-Oliver zips back and forcefeeds Six coffee-
-The Spartan sputters, but his body works quickly and he's up-
Six: What the actual fuck?
Oliver: That was for giving me a virus back on Idacra, asshole.
Six: ...oh.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Six: -to Ironscales- What's going on? I just heard an explosion and came downstairs.
Oliver: -to Ironscales- Well... a single particle of actual Stim. Not the simulated stuff that I feel like I use whenever I overclock this.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Oliver: Yeah.
Trust me. You don't even want a drop of the stuff if you don't have the right regulatory implants. One drop on your tongue if you aren't properly augmented for it, and you'll basically be tweaked as shit for a week. Ludicrously high blood pressure, hyper-awareness, and a complete inability to enter even light sleep. Fucks with your circadian rhythm, to say the least of what not sleeping for a week does to your mental health. Plays hell with your kidneys too.
Only safe dosage is diluting it to the tune of... maybe five parts per million?
edited 4th Nov '17 10:27:50 AM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Six: -to Baru- ...heh. Knocking loudly.
Might be useful in other situations where you have to loudly knock.
Oliver: -to Lisa- Yeah, probably. Maybe you might get the intended effect since you're a lot bigger than a regular person is.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Baru: ~waves hello to Six~