Liam's Shuttle, Spaceship Parking, Wednesday Morning

[arboreal_priestess]

Liam	The return to consciousness, if indeed it could be called that, was a slow one. But eventually, Liam- or the creature that had been Liam, at any rate, stood, driven by instinct to go find someone, anyone, to satisfy the need for blood that pulsed through him. He stalked forward, only to be stopped in his tracks as he hit the virtual glass barrier. Snarling, he reached out with one hand to swipe at it. It shimmered, but didn't give, no matter how much force he applied to it. That didn't mean he was going to stop applying force to it, though, and that's how anyone would find him if they happened to stop by where the shuttle was parked: snarling, growling, and repeatedly slamming himself into the virtual glass in an effort to get out.
Verity	Fuck. Verity had been hoping - really, really hoping - that Liam's unique DNA would keep this from happening. But no, he looked utterly mindless and violent as he slammed himself against the glass, an expression like she'd never seen on his face. Smart money said to leave him in there until it was over. Fuck smart money. "Liam," Verity said, pressing her palm against the glass.
Liam	A little bit of alien DNA wasn't going to protect Liam this time. These vampires had managed to infect Beaker, of all people, and the jury was out on whether he even had blood to drink in the first place. He stilled for a moment as he registered Verity's presence, but there was no recognition in his eyes as she said his name. And then the moment was over, and he was attacking the barrier with renewed fervor, intent on reaching his target on the other side.
Verity	Verity didn't flinch away from the glass; she'd dealt with werewolves before, a little bit of banging and snarling wouldn't faze her. Even if it was horrifically disconcerting to see on the face of the man she'd just been holding children with. "Liam, can you hear me at all? Anything? Is there anything of you left in there?"
Liam	The answer to that first question was 'yes'. He could hear her. But there wasn't really anything left of what made Liam, Liam. There was just the hunger. It overshadowed everything else. He rammed his shoulder into the virtual glass again, seemingly unfazed by the way it sparked and shimmered and refused to give way.
Verity	"We're going to fix this," she promised, not entirely sure this wasn't a new, hyper-fast, more-aggressive version of the lycanthropy-w virus. "We're gonna go figure out how to stop this and I'm going to personally introduce the asshole who did this to you to each of my knives. Alphabetically." This Liam couldn't appreciate that threat, but she was hoping there was a Liam somewhere, way down deep, who could.
Liam	If- when- they fixed this? He absolutely would appreciate that threat. For now, though, driven by a hunger he couldn't sate, he continued to do his level best to escape the prison he'd found himself in. Unfortunately for him, all he was actually accomplishing was probably a dislocated shoulder.
Verity	Verity couldn't exactly feel bad about that. Anything to slow him down. She'd actually brought food for him, just in case, but looking at him now, there was no way she was going to open the door to offer it. A few days of hunger - and that's all it would be, a few days, she had to believe that - wouldn't kill him. "Liam, for the love of God..." She shook her head. Nothing she was saying was getting through at this point. It made no sense to keep doing this. It was like throwing herself against the virtual glass.
Liam	If it was any consolation, the food she'd brought wouldn't have done anything to stave off the hunger he was feeling anyhow. So he'd just be here. Slamming himself against the energy barrier in a futile attempt at escape.

[ooc: preplayed with the always-delightful firstofitskind.]