Common sense is not so common.*
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bending_sickleMohinder! Did we learn nothing from the Science Stick for Greater Justice?
*sigh*
1) Mo, blood. Dude, like, blood. What happens to blood when it's out of the body? Think now, think hard. You've been punched, yeah? Had your nose broken a few times? Been telekinetically strapped to the ceiling? Yeah? Ok. So, blood.
It congeals. It turns into a flakey scab. It stops being a liquid.
Blood doesn't do the whole "going out" thing, y'hear?
So, if you're going to be carrying blood-filled syringes around, what should you do? That's right, stick 'em in a cooler. Why? Because injecting sludge - especially now-dead sludge - isn't easy. (Neither, for that matter, is injecting a corpse, but we'll let that slide. For now.)
2) Mohinder, I know you're not a doctor, and I know you're not in the habit of injecting people all the time, and I hope to gods unknown that you don't have a history of hard drug use. But. What the flying is it with you and needles? Have you any repressed psychopathic urges? Feel the need to stabstabstab people? (Or is it only with Sylar? In that case, want to meet my friend Sigmund? He's always talking about sex and symbolism - hell, he'll talk you're ear off - but in this case I think he's got a point.)
On a related note, stabstabstab doesn't work if you want to draw blood. There's that whole "stabbing through the vein all the way to the other side" problem. And the angle of penetration was all wrong. (Shuddup, Freud.)
3) As a scientist, you should be more than a bit iffy about having people share their blood around like it's candy. Not only has the AIDS epidemic taught us the value of screening for dieases, but there's the added problem of conflicting blood types. However, seeing as how you're injecting the Heal Anything Blood (thanks, Sy, for that adorable lable), then I'm giving you all the slack you'll ever get from me. (Although, why the HAB doesn't fight and kill your own blood cells - and precious weak lil' antibodies *snigger* - when mixed, as any good blood mix should, is beyond me.)
4) Sendhil Ramamurthy said in a recent on-set interview that Mo was the embodiment of good or whatnot on the show. I beg to differ, mainly on the whole "shoot to kill" + "killing Father in front of Daughter". Why can't we ever shoot to wound?!? (By the way, disturbingly good aim there, Mo. How'd you get to be so good with a gun, Mr Innocently-Puttering-About Professor? Did Noah teach? *mind wanders* *mind camps in new happy place*) But again, a nanometer of slack because for all I know, you talked the possibility of shooting Noah over with Bob, and actually planned the use of HAB. (I feel like I'm giving you a lot of credit here, so just take it and run.)
***
If I could write real crack, and not cracky!serious fic, I'd write a fic where Sylar's newly acquired kitty powers result in the Heroes cast fawning over him, oo-ing and ahh-ing, smothering him with hugs and kisses, petting his lovely, lovely hair and fighting over who gets to keep him. Mama Petrilli will be required to sigh heavily and say that, yes, ok, he can stay, but the boys better damn well take care of him. Sylar is, of course, appropriately horrified but helpless at convinceing them he's evil. Like Spike after his little "trip to the vet".
Another fanfic idea that's been nibbling on me - or, more recently, screaming at me from the grave - is that of Adam Monroe. Because "I'll sleep when I'm dead" has so much more meaning now, and the mental anguish and time for reflection is just perfect. Damn you, Adam, I'm not smitten with you yet. You need more layers aside from the whole "I'm evil, evil, eeeeevil, and I want to be a god." *flashbacks to BtVS's Andrew & co. singing We are as gooooooods*
I've also been waylaid by more fanvid ideas than I care for. Particularly since all but one is Maya/Sylar. (Saya?) And I don't even ship them; I ship the manipulation of Maya by Sylar, which is a whole different deal.
The songs for Saya and Mylar:
Sylar/Maya:
The Snake - Al Wilson
Sèche tes pleurs - Daniel Belanger (Lit. Trans. "Dry your tears, my sister".) Alejandro cameo obligatory.
Space Dementia - Muse - too long and instrumental for a n00b such as me, and it's the little black dress for evil pairings. (Like The Doctor/The Master, which is where I know this song from.)
Sylar/Mohinder:
I'd Love You to Want Me - Lobo - quite obviously meant to be crack. I don't even know why I have this song in my head with Sylar dancing along, but damn it all if he doesn't look cute.
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*sigh*
1) Mo, blood. Dude, like, blood. What happens to blood when it's out of the body? Think now, think hard. You've been punched, yeah? Had your nose broken a few times? Been telekinetically strapped to the ceiling? Yeah? Ok. So, blood.
It congeals. It turns into a flakey scab. It stops being a liquid.
Blood doesn't do the whole "going out" thing, y'hear?
