event } the honk is coming from inside the ship

[seeingyou]

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!

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[bilocates]

Simon's been well behaved. He's been positively nice to Richard, all things considered. But it isn't for Richard's sake he's protecting him, it's Alex. And if Alex isn't here...

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.

[imarealistnotacynic]

Richard. Don't be ridiculous. You little fool. His father's poisonous disdain hits him just as the touch of claws that hit his temporal lobe.

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.

[bilocates]

Richard falls, and Simon watches. Slowly, agonizingly slowly he pushed himself up into sitting to watch. He let it linger for a while, just a bit, in part because he was still so very dizzy and trying to focus was like thinking through molasses. And in part to really let the point sink in. Then, with deliberate and ginger movements he got up. First thing was to stuff a handful of gauze in Richard's mouth, it just wouldn't do if he bit off his own tongue. Then to regard the medical equipment.

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.

[imarealistnotacynic]

Richard?

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.

[bilocates]

Of course he is, and of course he does. Simon already knew bits from the show, he knows Richard's got a fuse. Simon, however, does not allow himself to be pushed around. He didn't let his parents choose his fate, he isn't letting Richard do it either.

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.

[imarealistnotacynic]

"I'm not a medical doctor." He smirks weakly, arrogant to the end, as he sits on the floor and stares at him, "...How did you do it?"

He hesitates, actually hesitates, before tapping at his head.

[bilocates]

"You know how." Is his only answer as he presses the searing device to another cut working to sear himself back into mostly one piece. He'd really like to just take some pain killers and sleep, but he should probably patch up as much as he can before he does that.

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.

[imarealistnotacynic]

He's been touched by something angelic and inhuman and he's in space,this place has ramped things up for him.

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.

[bilocates]

That certainly will do it. Very hard to argue things aren't real when you're staring down a sentient alien space ship, a literal angel, and all of the other shenanigans this place brings about.

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.

[imarealistnotacynic]

Richard bares his teeth and climbs to his feet. He knows an out when he sees it. Straightening, he sniffs and looks down at the other man, "...You have blood across your clothes."

And he'll stagger out without a backward glance.

[bilocates]

Simon just stared after him with a raised eyebrow. Was that supposed to be a dig? He couldn't tell. Either way, he was left in peace where he could just pass out on the medical table for a while before getting back up to proceed to finish putting himself together.

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.