Re: Episode 1.03: American Pie
Early Thursday morning, Oct 21st 2004
Raven got up early to check the progress of her work from the night before. One of the advantages of her psychic abilities was that she didn't have to wait until the process was complete to know if she was on the right track. She went into the small room behind the library. In a corner behind her desk there was a small table, set up almost like an alter. In the center of the table set a small, ornate bowl that was covered with a silk cloth. She removed the cloth and with a pair of antique tongs she lifted what appeared to be a small piece of bone from the murky liquid in the bowl.
She placed the white fragment on the cloth to absorb some of the excess liquid, and then she held her breath as she reached out and picked it up in her bare hand. Nothing, she thought. It's as dead and lifeless as it was before. She glanced at the calendar on her desk. She was running out of time. She needed to have the correct mixture by the 27th, the night of the blood moon. That was less than a week, and it would take awhile after that before it would reach full strength. At this point, she wasn't sure if Pieran had that kind of time left. She grabbed one of the Solerite's books and began reading. "What am I doing wrong? Talk to me Ninti."
9:30 Thursday morning, Oct 21st 2004
Raven knocked on the lab door as she entered. "Iona, could I talk to you for a minute? It's about Pieran."
Iona's head popped up like a Jack-in-the-box from behind a computer screen. "Is he okay? Has his condition changed?" Seeing Raven's calm demeanor, her alarm quickly gave way to embarrassment... and anger with herself. She should have more control than that; she would have to do more excercises. Iona regained her composure, and tried to cover up. "Oh. Er, sure, come on in." Her right hand discretely pressed in a short command on the keyboard, and documents closed and opened on the screen. Her eyes, however, never left Raven. "Is it about the blood work I got from Johnny? 'Cause I haven't been able to get any conclusive results from it." Her tone was a little more businesslike, despite the casual wording.
"I know you've been treating it like it was a poison, and looking for a way to neutralize it. I've been approaching it like it was a curse that needed to be dispelled." Raven closed her eyes and rubbed her brow as if it ached. "And we've both been hitting our heads against brick walls. Maybe the problem is that it isn't truly a poison and it isn't really a curse, but it's some unusual combination of the two. Science alone can't cure him and neither can a strict paranormal approach. Perhaps, we need to combine our efforts."
"Maybe. Maybe that's it." Iona sighed, turning the screen towards Raven to show the report she'd brought up. "OK, here's what I've got so far. The poison is actually acting as a virus. As such, coming up with a cure is proving to be nearly impossible. I thought I'd come up with a treatment for the symptoms at least, and even that failed to work. I don't even know why; according to all my tests it should work, but it's as if something is preventing the treatment from actually getting into his system." Iona's blue eyes were clouded with worry.
"Maybe something of a non-mundane nature is getting in the way of your treatment." Raven thought for a moment. "I've been doing some research and I think I'm on to something, but it's like I've been missing an ingredient or a component. Maybe your treatment is what I've been missing. I may have a way to carry it into his system."
Swiveling around in her chair, Iona opened the tiny refrigerator and brought out a small jar, a tiny bottle, and an ampoule. "Here," she said, lining the items up on the table in front of them. "I experimented with different ways of getting it into his system too." She pointed at them in order. "Ointment, for application straight onto the wound; potion, for oral ingestion; and the pure thing, for injection straight into his blood stream."
Raven picked up the ampoule. "I'll give the pure form a try first. If we can't make him better, I'd like to at least keep him from getting worse. That book I'm waiting on is supposed to have an account of the only person known to survive being stabbed by an Erinyes dagger. I'm still hoping the answer for a permanent cure will be found there - if we can just keep him going until that book arrives. I'll be making my daily pilgrimage to the shop again today." Raven held up the ampoule. "Thanks for this, I'll let you know if I get any results."
Raven started to leave, then stopped and turned. "I almost forgot. I have a small favor to ask of you." She pulled the music CD out of her purse. "I bought this CD that I'd like loaded onto the mansion sound system, but computers and I don't really get along. Would you mind?"
"Sure, no problem." Iona popped the CD into her lab computer and got the upload started, letting the music stream through the speakers as the software worked. Iona turned the plastic cover in her hands, looking at the front of it. "Irish, huh?" It wasn't really a question; she knew the answer already. But she hoped it would get Raven talking.
"Sort of," Raven answered. "They're from Galicia, it's an area in Spain with Celtic and Gaelic origins, so the music of that region has more in common with Ireland than Spain. Some of their music is based on traditional Galician folk songs, but it's layered with other influences."
"It's pretty," Iona said simply. "Do you know what they're singing?"
Raven pointed to a particular track on the CD case. "Dren said that one is based on a Gaelic poem. To be honest, this is the first I've listened to them. Someone mentioned them while I was out shopping yesterday, and I decided to give in to an impulse."
"Oh. I thought for sure Dren had been the inspiration." There was a slight note of disappointment in her voice, but Raven didn't seem to notice. The current track ended, and Iona swiftly double-clicked on the one that Raven had pointed out.
