( 003 ) V O I C E.

[romanticism]

[ Let's be honest, "fucked off" is a huge understatement. Oxford is walking and talking, stomping along the corridors of the Tranquility, irritated by how familiar he finds it now. It's a tactical move, of sorts. If he's going to cope with the space induced headache, he's going to do it in the mopey privacy of his own room, and certainly not the locker rooms. ]

It seems that I was under some misguided delusion that perhaps maybe one jaunt in space would be more than enough for one lifetime, but no. Here I am, once again, covered in this obscene blue goo and - even better - this time I have been denied my clothes. This damned heap of futuristic junk has an abominable sense of humour, providing me with nothing but cufflinks, a pair of shoes and, worst of all, a damned tie. The sheer audacity of this set-up simple has no bounds.

[ The stomping stops, just for a moment, emphasising Oxford's little pause for thought. ]

How accessible are the airlocks here? I've a strong temptation to see what an Asprey tie looks like drifting around the vast vacuum of space- [ he stops for a second; the thought of the endless darkness surrounding them at this moment makes his head pound that much harder and a certain nausea bubble in the pit of his stomach ] -ah, in all its royal blue glory.

[ S I G H. ]

Good day to you, Tranquility. How lovely it is to make your acquaintance once again.

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voice;

[wiretap]

[ Now there's a familiar voice. (She's been listening for it ever since it last fell off her radar, not that Aberdeen would ever admit that. ]

Oxford.

voice;

[romanticism]

Aberdeen.

[ A mild note of relief, one born out of the assumption that all of his fellow Order fellows are still here. Aberdeen's is a welcome voice. With some amount of effort, he forces a somewhat sardonic note into his words. ]

Did you miss me?

video;

[unparental]

[ YO SUP OXFORD, JENNA WOULD RECOGNIZE THAT FINE ASS ANYWHERE. ]

Don't bitch, at least you got a vacation. [ she's teasing. ] Look who's back.

video;

[romanticism]

[ Ah, there's someone who'll certainly make him smile, even if for the time being it's relatilvey faint. For Jenna, he hazards switching to video and showing off his rather ruffled and still slightly damp state post-grav couch, holding the comm as steady as he can as he walks. ]

My dear, I think all of us are entitled to bitch at least a little when we wake up looking like this. [ He glances down at himself for a moment, clearly unimpressed. ] Though at least I can say, hand on heart, that it's a pleasure to see you again.

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[consulting]

You're back.

SH

[ A display of Sherlock's stellar emotional capacities. ]

TEXT

[romanticism]

So it would seem.

I hope the absence of my company hasn't stung too much.

[ Though Oxford realises that irony doesn't carry across particularly well in text, the response is natural and he can't be bothered to care at this moment in time. ]

audio;

[unruly]

You? Again? [Though in his complete lack of manners Dean suddenly realizes Oxford should be his new best friend. If he got back home again and now he's back...

He's just never been able to suck up to people who piss him off as much as Oxford does. No dice.]

What're you freakin' kidding me?

audio;

[romanticism]

[ Oh good grief. ]

Don't you ever get tired of being such an endlessly charming ray of sunshine, Winchester?

text;

[puppydogeyes]

Guess the time away didn't fix your priorities.

text;

[romanticism]

Certainly not, as my priorities are in no need of "fixing".

voice;

[jilt]

They must be very lovely cufflinks.

voice;

[romanticism]

[ What a pretty voice. It's the sort that makes Oxford unconsciously straighten his shoulders. ]

They are, I'm happy to admit, but without a shirt they're rather lacking in purpose.

video;

[became]

If you're the type to wear an Asprey, I'm going to trust that was momentary bitterness talking.

[ SAVE THE TIE DON'T DO IT OXFORD. DON'T. ]

video;

[romanticism]

[ ... well then.

Oxford definitely just ran a hand through his hair to try and sort out the drying-goo-induced-tuftiness he is currently developing before switching the video feed on for Neal, yes he did. ]

Bitterness for it's existence in my presence, I'm afraid. Of all the clothing in the world, I loathe ties the most. [ Unless they're usefully tying certain people to lamp posts, that is. ]

[video]

[tarheel]

[welcome back to space, bro. clearly chapel is the best person to be on the welcome wagon.]

Oh, hey, you're back. [c:]

I think your tie is actually considered a priceless cultural artifact at this point, since we're like a thousand years into the future... but, y'know, if you actually do find an airlock, let us know. [for science.

okay, maybe chapel just wants to throw stuff out the metaphorical windows of the spaceship. it's basically science.]

[video]

[romanticism]

[ Well, let's be honest, you're better than Dean, Chapel. ]

So I am. [ He raises a - faintly amused, actually - brow. ] I think you've inflated my tie's ego a great deal! Only here would it be considered anything more than an irritating piece of material. I'll be sure to notify you, though. Throwing things out of airlocks is the sort of thing I imagine would make quite a spectator sport nowadays.

voice.

[swagneto]

I imagine cuff links would go rather well with the jump suit, however.

[ But not really. ]

voice.

[romanticism]

Oh yes, and the suits could most definitely do with a little touch of class, after all.

I'm glad the ship kept that in mind.

voice;

[gothchicklit]

You've seriously been here before?

voice;

[romanticism]

To my endless irritation, yes - and a month's respite isn't enough to leave me wanting more.

voice;

[onsilksheets]

[Oh, now that's a voice.]

I don't believe that I've made your acquaintance yet. [There's a smile in her tone.] On another note, I'm getting sick of having to wear these jumpsuits.

voice;

[romanticism]

I think you might be right. [ He slips effortlessly into his most charming voice. ] John Buchanan, though most know me as Oxford. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[ He laughs, lightly, though it's somewhat mirthless. ] One aspect of the "future" I've never been able to understand is its inability to understand the concept of normal clothing.

[ Video ]

[theblogger]

Oxford?

Jesus Christ, where've you been?

[ Not that you knew one another very well, but John knew who you were and knows he hasn't heard from you since you warned him off of Cambridge's tastebuds. And... Cambridge is gone. ]

[ Video ]

[romanticism]

[ Oxford pulls on a weary smile - it's always a relief to see a familiar, friendly face, even if it doesn't quite fill the void he's currently experiencing. ]

Home, Dr. Watson. Home.

video;

[inspirited]

Again? You've been here before?

video;

[romanticism]

[ It takes him a moment to gather himself to respond, rubbing his eyes and frowning at the feed. He manages to stop himself from asking the obvious - Cambridge? - because he's not an idiot. Her voice is different, her words imply that they've never met, she doesn't- no. It isn't her. He switches to video, his voice a little more worn that he intended for it to sound. ]

I have, yes, and I was here for a few months before being returned back to my own reality, world, dimension - whatever you want to call it.