[voice]
[Peter sounds bone-freaking-tired, and if you detect a hint of self-loathing in his voice? Well, you win the Kewpie doll and the lifetime supply of turtle wax.]
Dr. Meredith Grey is dead. [A beat to let that sink in.] So unless somebody else is medically trained and hasn't said anything, that leaves the barracks with just the one doctor. If I'm wrong on that count, now's the time to say so.
I'm done. I'm through just playing catch-up and reacting to whatever these bastards throw our way. After dusk, I'm going to be at the bar - big building, middle of the north wall. And before anyone starts complaining about being told what to do: save it. This isn't an order, a call to arms, or anything else. This is for anyone who doesn't want to spend the rest of their lives stuck here in a fairy hellhole. It's long past due, but it's getting done one way or another.
Anyone still out in the woods who don't know where the barracks are, let me know and we'll get people out there to find you straightaway.
[He's almost about to shut off the communicator, when there's a very loud, very close rumbling - almost like standing next to an old furnace that's just switched on - followed by some snuffling sounds.]
Goddamn it, will y- Sit. Sit. No, over there. [More rumbling and the longest suffering sigh ever with full FML-overtones goes here.] If you do decide to come tonight and you happen to see a giant tiger made of metal, don't freak out about it. It's pretty much harmless as long as you leave it alone. And if it's making a nuisance of itself or bugging anyone, just contact me and I'll deal with it. Immediately.
Dr. Meredith Grey is dead. [A beat to let that sink in.] So unless somebody else is medically trained and hasn't said anything, that leaves the barracks with just the one doctor. If I'm wrong on that count, now's the time to say so.
I'm done. I'm through just playing catch-up and reacting to whatever these bastards throw our way. After dusk, I'm going to be at the bar - big building, middle of the north wall. And before anyone starts complaining about being told what to do: save it. This isn't an order, a call to arms, or anything else. This is for anyone who doesn't want to spend the rest of their lives stuck here in a fairy hellhole. It's long past due, but it's getting done one way or another.
Anyone still out in the woods who don't know where the barracks are, let me know and we'll get people out there to find you straightaway.
[He's almost about to shut off the communicator, when there's a very loud, very close rumbling - almost like standing next to an old furnace that's just switched on - followed by some snuffling sounds.]
Goddamn it, will y- Sit. Sit. No, over there. [More rumbling and the longest suffering sigh ever with full FML-overtones goes here.] If you do decide to come tonight and you happen to see a giant tiger made of metal, don't freak out about it. It's pretty much harmless as long as you leave it alone. And if it's making a nuisance of itself or bugging anyone, just contact me and I'll deal with it. Immediately.