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event } the honk is coming from inside the ship
WHO: Everyone left behind on Navi.
WHAT: There’s a goose on the loose!
WHERE: Anywhere on Navi.
WHEN: Feb. 20-March 13
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if the goose pecks through your skull, please make sure to fill out the death page.
Those of you who haven’t been swept off to a hell dimension may find that Navi is … unusually empty. Those links you had with your partner? It’s like they’ve just been shut off with the flick of a switch. Weird, right?
However, Navi’s halls are not exactly quieter for the emptiness. At first, you might think you’re imagining it, but soon enough, it becomes evident that there is something else on board this ship and it honks. The honking is intermittent, but it never truly ends for good. You’ll hear it through the walls, outside your cabin doors, on the next floor - everywhere.
After a few hours of this nonsense, Navi reaches out to the passengers via the mental link and asks them to find the source of this infernal noise and round it up so it can be ejected from the ship. It’s driving Navi nuts, they can’t tell where the honking is coming from, so they can’t take care of it themselves. It won’t be easy, because this goose is wily (and an eldritch being, technically), but it needs to be handled, and there’s no one else around. Good thing you’re still here to help!
WHAT: There’s a goose on the loose!
WHERE: Anywhere on Navi.
WHEN: Feb. 20-March 13
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if the goose pecks through your skull, please make sure to fill out the death page.
Those of you who haven’t been swept off to a hell dimension may find that Navi is … unusually empty. Those links you had with your partner? It’s like they’ve just been shut off with the flick of a switch. Weird, right?
However, Navi’s halls are not exactly quieter for the emptiness. At first, you might think you’re imagining it, but soon enough, it becomes evident that there is something else on board this ship and it honks. The honking is intermittent, but it never truly ends for good. You’ll hear it through the walls, outside your cabin doors, on the next floor - everywhere.
After a few hours of this nonsense, Navi reaches out to the passengers via the mental link and asks them to find the source of this infernal noise and round it up so it can be ejected from the ship. It’s driving Navi nuts, they can’t tell where the honking is coming from, so they can’t take care of it themselves. It won’t be easy, because this goose is wily (and an eldritch being, technically), but it needs to be handled, and there’s no one else around. Good thing you’re still here to help!
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Richard is not gentle as he moves him to the table, but gentle when he examines the wounds, "...Talk to me. What happened with the goose."
His head is echoing.
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By the time they make it that last effort pretty well wore out what second wind Simon had. He was content just to slump down on the table and close his eyes. Talking? No, he thinks he'd like to sleep.
"Not a goose," Really, he thought that much was obvious by now. Geese are mean but not this dangerous. Missing the point: Simon Reese.
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"The eldritch goose then." His throat is tight. There are so many gadgets and whirring things that he has to lower his hands and he looks, senses, reads anxious, "Hold still."
That apparently is a command to activate - something - a rolling thing with a spray of tools - some sharp and some dull and some looking like pens in a cup, "...It's a goose."
He bares his teeth and picks up one, "...This...May sting?"
The light turns red around the area he picked it up from. He grabs a second one and it turns read before he focuses on the devices and concentrates until-
Blue. The correct tool is blue and he's reminded of his very first game of operation as a boy - before he twists it to reveal a very sharp laser. Sharp - can a beam of light be sharp?
No. He did that wrong. A second device turns blue and he grabs that and this one looks more like a press so he moves to the torn flesh he'd been trying to hold together.
"Hold still. This will hurt."
Cauterizing will do that.
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He cracked open an eye, too exhausted to really think about fighting about what was happening.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
It's not like he'll stop him, mind, he just wanted to know. Aa for holding still that's about all Simon can do right now. He's tired, he's cold, frankly he's amazed he's still slightly aware. The pain feels distant and foggy, like it was happening in a dream.
It's fine, he's not the one burning. Are you sure he can't just go to sleep?
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That is his talisman, he always knows. He knows enough, he knows what he's doing, he is aware he can do his damndest damn it. Gritting his teeth, he presses the cauterizing wand to the deepest wound before looking for the second deepest.
"You know me. Shouldn't you know that about me by now?"
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"I know," He wheezed, fading, confused. "I know you deny what's in front of you." Maybe he does know enough, he also likes to brush it off when it's convenient. Which wasn't really important right now, but then Simon was having some trouble figuring out what was and wasn't. Man, that goose really did a number on him.
