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ataraxion2014-05-25 10:22 pm
born_this_wayne) wrote in ataraxion2014-05-25 10:22 pm
001 -- voice;
--ill you stop that? You're all about discipline, right? How about you focus and keep your fingernails away from your back? You've just about made the raw skin bleed again... man, those stitches need off, don't they?
[the voice post opens abruptly with an interjection from a voice that some people might recognize as one of the newest comms specialists on the ship, so that this might almost appear to be some kind of accidental recording, before a second voice, far less familiar (except to maybe, like, two or three people-- i'm looking at you bran) answers in something akin to a snarl.]
Don't lecture me, you're not my father.
[which is pretty much the most juvenile thing damian could have said, but give him a break okay, the increased sensory thing was already playing havoc on his hyper-vigilance and then his stitches decided to start itching like mad.
he continues after a moment though, tone a little more measured, in the way that gritting your teeth can be considered measured.]
I am perfectly aware they need to come out, which is precisely why i turned this [probably a gesture at the communicator, but since this is voice, nobody gets to see it] on. So would you shut up for two minutes so I can find someone to take care of this, or would you prefer to cut them out yourself?
[audible face palming can be heard over the connection before the first voice cuts in with a little more purposeful direction this time.]
Guys, and ladies, we really need somebody with good medical knowledge for follow-up of extensive surgery. Familiarity with Tranquility's medical resources is a plus. Any takers?
[and then once more from the sullen child in the corner:] Somebody who understands the meaning of discretion.
Sure. But I'd still prefer not seeing that get infected or anything. So medical skills still higher priority.
[today's network post is brought to you by the letter 'd'. for dick and damian are dumb.]
((ooc: red is dick, green is damian, both will probably answer!))
[the voice post opens abruptly with an interjection from a voice that some people might recognize as one of the newest comms specialists on the ship, so that this might almost appear to be some kind of accidental recording, before a second voice, far less familiar (except to maybe, like, two or three people-- i'm looking at you bran) answers in something akin to a snarl.]
Don't lecture me, you're not my father.
[which is pretty much the most juvenile thing damian could have said, but give him a break okay, the increased sensory thing was already playing havoc on his hyper-vigilance and then his stitches decided to start itching like mad.
he continues after a moment though, tone a little more measured, in the way that gritting your teeth can be considered measured.]
I am perfectly aware they need to come out, which is precisely why i turned this [probably a gesture at the communicator, but since this is voice, nobody gets to see it] on. So would you shut up for two minutes so I can find someone to take care of this, or would you prefer to cut them out yourself?
[audible face palming can be heard over the connection before the first voice cuts in with a little more purposeful direction this time.]
Guys, and ladies, we really need somebody with good medical knowledge for follow-up of extensive surgery. Familiarity with Tranquility's medical resources is a plus. Any takers?
[and then once more from the sullen child in the corner:] Somebody who understands the meaning of discretion.
Sure. But I'd still prefer not seeing that get infected or anything. So medical skills still higher priority.
[today's network post is brought to you by the letter 'd'. for dick and damian are dumb.]
((ooc: red is dick, green is damian, both will probably answer!))
voice; 75% encryption
[ Dick's genuine confusion was genuine. Sorry, he had a lot to catch up with, when it came to, ah, sibling rivalry. ]
And you'd try. How would you even know if we'd stay where you left us, when it'd take you so long to get from one to the other, anyway?
voice; 75% encryption
voice; 75% encryption
[ ... no, he's not going to say 'an ass,' but even he thinks it. ]
[ He sighs, though, and rubs his face, almost audible over the device. ]
Sorry. The 'favorites' thing probably wasn't nice on you at all. Or... the rest, either.