ami moved around the room. She couldn't open drawers or cabinents or manipulate anything telekinetically, but she could look around. It didn't take her long to find something that looked interesting and that might keep Daisy alert until they had a workable plan. "I found our medical charts. I can't do anything telekinetically like this, but you can look at them. See if we can find out what else they've been up to or why they're doing what they're doing."
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[Ami] Hey, If It Works.... (tag Daisy)
Date: 2006-08-08 03:21 am (UTC)(Understate much, Jackson?)
Daisy didn't look like she was long for the world, which made Ami more than a little nervous on several fronts. First of all, if Daisy passed out, eventually their captors would get in here and drag her bodily out, and then what? Secondly, how the bleeding hell would Daisy return Ami to her body if she were unconscious?
To distract herself, and to keep Daisy awake, she started talking. Ami focused on the bay of monitors, and scowled as she noted each had a label with thier names and *Subject Assignations* on them. Claire and Rose were both clearly visible on the bank of monitors; Rose was handcuffed to the bed and looked about as good as Ami felt. As Ami had felt before she became a ghost. Whatever.
Claire looked better than any of them. Happy, even, sitting there in a rocking chair actually knitting.
(Knitting?) Ami racked her brain for a reason for that and came up empty. She would never be a profiler; there was no way she could think like a criminal unless she read their minds.
"They must have been doing something to Rose," Ami remarked. "She's handcuffed to the bed. She looks like she's been through hell and back, but she's alive at least. I haven't seen her since . . . I haven't seen her for a while."
Ami tilted her head, focusing on the other monitor beside Rose. The one that measured her vitals. "They monitor everything about us from in here, it looks like. Rose's blood pressure, heart rate, I think that's a brain wave pattern, respiration, pulse oxygen and I have definitely watched too many medical dramas if I know all this."
A quick glance at Daisy revealed the woman looked even more lethargic. (Droning on like this isn't going to keep her awake. I've got to do something else.)
Ami moved around the room. She couldn't open drawers or cabinents or manipulate anything telekinetically, but she could look around. It didn't take her long to find something that looked interesting and that might keep Daisy alert until they had a workable plan. "I found our medical charts. I can't do anything telekinetically like this, but you can look at them. See if we can find out what else they've been up to or why they're doing what they're doing."