So, if you're going to be carrying blood-filled syringes around, what should you do? That's right, stick 'em in a cooler. Why? Because injecting sludge - especially now-dead sludge - isn't easy. (Neither, for that matter, is injecting a corpse, but we'll let that slide. For now.)
2) Mohinder, I know you're not a doctor, and I know you're not in the habit of injecting people all the time, and I hope to gods unknown that you don't have a history of hard drug use. But. What the flying is it with you and needles? Have you any repressed psychopathic urges? Feel the need to stabstabstab people? (Or is it only with Sylar? In that case, want to meet my friend Sigmund? He's always talking about sex and symbolism - hell, he'll talk you're ear off - but in this case I think he's got a point.)
On a related note, stabstabstab doesn't work if you want to draw blood. There's that whole "stabbing through the vein all the way to the other side" problem. And the angle of penetration was all wrong. (Shuddup, Freud.)
3) As a scientist, you should be more than a bit iffy about having people share their blood around like it's candy. Not only has the AIDS epidemic taught us the value of screening for dieases, but there's the added problem of conflicting blood types. However, seeing as how you're injecting the Heal Anything Blood (thanks, Sy, for that adorable lable), then I'm giving you all the slack you'll ever get from me. (Although, why the HAB doesn't fight and kill your own blood cells - and precious weak lil' antibodies *snigger* - when mixed, as any good blood mix should, is beyond me.)
4) Sendhil Ramamurthy said in a recent on-set interview that Mo was the embodiment of good or whatnot on the show. I beg to differ, mainly on the whole "shoot to kill" + "killing Father in front of Daughter". Why can't we ever shoot to wound?!? (By the way, disturbingly good aim there, Mo. How'd you get to be so good with a gun, Mr Innocently-Puttering-About Professor? Did Noah teach? *mind wanders* *mind camps in new happy place*) But again, a nanometer of slack because for all I know, you talked the possibility of shooting Noah over with Bob, and actually planned the use of HAB. (I feel like I'm giving you a lot of credit here, so just take it and run.)
If I could write real crack, and not cracky!serious fic, I'd write a fic where Sylar's newly acquired kitty powers result in the Heroes cast fawning over him, oo-ing and ahh-ing, smothering him with hugs and kisses, petting his lovely, lovely hair and fighting over who gets to keep him. Mama Petrilli will be required to sigh heavily and say that, yes, ok, he can stay, but the boys better damn well take care of him. Sylar is, of course, appropriately horrified but helpless at convinceing them he's evil. Like Spike after his little "trip to the vet".
Another fanfic idea that's been nibbling on me - or, more recently, screaming at me from the grave - is that of Adam Monroe. Because "I'll sleep when I'm dead" has so much more meaning now, and the mental anguish and time for reflection is just perfect. Damn you, Adam, I'm not smitten with you yet. You need more layers aside from the whole "I'm evil, evil, eeeeevil, and I want to be a god." *flashbacks to BtVS's Andrew & co. singing We are as gooooooods*
I've also been waylaid by more fanvid ideas than I care for. Particularly since all but one is Maya/Sylar. (Saya?) And I don't even ship them; I ship the manipulation of Maya by Sylar, which is a whole different deal.
The songs for Saya and Mylar:
Sylar/Maya:
The Snake - Al Wilson
Sèche tes pleurs - Daniel Belanger (Lit. Trans. "Dry your tears, my sister".) Alejandro cameo obligatory.
Space Dementia - Muse - too long and instrumental for a n00b such as me, and it's the little black dress for evil pairings. (Like The Doctor/The Master, which is where I know this song from.)
Sylar/Mohinder:
I'd Love You to Want Me - Lobo - quite obviously meant to be crack. I don't even know why I have this song in my head with Sylar dancing along, but damn it all if he doesn't look cute.
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Date: 2007-12-06 03:53 pm (UTC)Also, since Claire's blood is all speshul, who's to say it won't do funky things like staying liquid provided it doesn't contact air? We just don't know.
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Date: 2007-12-06 03:57 pm (UTC)Seriously thought, Heroes needs to put some limits on the speshul.
*zooms off to class*
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Date: 2007-12-06 03:59 pm (UTC)I keep trying trying figure out how Mohinder managed to obtain a PhD...
Date: 2007-12-06 08:14 pm (UTC)I was doubtful about his qualifications from the first episode (a cockroach, really Mohinder? Have you never heard of how much cooler some bacteria, like
As for Mohinder and his need to inject, I have one thing to post:
Re: I keep trying trying figure out how Mohinder managed to obtain a PhD...
Date: 2007-12-06 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-07 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-07 04:53 pm (UTC)