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“Can you do me a solid and pretend to be my family for a few minutes, so I can get a bigger tent?”
Tell ‘em you need extra room for your imaginary AI friend. I’m sure that’ll help.
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terminus.
tonyystrks:
“Can you do me a solid and pretend to be my family for a few minutes, so I can get a bigger tent?”
Tell ‘em you need extra room for your imaginary AI friend. I’m sure that’ll help.
aftershock. | terminus | s.past
onceandfxture:
Arthur closed his eyes, as his heart thundered in his chest. Falling back on the old breathing exercises he had used back in two, Arthur focused on breathing in and out as evenly as he could - as he waited for Pilgrim to be brought out of the makeshift treatment room. Feeling a sharp twinge in his own ribs, Arthur ignored it, as he tried not to think of the moment he had witnessed the young dog becoming trapped under a piece of debris. So many others had lost more than he had - and yet here he was, in a semi-panicked state over the well being of his dog. He had heard that not everyone had made it through the portkeys. Pietro, Kol, Finnick and Dylan were missing - and for now, presumed lost. Seeing the heartbreak in Annie’s face as the last portkey arrived without Finnick had been painful, as had the moments silence that had followed. But then the world caught up, and Arthur had brought Pilgrim here - to the makeshift medical facility - after ensuring the young witch he had aided was safely under another’s care. So focused, was Arthur on his breathing and not allowing his panic to get the better of him (he didn’t have Pilgrim this time to help him through the attack); that the Knight was caught by surprise when a hand landed on his shoulder - causing him to visibly flinch. “S-Sorry,” Arthur said, as he opened his eyes to greet the other. “I’m sorry.”
Leo’s heart had begun lurching in his chest, uneven and painful, and aside from all of the other disasters that had crashed down on their heads, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. Years of experience in emergency trauma had taught him how to keep, if not calm, then at least breathing steadily to avoid exactly such a reaction, so he was puzzled -- but when he saw Arthur’s shoulder’s shaking, and watched as his ribs hitched with uneven breath, he wondered if he hadn’t caught onto what was happening.
“Nothin’ to apologize for,” he said. His hand tightened slightly on Arthur’s shoulder, more gentle than the gruff tone that came from his mouth. “Can you do me a favor an’ hold your breath for a count of five. . .there you go. . . and let it out.” He knew Arthur knew the breathing techniques. . .had, in fact, helped him learn them once upon a hell of a long time ago. Sometimes reminders were necessary, particularly when a panic attack looked like it was barreling down the way. He waited until the tremors under his hand lessened, at least, before letting it fall from Arthur’s shoulder. “You waitin’ to hear about Pilgrim?”
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“I always assumed he’d be–” “–a Vodka guy, exactly.”
#I WANT THE DELETED SCENE OF BONES SPYING CHEKOV PUTTING THE BOTTLE IN THE LOCKER BEFORE THEY LEFT ON THEIR 5 YEAR MISSION #I WANT TO SEE BONES FIRST TRY TO GET THE COMBINATION OUT OF CHEKOV WHEN HE’S DRUNK #THEN I WANT BONES AND THE BROKEN LEG OF A MEDICAL CART TRYING TO JIMMY THE LOCK #BREAKING THE LOCKER DOOR VERY VERY CLEARLY #THEN GRABBING THE BOTTLE #SHUTTING THE DOOR OVER EVEN THOUGH IT’S OFF A HINGE #AND DENTED #AND WALKING AWAY LIKE HE DID NOTHING #AND TELLING SOMEONE WHO SAW EVERYTHING THEY SHOULD ‘GET THAT FIXED’
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“But I needed too much help,” he reasoned. “The only reason I’m still alive is because of other people. And I’m not ungrateful, nyet, but I vant to be able to save myself too. And maybe return favor.”
“Okay,” Leo replied slowly after a beat of silence. He still doubted, seriously, that anyone would think Pavel owed some kind of heroics. Still. “Guess I can’t fault a man for thinkin’ that way. My advice, since you didn’t ask, would be to start small.” He shrugged. “Do what you’ve been doing, with the tech help, an’ once in a while save someone from gettin’ scolded to death by helping ‘em eat their lunch.”
oct 29 | communication
Arthur frowned, as he shook his head. “It hasn’t been so bad that we’ve not been able to at least make some form of connection. Pavel did say these things are old, but they’ve been reliable.” Arthur replied with a slight shrug, as he looked up from his still black screen to where Leonard had taken up his own tablet. He’d been trying to check on Amelia’s condition now Scott was up and about again after the administering of the cure - but with failed attempts. “Any luck?”
“Damned piece of junk,” Leo muttered as his own tablet beeped at him once and refused to turn connect. Only imagining Pavel’s wince kept him from throwing the thing. He settled for knocking his knuckle against the screen, and then raised his eyes from it to look at Arthur. “No. Then again these things an’ I don’t always get along so well.”
“Depends on how you define ‘inhabitable’, but, essentially, yes.” He hadn’t made the mess any worse since their last discussion, but he hadn’t exactly made it any better either. Besides, he had distinctly bigger concerns at this point - but he forced himself to go and unlock the office door all the same. Taking Arthur’s advice had seemed like a good idea five minutes ago, but now it seemed distinctly less so.
Leo passed a cursory glance around their shared office as he entered, snorted quietly at the chaos, but otherwise didn’t comment. He snagged his chair from his desk and sank into it gratefully, stretching both legs out underneath the desk. “Shoot.”
