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ataraxion2014-08-23 11:51 am
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[ Mr. John 'The Sickbay is Too Good For Me' Sheppard had been fighting the symptoms of illness valiantly ever since they'd begun. Now - frankly - he looks like shit. His eyes are hollowed out, his wrists are ragged with cuts, and sweat is clinging to every visible part of him. Oh, and he's still incredibly blue.
But that is not why he's posting to the network. That, in fact, would be because he just ripped his comms device off his belt an flung it at the closed door he's having a fight with. The communicator bounces off the wall and lands with a view of the dark stairwell above him, and viewers are subjected to the sound of him yelling and beating at the door with his fists, something which occasionally includes him backing across the frame and throwing himself with superhuman strength at the closed doors.
Which don't budge an inch.
After a moment he backs off, glowering with gold eyes at the closed door, before the recording light from the floor catches his attention, and he scoops up the device. He sits back on the second step behind him. ]
This is John Sheppard reporting for TCGFM news: I am officially done. Done. This ship can eat me. I'm not going round again. I'm not doing it. [ He swipes sweat off his scaled forehead, and enunciates: ] I am staying right here until whatever malicious, corridor switching, version of Doom Satan it is runs this place unlocks this door. You hear me? I'm done!
[ He pressed his fist into the center of his forehead briefly, then spoke again, and now most of the loathing had soaked out of his voice. ] Okay, so I've got time to burn. Let's talk sandwich fillings. Subway - remember Subway? - you can order anything, let's hear it.
But that is not why he's posting to the network. That, in fact, would be because he just ripped his comms device off his belt an flung it at the closed door he's having a fight with. The communicator bounces off the wall and lands with a view of the dark stairwell above him, and viewers are subjected to the sound of him yelling and beating at the door with his fists, something which occasionally includes him backing across the frame and throwing himself with superhuman strength at the closed doors.
Which don't budge an inch.
After a moment he backs off, glowering with gold eyes at the closed door, before the recording light from the floor catches his attention, and he scoops up the device. He sits back on the second step behind him. ]
This is John Sheppard reporting for TCGFM news: I am officially done. Done. This ship can eat me. I'm not going round again. I'm not doing it. [ He swipes sweat off his scaled forehead, and enunciates: ] I am staying right here until whatever malicious, corridor switching, version of Doom Satan it is runs this place unlocks this door. You hear me? I'm done!
[ He pressed his fist into the center of his forehead briefly, then spoke again, and now most of the loathing had soaked out of his voice. ] Okay, so I've got time to burn. Let's talk sandwich fillings. Subway - remember Subway? - you can order anything, let's hear it.

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Where are you?
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Staircase between medical and the shuttlebay. Long way down, not a whole lot of exits, otherwise I'd hike back up a floor and take the elevator.
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[She's also already up and moving like she's coming to try and get him.]
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that's a joke btw
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all anon;
yesyes good
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What's the T-C-G-F-M stand for, then?
[he's ignoring your subway starter question, john, isn't that some sort of american fast food joint or something?]
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Oh don't worry about me, I've heard much worse at me job, haven't I? Soldiers tend to have a bit of a mouth on them.
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Egg and cress-
No, no! Oh, oh, bacon and brie, all melty and lovely!
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What's Subway?
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[ Wow kid he feels bad talking about food when you look like a feather might knock you over. ]
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[Everything that isn't rock hard bread is fancy to him]
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[Because one kind of Satan isn't enough.]
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