"Probably more like subliminal influence than inspiration." Raven smiled at Iona. "The frequent exposure may have finally rubbed off on me. Not only has Dren heard of Marco and his band, Róisín Dubh, but he likes them and their music. It's possible I've heard him play them before, but I just wasn't paying attention. I've been far too good at tuning things out, I intend to change that." Raven listened to the music for a bit as it filled the room. "You're right, they're very good. I like it."
"Imagine Dren listening to romantic stuff like this, reading Gaelic poems," Iona tried again. "And at the same time he comes across as being all about the rock music and sci-fi movies. Go figure."
"Johnny made the comment to me not too long ago that Dren has a lot of layers. He's like an onion. You peel one layer away, only to find a new one. I've known him for years, and I'm still seeing layers I never knew were there." Raven paused as she seemed to mull something over in her mind. "It's ironic, Dren thinks of me as being 'the smart one', but I think I could learn a thing or two from him about taking risks." Raven's thoughts drifted again to Pieran, and something he'd said about enjoying life's moments, because you never know when time may catch up with you. She thought about that temple in Egypt that was supposed to be the end of her life, an utterly unfulfilled life. And now she was on the verge of wasting her second chance.
Iona hesitated. Should she tell Raven that Dren thought she was way more than just "the smart one"? But no, it wasn't her confession to make. Besides, Dren would kill her - OK, maybe not kill, but he'd surely do something unpleasant to her if she gave his secret away. And then the opportunity was lost, as Raven spoke up again.
"I've been thinking about what you said before - that the right guy could be standing in front of me, and I'm just too closed off to let myself see that." Raven stared out the window. "Maybe I should take the chance, let him know how I feel. And soon, before I loose my nerve - or my opportunity. But I wouldn't know the first thing about how to let a man know that I'm interested."
Ah, great, an action plan. "Well, there's a number of ways." Iona held up her left thumb. "There's the old-fashioned casting of meaningful glances. Not very efficient nowadays, unfortunately." She unfolded the index finger. "There's the 'hanging-out-with-him-hoping-he'll-suddenly-get-it-on-his-own' approach, which, frankly, never works." Middle finger. "You can try the National Geographic version, wearing the outfits and scents he likes, going to his favorite water hole and running along his favorite tracks." Her ring finger followed. "You could try applying the old adage that the way to a man's heart goes through his stomach. Booze usually does the trick too." Little finger at last. "And then there's that crazy notion of just telling the guy how you feel. In theory, that should work best. But that's just the theory; in reality, I've never met any woman who's actually had the guts to try that one."
Iona scrutinized Raven, clinically, almost coldly. "Now, for you... it might work." She pursed her lips, thinking. "You should try a combo. Invite him to a neutral place where you both feel comfortable - like out on the grounds, for instance. Bring a picnic-basket with a bottle of vino and something yummy to eat."
Raven looked up suddenly, as if struck by a thought. "There was this dessert that Dren and I had when we were in Spain, a Chocolate Truffle with a jelly made with red peppers and raspberries. You wouldn't normally think of red peppers in a dessert, but it gave it a kind of kick that even Dren thought was perfect with the wine we had, and he's not normally a wine drinker. I think I still recall how to make it, and we just happen to have a bottle of the wine in Cornerstone's cellar. It's like the house is trying to give me a hint, or something."
"Perfect, a home-made meal. Wine him, dine him. He should get where this is going by then, so you're not gonna catch him by surprise. And that's the perfect time to just go out and say it - to tell him you're into him. And he'll be thrilled, trust me."
Raven nodded. "I'll do it tonight, before I have a chance to over-think it and back out." Raven studied Iona for a moment before she spoke. "What about you? If 'meaningful glances' and 'hanging-out-with-him-hoping-he'll-suddenly-get-it-on-his-own' have proven ineffective, perhaps you should try a more direct approach yourself."
Iona scoffed. "Me? Nah." A worried look crossed her face. "Hey, you don't think that's why I've been hanging out with Dren, do you? 'Cause there have been no meaningful glances in his direction, I promise. Except in the 'please pass the salt' sense. Don't worry."
Raven looked confused. "Why would you think that I would…" She shook her head rather than finish the sentence. "I'm not jealous of your friendship with Dren. I think it's been good for him. I was talking about Pieran. From my view, you guys have been doing the 'meaningful glances' and 'hanging out' for awhile. Maybe it's time you took the plunge yourself and told him how you feel."
Iona felt like a cold wet blanket had been thrown over her heart. Not a pleasant feeling. "No. You're wrong. I have no feelings." Her voice was oddly dull, truly devoid of any feelings what-so-ever. Then, unintentionally, she added. "I can't have--" She broke off. She hadn't really inteded to open up to Raven, even as little as that. Should she try to explain how she'd intentionally been keeping away from Pieran, and the reason why? How could she, without revealing the rest of her secrets?
But she had come so close to telling it all to Pieran, and now Iona felt the need to confide in someone. Maybe Raven would understand. She took a deep breath, bracing herself, searching for words.