Bound to leave some kind of mark . . .

B'Elanna

"Who are going to gut, FEKKIK?!" Chiana nearly screams, twitching in that special way she has (almost avian) in her anger as she looks down at the prone mutterer at her feet.

Well, given what all Griffin has been through I can see where there would be SOME kind of aftereffect. Oh, somehow this . . . . thing has managed to pull himself together enough to some semblance of order. Enough so that our fat host, Bond, has seen fit to burden us with Griffin.

Still, maybe it is just a side effect of what he's gone through, his muttering under his breath and complaining in a similar, hateful manner that that one Harry Potter character: the house elf named Kreacher. Unlike that rather . . . disturbing character, who's distracted airs were (mostly) just an act I believe that Griffin really wasn't aware that he was telling the world what hateful things were actually going through his mind. Maybe (probably, since it would be so USEFUL to know what this creep is thinking) it'll stop in time. In the near future it'll probably be rather useful (we'd hear him coming before he could murder my friends as they slept). Right now and here, it has . . . rather . . . . been insulting.

Chiana didn't take too well to having her mate threatened with murder. On top of everything else today (she wants her sister cured TODAY and NOW), she has to put up with this giggling madman. That threat was . . . the last straw. Something gave and . . .

Well, let's just say that "dumb nuts" (who probably wishes they WERE numb) got off LUCKY...

. . .

Well, maybe if I and Elrondir hadn't so involved in explaining quietly via "mindspeak" to the Dark Elves that there REALLY was no joke about all this "science stuff" not being actually magic (and us trying to play a now really worn out joke on them) AND the fact that I don't give a solid damn about Griffin's welfare (he'd tried to cave my skull in with a cast iron frying pan, for CREATOR'S sake) . . . . Well, maybe we would have noticed the danger beforehand and put a gag spell on Griffin's mutterings before he'd accidently pushed Chiana's hot button enough to . . .

Oh well. Oops.

"Well, really now!" Mina huffs, shocked at what Chiana has done. She and the other humans (those with "mere" human ears) hadn't overheard the last, so hadn't heard the little byplays here. Takes a bit of time to calm ruffled feather at this latest incident but the Doctor does it in flying colors (him silently explain to Mina and the other Leaguers except Griffin--who's beneath contempt and thus the Doctor doesn't want to bother with--just WHY Chiana kneed the Invisible Man really helped).

Takes more time to play along, listening to a briefing we'd already overheard down in Wapping. Well, at least that brief encounter with Professor Cavor had been . . . entertaining. AND informative

Gee, shabby and absent minded . . . Still all in all a rather nice fellow, Cavor . . . Real shame that his Moon mission will never work, what with all Cavorite supposed to become denatured and all that!

Would just love, as an engineer, to discuss how the Hell he figured on controlling the anti-gravity force of the Cavorite to aim that damn capsule to and back from the Moon. Did he have some kind of means of focusing it's direction, forming a vector or . . .

Oh, well indeed! I wish I could do a lot of things here, but that's not really something I'll be able to do, alas. Don't have the time or opportunity. If I'm wishing to talk with H.G. Wells characters about engineering feats, then let me talk with the Time Traveller then! An Earther storybook character I'd read about and enjoyed reading about, really! Besides Wells having (in the Doctor's timeline) having based The Time Machine on the Doctor, I would really like to talk to the guy (if he actually exists in what increasing looks like pastiche world of Victorian literature) if only to compare notes on how a Victorian time machine compares to a Timelord time machine...

Alas, no. Anyway we soon hit upon a plan: recon. Inquirer (who's going to keep an eye on . . . a thing), Griffin (being the thing that Inquirer is keeping an eye upon), and Mina (the League's head honcho) shall seek out an Oriental teashop owner to get some information about this Eastern warlord who's supposedly stolen the Cavorite, checking out one source of information. If things get rough (like say Griffin acts up), Inquirer shall be there to . . . help out. Another team made up of Allan, Sigin, me (secretly via Inquirer's invisibility cloak that she has in her luggage, somewhere), and Jekyll will canvas a barber shop (actually an "opium den" according to Allan). If things go badly there, gets sticky, I'll cast a spell or three (and maybe a phasor bolt or three) to "unsticky" it. If things the fecal matter REALLY hits the air induction blades, Sigin shall go full dragon and . . . redress the issue as needed and, sort things out later however it need to be sorted.

The others shall stay behind and . . . canvas Cavor for all the info they can get about the rock, so all the better to make our #$%#% tricorders able to better lock in on it . . .

That and a bit of time and distance away between Chiana and Griffin will do wonders for us all . . . I hope . . . They don't . . . really get along right now by the way they keep glaring at each other.

"Here we go," I say softly, slipping on the cloak.

1. So soon enough . . .

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