( 09 ) video ♧ there must be some way out of here said the joker to the thief
[ 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. )

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