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ataraxion N E T W O R K . - October 30th, 2012
30 October 2012 @ 01:29 am
30 October 2012 @ 12:11 pm
I can't just sit idly by at a time like this...
[A sigh as the spikey-haired lawyer pops up on the feed, frustrated and a little beleaguered.]
Is there anything I can do to help the people working right now? I don't want to just twiddle my thumbs when others are hard at work. I know my skillset isn't really helpful here, but even if it's just little things, I'll work hard at it if it means it'll make a difference!
Someone, please get back to me about this as soon as you possibly can. Thank you.
[Feed cut.]
[A sigh as the spikey-haired lawyer pops up on the feed, frustrated and a little beleaguered.]
Is there anything I can do to help the people working right now? I don't want to just twiddle my thumbs when others are hard at work. I know my skillset isn't really helpful here, but even if it's just little things, I'll work hard at it if it means it'll make a difference!
Someone, please get back to me about this as soon as you possibly can. Thank you.
[Feed cut.]
30 October 2012 @ 12:31 pm
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apparently going on an adventure to the bridge. orders are as followed, bruce, stay with betty and pepper and everyone else who's "important", but mainly those two. natasha, be you. i legitimately have not seen you other than like one flash of hair. don't die. :( clint, don't listen to kirk, please and thank you. need your eyes more than he does. ping me and everyone else if something else happens, especially cambridge doing something really dumb. and steve, just keep the panic down i guess? whatever. not my area of expertise.
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apparently going on an adventure to the bridge. orders are as followed, bruce, stay with betty and pepper and everyone else who's "important", but mainly those two. natasha, be you. i legitimately have not seen you other than like one flash of hair. don't die. :( clint, don't listen to kirk, please and thank you. need your eyes more than he does. ping me and everyone else if something else happens, especially cambridge doing something really dumb. and steve, just keep the panic down i guess? whatever. not my area of expertise.
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group-filter; user-def_tony's science hipsters
keep in touch. no, really. keep in touch because i'd like you all to live and i saw how chapel had on four sweaters, lovely fashion statement btw. what are you even doing in there still? whatever. stay safe, i'm going on an adventure to the bridge with spock and jack and the guys who sure don't have names. blah. LET'S HOPE I DON'T DIE. tell me if anything comes up.
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i'll be back. promise. stay warm and remember i don't really have anyone but you.
30 October 2012 @ 11:39 pm
[ the feed opens on a shot of neal's thigh, swaddled in what looks like an armada of sheets, his sherlock's left-behind coat crumpled behind him, buffering the cold of the wall. then it slowly, jerkily moves up until everyone can get a lovely partial view up his nose.
for a normally well-groomed man, he looks fairly different from the usual-- dude's tore up from the floor up. he's also stripped down to a white undershirt despite what are pretty obvious signs of hypothermia, his hair matted and sweaty and with a month's worth of beard covering his face. he's staring at the wall beyond the communicator with rapt fascination, eyes wide and glazed.
after a long moment, he shrugs one shoulder in a jerky, awkward looking move and looks down, engaging in the world again with a shift that takes a moment. ]
Our smiling friend's not feeling chatty anymore, I don't think. Your loss-- we really bonded out there. Great conversationalist for a guy with no voice, that one.
[ his gaze drifts back to the wall, like he's forgotten he's talking to anyone else. ]
I still think there's merit to discussing the economic allegories potentially implied by the Wizard of Oz-- and don't start in on intent versus interpretation, death of the author is a valid concept even if you won't admit it. No more of the drawings, I'm tired of rabbits. Not even the Warholian ones.
[ he chuckles, hums a few bars and then murmurs to himself, smile tilting blank and frightened for a moment. ] Seventy-three men sailed up from the San Francisco Bay.
[ and now back to the communicator, with the first sign of any lucidity he's displayed yet: ]
I think I could use some help.
( ooc | SO NEAL IS BACKfrom outer space. in-game it's early o'clock the morning of the thirty first. his walkabout went horrible and smiley took him on a little tour of the ship; he's suffering from moderate heading to severe hypothermia and dehydration with a nice dose of needs a damn sandwhich for good measure, so no straight answers on what's happened just yet.
irene adler v bbc is taking him to medbay where it's open season for action; otherwise anything network goes. )
for a normally well-groomed man, he looks fairly different from the usual-- dude's tore up from the floor up. he's also stripped down to a white undershirt despite what are pretty obvious signs of hypothermia, his hair matted and sweaty and with a month's worth of beard covering his face. he's staring at the wall beyond the communicator with rapt fascination, eyes wide and glazed.
after a long moment, he shrugs one shoulder in a jerky, awkward looking move and looks down, engaging in the world again with a shift that takes a moment. ]
Our smiling friend's not feeling chatty anymore, I don't think. Your loss-- we really bonded out there. Great conversationalist for a guy with no voice, that one.
[ his gaze drifts back to the wall, like he's forgotten he's talking to anyone else. ]
I still think there's merit to discussing the economic allegories potentially implied by the Wizard of Oz-- and don't start in on intent versus interpretation, death of the author is a valid concept even if you won't admit it. No more of the drawings, I'm tired of rabbits. Not even the Warholian ones.
[ he chuckles, hums a few bars and then murmurs to himself, smile tilting blank and frightened for a moment. ] Seventy-three men sailed up from the San Francisco Bay.
[ and now back to the communicator, with the first sign of any lucidity he's displayed yet: ]
I think I could use some help.
( ooc | SO NEAL IS BACK
irene adler v bbc is taking him to medbay where it's open season for action; otherwise anything network goes. )