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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[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.