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ataraxion2013-03-01 09:02 pm
unparental) wrote in ataraxion2013-03-01 09:02 pm
( 14 ) video ✶ into the water let it pull him under don’t you lift him let him drown alive
[ the feed opens on two pairs of feet; one large, one smaller. then jenna's voice comes through. ]
Tell you what. I'm going to leave you here, with this broadcasting-- [ the shot jerks a little, exposing an empty and spotless kitchen. ] and that way you can have something to talk to while I try and figure out where we are right now. I'll be back in a flash, you've seen how fast I can move now, and you know I'll hear you. Okay?
[ not waiting for an answer, jenna presses her comm into desmond’s hand and brings it up a little, so his chest is in frame, squeezing his shoulder with her other hand. ] I'll be right back, I promise.
Right. [Desmond sounds... Well shellshocked and crazy pretty much covers it. You can hear him swallow in that sort of pained, half-panting way, like he's out of breath and can't quite manage to calm himself down.] Assuming anyone's still out there, yeah? [He might be talking to Jenna, but she’s already gone. The comm shifts violently, flashing to Desmond’s face for only a half second (long enough to see he has both eyes and doesn't seem to be missing anything vital) and then to the ceiling and then back to the floor.] I don't understand what more it wants from me. Three bloody years of my life, pushing a damned button wasn't enough. I've been to the heart. I saw the light again. It was supposed to put me back. It was supposed to- [The camera swings by so fast you can easily tell that Desmond was gearing up to smash it against the nearest wall before-]
--whoa whoa, hey. Hey, it's okay. It's okay, I'm right here. Des? Desmond? [ she crouches down, taking the comm back into her own hands and setting it on the counter, where it films the tops of their heads for the moment. ] We're fine, look. We're even back in the main part of the ship, so that trek back is cancelled. I'm--
[ she pauses, hand reaching up into the picture again as she reaches for the comm, setting in on her upraised knees so it's more or less centered on the two of them, looking a whole lot worse for the wear. ]
If someone could prove big brother is always watching and figure out what floor we're on for me, that would be great. Who needs civil liberties, anyway? --don't get any extra ideas, Nathan. [ there's a tinge of forced, unnatural cheer to her tone, and her gaze darts over to desmond every few moments as if she needs to make sure he's there and fine. ] And maybe whoever pulls rescue duty, bring him something with a lot of sugar in it? That would be great.
[Desmond rubs his face, weary.] Someone tell Tyke I found what I was lookin' for, yeah? It's all true.
[ she inhales, about to add something else; then she shakes her head, lips pressed together in a tired line and jabs the off button. ]
( ooc | they're on floor thirty eight, where they were dumped after being rescued by ward from some Seriously Bad Metaplot Shit. colors for ease: jenna and desmond. )
Tell you what. I'm going to leave you here, with this broadcasting-- [ the shot jerks a little, exposing an empty and spotless kitchen. ] and that way you can have something to talk to while I try and figure out where we are right now. I'll be back in a flash, you've seen how fast I can move now, and you know I'll hear you. Okay?
[ not waiting for an answer, jenna presses her comm into desmond’s hand and brings it up a little, so his chest is in frame, squeezing his shoulder with her other hand. ] I'll be right back, I promise.
Right. [Desmond sounds... Well shellshocked and crazy pretty much covers it. You can hear him swallow in that sort of pained, half-panting way, like he's out of breath and can't quite manage to calm himself down.] Assuming anyone's still out there, yeah? [He might be talking to Jenna, but she’s already gone. The comm shifts violently, flashing to Desmond’s face for only a half second (long enough to see he has both eyes and doesn't seem to be missing anything vital) and then to the ceiling and then back to the floor.] I don't understand what more it wants from me. Three bloody years of my life, pushing a damned button wasn't enough. I've been to the heart. I saw the light again. It was supposed to put me back. It was supposed to- [The camera swings by so fast you can easily tell that Desmond was gearing up to smash it against the nearest wall before-]
--whoa whoa, hey. Hey, it's okay. It's okay, I'm right here. Des? Desmond? [ she crouches down, taking the comm back into her own hands and setting it on the counter, where it films the tops of their heads for the moment. ] We're fine, look. We're even back in the main part of the ship, so that trek back is cancelled. I'm--
[ she pauses, hand reaching up into the picture again as she reaches for the comm, setting in on her upraised knees so it's more or less centered on the two of them, looking a whole lot worse for the wear. ]
If someone could prove big brother is always watching and figure out what floor we're on for me, that would be great. Who needs civil liberties, anyway? --don't get any extra ideas, Nathan. [ there's a tinge of forced, unnatural cheer to her tone, and her gaze darts over to desmond every few moments as if she needs to make sure he's there and fine. ] And maybe whoever pulls rescue duty, bring him something with a lot of sugar in it? That would be great.
[Desmond rubs his face, weary.] Someone tell Tyke I found what I was lookin' for, yeah? It's all true.
[ she inhales, about to add something else; then she shakes her head, lips pressed together in a tired line and jabs the off button. ]
( ooc | they're on floor thirty eight, where they were dumped after being rescued by ward from some Seriously Bad Metaplot Shit. colors for ease: jenna and desmond. )
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If he...can walk. [ somewhere in there is a hidden, are we supporting a crazy scot on our way down too many floors? ]
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[ tired and strung out but still sassy, okay. forever gives a woman a lot of time to think. ]
That's... I'll carry him, if I have to.
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[ the sad thing is how true that is right now. god you two are gross. ]
We both will. And potentially the ragtag team will help. Vampire or not, I'm not— you both need help.
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[ nope, that's all she's got. ]
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[ simple shit okay. ]
Be up there as soon as I can.
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I'm here now. Last I checked you don't get forever without me tagging along.
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[ quiet, there, like she's trying to avoid something hearing her. ]
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We'll talk about it later, Jenna. Okay?
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...I love you.
[ and click on this thread. ]
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I'm definitely looking for one, especially one like you who I can trust. You should up more floors than I am right now anyway. Go. I'll grab something else before I head up there.
[ because no man he's not going up there unarmed the end. ]
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Give me a minute to polish up my armor, and I'll head up.
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[ because lbr because this is a clusterfuck and i'm confused a tad bit about the timing of shit in this, WE'RE GOING TO PRETEND RIC HASN'T HAD JENNA GO TYKE + YOU, TELL STEFAN TO STAND DOWN.
but whatever, sneaking is legit today. ]
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[ I'M OKAY WITH IT. ]
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[ AND THIS IS WHY YOU'RE MY FAVORITE. ]
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[ AT WHICH POINT HE HANGS UP AND TYKE PROBABLY TEXTS HIM TO TELL HIM TO SIT BACK DOWN. ]