OLIVIA DUNHAM @cortexxiphan-blog - Tumblr Blog

ladybelowdeck:

“Well… we did reconfigure an incredibly specific ‘n sensitive microscope tae do scientifically unholy things, so’m not quite sure what ya expected–”

“I’m not sure what I was expecting either. Just not --”

A neat gesture encompasses the mess of wires and parts on the table in front of her, the bits and pieces hooked up where they shouldn’t be, the sprawling tangle of cable.

“ -- this.” Something in particular catches her eye.

“Is that a toaster oven?”

#ladybelowdeck #what's goin' on #idk we'll find out #CASE_ID://fringe science

[ my theme is super fucked and i need to fix it but first sleep ]

#ooc

@realityscarred ( nick ) ---- [ from ]

She fixes her eyes on him steadily for a moment before she lets out a breath of laughter and her gaze drops away. Hand brushes hair back from forehead, stays pressed there for a moment as though to centre herself, anchor her thoughts. She shakes her head as she leans back in her chair, and when her gaze settles on him again, it’s with a shrug of one shoulder -- dismissive, but light-hearted.

“I tend to find with this job, the best way to clear my head is to solve the case.” A wry smile. “I’m not so good at... switching off.”

She tips her head, fails to bite back her sigh. “I’m just -- frustrated. It’s like the answer to every question is three more questions. I don’t even know which one to pursue any more.”

#realityscarred #CASE_ID://fringe science #yells #i hear you and i'm running with it because can we talk about #olivia slowly beginning to trust nick #to find this feeling of familiarity?#yells some more.#CORTEXIKIDS GOTTA STICK TOGETHER

@ladybelowdeck

“ --- I’m not sure I even want to ask.”

#ladybelowdeck #HEY A THING #CASE_ID://fringe science

@fcrrous ( mudman )

“ You’re not gonna get to where you want to sweetheart, not with that attitude. ” And not without him. His eyes are fixed, they follow with that shine of amusement that seems magnified by the glow of the moon. Trouble, that’s what he is — that’s what he knows to be. To them at least. Ah, first impressions. Perhaps he’s being a little too forward.

“ Might as well drop your shield, waste of energy if you ask me. ” He says with a shrug, stretches to get comfortable and plays with what seems like a key in his hand. The cool silver cylinder rolls and follows the motions, the curve and dip of fingers and suggestion that comes with a press and push as it dances up and under knuckles. “ And drop the weapon too. ”

He speaks as if he’s in no danger, as if in this situation, he’s the one in control; something casual in the pace of words and the way they’re smooth as they leave his tongue. There’s even a smile there too, as he glances at the weapon she reaches for. “ Believe it or not, I’m not a hostile force. ”

Unless of course, it’s necessary. But so far? That hasn’t been the case.

He is. He’s talking to her.

She’s definitely shielded. He’s definitely a mudman. None of this should be possible. There’s a voice in her ear telling her get out of there Olivia, now!, and maybe it’s Hardison or maybe it’s Broyles, or maybe it’s just her own subconscious. The wild adrenaline pumping through her veins distorts it so she’s not quite sure.

Either way, she reaches up and shuts off her earpiece.

She has to know. She has to find out. Her determination for the truth has got her in trouble before. But that’s never stopped her. Broyles can yell all he wants -- can threaten to stick her on traffic, to take her acorns -- but the truth is important.

Especially if it could spell the end of the People for good.

She takes a breath, and drops her shield. She feels oddly naked without it; vulnerable and exposed. Her fingers don’t leave the blaster at her belt, though she hasn’t drawn it yet.

“Humans are always a hostile force,” she says, and she’s relieved to hear no tremble in her own voice. No doubt by now there’s a squad on their way. Time stop. Mind wipe. The end. But she has to find out how the boy knows about them, how he can see through her shield with apparent ease. What's the point of mind wiping him if he'll just learn about them over and over again? “You don’t know any other way to be.”

A beat, and she wonders -- belatedly -- if he’s alone.

“How did you ----?”

#fcrrous #CASE_ID://lower elements

(mudman):

“ — you’ll have to forgive me, ” and though there’s a lean, there is no tip of the sunglasses that sit perfect on the bridge of his nose. confidence is key here; and arrogance that extra skip and jump into territory Tony knows all too well will get him into a spot of trouble. Calm, he hears his bodyguard’s words in his head — the start of a mantra he’s now remembered. “ I’m American. ”

// @cortexxiphan

If there’s one thing she’s not expecting, it’s for the mudman to speak.

There’s no reason, after all: as far as he’s concerned, he’s the only one here. Olivia’s shielded, wary even before she’d known he was here. And after she’d found out, well -- ideally she would have left, not even risked being here, in such close proximity.

But the missing beacon’s signal is here. X marks the spot, at least metaphorically speaking, even if their resident technician considered it too cliche to use an X on her visor display. Instead, it’s a pulsing dot, showing her exactly where their missing equipment should be.

Convenient, in theory, except there’s a mudman sat right where she needs to get to. Sat, staring right at her. As though he can see her. She doesn’t say a thing. It wouldn’t be the first time a fairy had been caught out by a mudman talking on the phone, or even to themselves. No need to create a situation.

Instead -- slowly, cautiously, with her fingers hovering by the blaster at her belt -- she deliberately sidesteps, watching his eyes as best as she can through the mirrored sunglasses.

#CASE_ID://lower elements #fcrrous #you're not following me you slag #i'm mortally offended