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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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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.