“I believe z’his is referred to as irony, yes?” She wasn’t entirely sure, but that sounded correct. Her eyeline followed Leo’s gesturing hands, and Wanda nodded. “Alright, I will not. Would you be interested?”
“Me?” Leo sat back in his chair a little, amused. “Doubtful. No time for it, for one thing.”
“Says the one who’s hearing will soon fail him due to his old age,” Kol quipped with a tilt of his head, expression smug as ever. “Melissa and I are actually rather good friends. Much better than you and I, for that matter. So why would I bother to converse with you when I can just ask somebody I don’t detest?”
Leo shook his head. “I never thought these words’d pass my lips, but you’re right. So long as you’re not tryin’ to scare the living daylights out of her with that mug of yours, I suppose that’s a better solution. Then we don’t have to have this conversation ever again. Win-Win.”
“Ah, Dr McCoy, yes, well done - I need to give you your files back. And I need to speak to you. Preferably not in the middle of the medical wing.”
“Speak with me about what? --All right, all right, not here.” Leo shrugged. “Office open an’ inhabitable?”
Pavel’s gaze drifted to the ground beneath his feet, avoiding the doctor’s stare. Instead of answering vocally he simply gave a shrug, then bit into the sandwich slice he had been holding on to.
Leo watched Pavel avoid his eyes, tapping his fingers absently on top of his desk. “Shruggin’ doesn’t tell me much,” he said. His tone came out more gruff than he'd meant; he cleared his throat and tried again. "Everybody needs help, time to time. Doesn’t make ‘em a liability, kid.”
“Maybe. But I’m more of a mommy issues kinda’ guy, my dad split when I was like — six,” he shrugged, unusually honest. “Why, scared I’m gonna’ catch somethin’? It’s kinda’ fascinating, isn’t it? All that blood, coming from creatures who’re supposed to heal. Musta’ been some pretty messed up bacteria.” As for being alone, Tate didn’t have an answer to that. He’d probably go bug the twins soon.
“Well, don’t.”
Leo hadn’t heard of -- or ever considered -- the virus as ‘fascinating’. He squinted at the strange young man. “If you want to call it that. We’re still not sure what’s keepin’ the healing factors from kicking in. Somethin’ about the pathogens constantly shifting.”
Arthur swallowed, as his fingers began to tap the edges of the tablet screen. Thinking for a moment, he took in his brother’s schooled features before replying in the same careful tones. “I-I’m tired of - being afraid, Leonard. Tomas and Dorian - they’re still in here,” he pointed to his temple. “I can still feel their compulsions as strongly as if they had only just been placed. And, that will never fully leave - Alana’s said as much.” He smiled humourlessly. “I can’t even look at that sword without feeling like I want to be physically sick or… well, you remember.” the blood, the now white scars. “But I have to try. Merlin was right when he said I couldn’t just give it up - but, to do that, to reclaim what was lost. I have to first confront the demon’s behind it.”
“You don’t need to worry. I’m alright.” Arthur assured with a weak smile. Biting his lower lip, the knight tilted his head slightly. “I believe my humor may have suffered however. Gwaine’s made it mission to improve my jokes - he’s failed spectacularly, apparently.” Arthur shifted, before offering the doctor a small smirk upon remembering his brother’s reaction to his comment about Katherine. “So, how damaged are your eardrums?”
Leo exhaled a slow breath, but not slow enough that Arthur would miss it over the communicator. He rubbed his hands over his eyes. You don’t need to worry about me. Sure. “Not needin’ to doesn’t exactly make a difference,” he pointed out wryly as he let his hand fall. “I’m gonna worry. But I think you’re making a good call, tryin’ to work through all of this. Anything I can do to help?”
“This is exactly why I came back to life,” he said, his expression serious despite his joking. “Thanks, I know.” Dean gave the doctor a smug smile. “I’ll keep it as Plan B, if hunting falls through.” Joking aside, he was almost positive he’d done something of the sort whilst drunk at some bar’s open mic night.
He couldn’t explain how he knew, but despite him asking, he was already sure Kat was okay. Somewhat subconsciously though, Dean lifted a hand and tucked some hair behind his ear at the comment, grumbling his reply. “Don’t know why I can’t just cut it off. I had to tie it into a bun during trainin’ yesterday. A bun,” he repeated, looking incredulous. At the reply about the twins, he smiled, his laugh sounding more like a huff. “Cute. Either one as grumpy as you yet, or were they blessed with their mom’s genes?”
“A bun,” Leo repeated, deadpan. “Well, look at you, puttin’ on Capitol airs. Next thing you know you’ll change your name an’ wear a smug expression. . .oh, hang on.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. Sooner or later you’ll be out of there an’ back to your own self.” Leo raised his eyebrows towards the continued teasing about his family. It was good-natured, he knew; Dean was close enough to Katherine -- and, he supposed, himself -- to actually know the twins, and to care about their welfare. “I would worry about how much shit you’re givin’ me about my kids. You’re about to get stuck with babysittin’ duty if you don’t shut it.”
oct 29 | communication
“Has anyone managed to reach out to the others in the Capitol? I… Don’t seem to be able to reach anybody.”
“What? . . .Maybe somethin’ is up with the communication.” Leo grabbed his own tablet and tried to make it connect. “Pavel had to mess with ‘em the other day.”
“Alright, don’t all go rushing to thank me at once.”