TW: attack
He is. He's a fundamentally decent person despite a life of pain - he's aware of his privileges and his problems but there is always a sort of confusion and loss beneath his gaze. He has lost so much that he clings to the way the world works with a frantic devotion. An Acolyte of science.
zealots can get angry defending themselves.
A chaotic something oozes in his mind and he presses the cauterizer down on a wound not so deep. It's hard and fast but there's a damn good chance it will leave a burn but it's so quick and he withdraws it looking panickstricken.
"...It's not denial. There's always a rational explanation." He runs a hand over the cauterized marks, "...I think I was supposed to use that pen for anestetic."
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Well, Simon's tormented people for less than attacking him.
He flinches, though the pain was a dull ache among the rest the brief hint of malice got through loud and clear.
Denial will be your undoing. And so will willful blindness.
It was fast, the lights flickering, a shadow out of the corner of an eye followed by, for Richard, bright lights a loss of balance a loss pf control. Freezing ghostly claws only briefly touch his mind but Simon's done far worse for far less. Trent meant nothing. Richard's death might save them all.
The seizure is a warning. Don't do that again.
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Something, something large and smoking, curling boiling flesh runs through his subconscious and his twitches before he drops his hands to the table, trying to stay upright and-
No.
Nope.
He crumples in a heap, like a dissolving figure. The voice of Coralee rings in his ears and Alex's voice hits and the wave of hope he feels can probably be felt by anyone looking. Anyone not looking.
Help.
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He could leave him there, he thought. But no, Navi was in distress because Richard was. So with a sigh Simon picked through the options until something lit up blue for him. A syringe of... something. While Simon was no medical expert he'd received enough emergency shots to have an idea of what to do. He was none too gentle, holding Richard down while he administered it, but it was done.
That should take care of it. Frowning down at Richard Simon went to perch back on the table, now picking up where Richard had left off with the cauterizing tool. At least he wasn't bleeding out anymore, so while he was still dizzy as hell and having a nightmare of a time trying to focus he wasn't dying.
Guess he does owe Richard for that much.
"You'll be fine." He chides, almost bored. Explain that one away, Richard.
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Richard is angry.
It doesn't take much to get him angry. He does have an assault charge on his record. So before he collects himself he pushes out with his mind. There's nothing he hates more than his sense of control being taken. Absolutely nothing.
It's probably nothing but there's an edge to his mind that speaks of untapped power - but it's gotten withered.
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He hasn't gone this far just to kowtow to a man with more ego than sense. Simon may be tired, exhausted, wounded and weary and weakened. But he isn't weak. He sure as hell isn't going to give up the fight.
That push is met, and while Simon is aware of that edge he doesn't seem to care. He pushes back, lashes fiercely.
Enough. Hisses in his mind, a warning, a threat, a promise.
He's killed people for far less.
"I would expect a doctor to have a better grip on his temper." Simon said aloud, fixing Richard with that strange, unblinking stare of his. Leave him alone, he's busy finishing the job you couldn't.
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He hesitates, actually hesitates, before tapping at his head.
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At least, it would seem, death's door has been left closed this day.
Though Simon will, mentally, give him credit for finally at least acknowledging where it came from. That's better than two years of living in the thick of it back home, he's somewhat impressed. Maybe Richard wasn't a completely lost cause.
"You have answers available to you."
He means the recorder, and yes Simon knows about it. Of course Simon knows. Creepy little stalker that he is.
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Glaring at him, he stands up, feet shaking. His mind is blank and he shakes his it off, slowly, the window opens, the door is open a crack before he stares at his shoes because He is not admitting he is afraid.
Never. Never in a million years.
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Oh, Richard doesn't have to admit it. Simon smirks, slyly, but says nothing. He's still working. Not going to ask for further help, not after this. But he does appreciate that Richard saved his life. In return Simon will spare his.
For now.
"You should get some rest, Doctor Strand." He's offering you an out with your dignity in tact, Richard. Take it.
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And he'll stagger out without a backward glance.
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And to raid the supply cabinet for some painkillers and sedatives. He is going to sleep and not let anyone bother him. Not even surly old man Richard Strand.