Aldehyde Dehydrogenase Substrate Production | Emily+Ellie

Emily Lewenhock

Circling the cell block hallway was not a very interesting activity in and of itself. Swaying and stumbling down the hallway, however, attracted a bit more attention.

Not that Emily seemed particularly aware of this. Onward she went, scrutinizing Cell 000 for a few moments before setting off again, finding herself back there again, and looking again. Results unchanged. Whee.

On her next round she stumbled on nothing obvious and, with a yelp, narrowly caught herself on the panopticon wall. Phew. Good thing this didn't have an alarm system or anything. Anyway! Back to circling—

Ellie Carter

Ellie watches Emily for a minute of this, for once her tongue stayed by curiosity. She had come back to the cell block to do some useless lounging when she spotted the strange behavior. Ellie steps in and catches Emily on the next stumble around the panopticon. A struggle with having less movement, but it was so predictable that she could prepare.

"Be careful, girl! What the hell is your poison?"

Emily Lewenhock

Oh thank God Emiel was here—wait what.

Blinking rapidly, Emily straightened herself out with a slurred thanks before registering she had not, in fact, been caught by someone she would have expected outside. This was, uh—

“Ellie!” Right. Good thing it was a real easy name to remember, because she clearly wasn’t firing on all cylinders right now. “Cool, I’m good, I’m good, uh.”

Question. Yes. Answer. “Statistically speaking, I’m eitherrrr drunk or dying of botulism and I think at this point I don’t really care which.”

Ellie Carter

Yeah. Ellie can recognize this, easily. Even though she admittedly doesn't know what dying of botulism looks like. But there's nothing she could fucking do about that so let's go with the other one.

"Girl, you drunk as hell. Where the hell did you find the booze? I've been lookin'!"

She helps Emily stand up before she gives Emily a hearty pat on the back.

Emily Lewenhock

"Good news!!" What, that Ellie'd picked the option that wasn't dying of botulism? Or that Emily was properly upright now and not overthinking the implications of an instance of casual human contact? Or something completely unrelated? She didn't seem to see any need to specify further.

"Fiiiind, it huh~? You can find it too. We should do the hot-cold thing. Beep… Beep…"

She covered her eyes with one hand as if she wasn't the one who'd be saying if Ellie was getting hotter or colder. Or… whatever equivalent the metal detector beeping was supposed to be?