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[thereneverwas]

WHO: Barrow and Wysteria
WHAT: doing drugs for science
WHEN: gestures vaguely
WHERE: the Gallows, probably Barrow's room
NOTES: needles/injection, addiction and chemical habit discussion

Although the oversight would have been welcome, there's something about shooting up lyrium in front of an unwitting audience that still (remarkably) does not appeal to Barrow, so he's suggested for Wysteria to meet him in his chamber instead.
He'll open the door to admit her, gesture her to a chair he's set out, and then take a seat on the end of his bed, careful to avoid the oblivious ball of ginger fur that is one of his cats sleeping in the center.

"All right," he sighs, "tell me what you want to know."

Comments

sorry for how late this is!!

[heirring]

Wysteria has swept into the room with her usual casual sense of absolutely chaos: the chatelaine at her waist clinking at clanking, skirts all a-swirl, and various papers threatening to spill out from under her arm if she doesn't remand then quickly enough into her lap.

Suffice to say, she doesn't require a second invitation to take advantage of the offered chair. Nor does she need additional promoting before launching into an answer for him:

"I would like to know the way in which a proper dose of lyrium is calculated, and what considerations one ought to keep in mind when devising the measurements. Is the dose always the same, or has to increased the longer you've been—or were in, I suppose—the Order. Are the intervals at which you take it regular? What are the signs of having ingested too much, or not enough? And of course I should like to look at and take down a list of all your tools and see how the stuff is administered."

Simple enough, yes?

Ominously, however, Wysteria takes a further short inhale. That sound has so often preceded a long and complicated monologue—

"Thank you, by the way. I'm grateful for the assistance."