#ello :d

[hacker-codeq]

[ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. (hi c:)

` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 || Accepting

Q did his best to avoid doctors beyond the required medical examinations for his job... But even he had to admit it was incredibly handy to run into one when he'd come back to himself, only to find Marcus must have slipped at some point in his adventuring, since there was a long gash down their forearm.

"What's your name..?" Q asked, trying not to think of this man as a doctor. Trying not to think of him as the worst kind of doctor. "I... Ben. Did I tell you that? Sorry, I'm a tad... Dizzy." He paused, realising that was a bad thing to admit. "I still don't want to go to the hospital." Was added after a beat, just to smother any ideas the admission he was struggling to focus might have put into the other man's head.

He pulled his hand away rather suddenly, looked at the half-stitched cut with mild interest, and then offered his arm back. "I think I fell over a fence." Terrific to know he probably only had a few hours to wipe any CCTV that had caught Marcus' movements, and yet Ben was here with a stranger like a helpless idiot.

[hacker-codeq]

“I think you dropped this.”

first meeting sentence starters. || Accepting

Q had dropped the little rectangle of metal now being held out to him, but he'd done it on purpose. Perhaps he should have set it down somewhere a little less obvious instead of trying to just chuck it out of his pocket in the middle of the high street.

"Ah, thank you." He awkwardly took the device back; it was about as wide as two fingers and rested easily in his palm. "I actually meant to drop it, I'm testing something." Q admitted, hesitating for a few seconds before realising how suspicious that sounded. "I-I don't- Not anything nefarious. Just trying to see if it could get itself home-" He took a breath. "It's a drone." Not that Gizmo currently looked like one, packed away into a sleek metal form.

[curse-of-frell]

[ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. / from Maddy @wolfbl00ded for Elliot!

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. || Accepting

Elliot had long since started ignoring signs that suggested areas were out of limits - unless those signs suggested actual danger and weren't just there to ward off idiots - so the note about the storm stapled to the visitor board had been disregarded. He was sitting on one of the large boulders that acted as a break for the waves, not quite drenched but definitely not dry, as the waves foamed excitedly against their natural opposite.

He hadn't heard the woman approach and jumped a little when he caught sight of her, the moon not full but enough for him to be able to see her clearly. "Hey." He smiled, used to speaking to strangers despite his curse. "And here I thought I was the only idiot who'd want to be on a beach in a storm." The teasing, too, was commonplace. Elliot leaned forward to watch her, curious. "Are you from around here?"

[theultimatenerd0fficial]

Awesome name :0

[curse-of-frell]

@lettherebemonsters liked for an Elliot starter

It had been a long time since Elliot had bothered to keep up with the news, well a few years, but he would have to be a moron not to clock the man standing a few feet away from him. Resist. Damn, if only his own orders worked on himself.

"Hey." He greeted with a grin as he stopped next to the older man with his hands in his pockets and turned his gaze to follow Ross' line of sight. "Know any good bars?" Elliot asked, the air of a man who had nothing to lose.

[curse-of-frell]

"Don't say a word."

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . || Accepting

Elliot's eyebrows went up when his casual sauntering over to the other had gotten him an immediate order; the flecks of gold that always lingered in his otherwise green irises sparkled as he mimed zipping his lips shut. He tipped his head to the side and lifted his arms in a 'what now?' kind of motion before he started laughing to himself.

[curse-of-frell]

@viduanata liked for a one-liner!

"It's a smart man who don't start arguments he ain't gonna win; unfortunately, I'm not the brightest."

[curse-of-frell]

❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ @ elliot

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. || Accepting

He scoffed, though he knew from her tone that he had better just follow or else he was going to end up dragged by his magic. "I would prefer a bit of explanation of why?" Elliot noted as he quickly downed what was left of his drink and stood up from the barstool, leaving a pile of notes on the counter to cover his tab as he walked over to Scarlett. "Ain't like I've been up to any trouble lately, I'm a real good boy."