For he who gets hurt will be he who has stalled...

[sarkraticmethod]

Chicago is not a happy place, therefore very few people are actually happy.

The recent CLF riot kinda pissed off one recovering former terrorist who has very recently been having a little problem with half his soul being missing. The rage was enough to finally cause him to shift involuntarily, which was... Rather painful actually, considering he's

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[chimaerasaurus]

Abby moves to knock on the door, then stops, watching Marshall brutalizing the keyboard. She bites her lip, recognizing the coping mechanism of someone Connoresque. At least continuous anomaly activity kept the ARC crew busy after Stephen died.

She slaps the door wide open and claps her hands, walking in with a smile on her face. "All right, get up. Up! Lets go."

[akablackkitty]

Marshall jumps, but he's apparently learned the necessary countermeasures to prevent himself from falling out on the floor, because he locks his legs around the chair and actually speeds up his typing.

"Wh-where are we going? I mean, not that I'm arguing, because I haven't... Really been out at all lately and I could probably use the sun. I think I might be getting a little pasty... Just a bit, anyway. Um.. But this thing is very important and I'm pretty sure it can't wait, so maybe we could... Raincheck that? Until, uh, tomorrow or next week... Or next month. Next month is good for me."

He has a rolly-chair, Abby. Feel free to use it.

[chimaerasaurus]

Oh, she will. She grabs the back of Marshall's chair and rolls him away from the computer, turns him about and shoves him toward the door and into the hall.

"Nope. Come on. Don't make me push you all the way out of here, Marshall, because I will." She ruffles his hair. "It's a beautiful day and we both need to get out more."

[akablackkitty]

Marshall makes a few incoherent sputtering noises, tries to scrabble to grab onto the side of the desk to keep from being pulled away, but that doesn't work as well as he would have liked. And now he's in the hall and blinking at Abby in a sad, Whyfore you do that? way.

"Um... Okay, if you say so. I mean... Can't really argue with that. And if you pushed me all the way out here, I can't guarantee I won't get, uh... Motion sick... Also there are stairs." He nods and then goes silent for a few seconds before he realizes that he's still in the chair. "Should, ah... Probably get out of the chair now."

He slowly stands up and kicks the chair back into the CCTV room where it hits the wall and then rolls to a stop, and then turns to give Abby a small, See? I can do this. shrug.

Except he's still really nervous about going out and is internally flailing a lot. He's just too sweet to resist people dragging him off for his own good. This is something he does not have in common with Tosh.

[chimaerasaurus]

She throws an arm around Marshall's shoulders and guides him toward the stairs. There is no resisting, if you know what's good for you. She knows karate.

"How long have you been in this city?" She gives him a beady sideways look.

[akablackkitty]

Marshall accepts the gesture and walks... Because walking is good. It gets you from Point A to Point B and... He doesn't really want to go to Point B, but clearly he is going there.

He frowns and starts counting on his fingers, muttering complicated math equations under his breath that seem way too complex for an answer to a simple question.

"Uh... Approximately one year and, um... Eleven? What day is to- no, twelve days." He blinks a few times like that number never occurred to him before now. "Wow... That's a... A long time. Kinda mind-blowing, really."

[chimaerasaurus]

"And how many times during that rather extensive period, Marshall Flinkman, have you gone outside? Done something fun? Something fun that doesn't involve breaking the sound barrier with your fingers."

Down the stairs they go. The longer you give her, Marshall, the less chance you will have to get away.

[akablackkitty]

"I've been outside!" Marshall protests, now not entirely sure he wants to get away, because it is very important and crucial to explain to Abby that he has totally had fun outside. "There was that one time, Tosh and I went to the Cloud Gate Bridge and.... We had to disarm a bomb... That would have killed everyone in the city."

Marshall's face falls a little as his tone peters off at the realization.

"Okay, you... Might have a point. Maybe." Pause. "Yeah, you have a point."

[chimaerasaurus]

"Have you now."

She pinches the bridge of her nose. "You're worse than Connor. And that's saying a lot."

They hit the bottom of the stairs and Abby opens the door. "Come on then. We'll find you something you'll enjoy outside. Under real light."

[akablackkitty]

Marshall pauses. "Is that... What does that even mean?" Oh right. Movement. They were walking. He should... Also do that.

He follows down the stairs at a quickening pace and walks outside, making a show of shielding his eyes.

"Well, I guess I'm not melting or anything. That's a good sign, right?" Cue the cute, adorable grin. It's not often that Marshall uses sarcasm, but when he does... Well, it's less snarky and more adorable. Like a puppy trying to growl threateningly or something.

[chimaerasaurus]

"Connor. Deskmonkey. Couldn't shoot a gun to save his life--literally. Would sooner sit inside and play with anomaly detectors than go to a show."

Though he does seem to have something more of a libido than Marshall. He seems to have something more of an interest in girls than Michael, though that probably comes from being an undersexed grad student.

She grins back at him, because yes, that is a friggin' adorable smile. "I'll admit, Flinkman, I was worried."

[akablackkitty]

Marshall looks utterly confused for a moment. "Is there... Something wrong with being like that? I mean, yeah, sure there is something to be said about fresh air and sunlight and being able to shoot a gun means you... Don't die. You know, actually Mr., um, Hunt taught me a few things... Except he was very angry. Like a very, very British Jack Bristow... Well, not British. Manchesterian... That's not right. He's from Manchester, anyway." He rubs the back of his neck nervously, trailing off with a few incoherent vowel sounds, because he totally forgot where that ramble was going. "Anyway. I completely forgot where I was going with that."

...No. Really, Marshall?

He offers her his arm. "Well, now that, uh, we've established that I don't dissolve in sunlight... Shall we?"

[chimaerasaurus]

Abby takes his arm with a grin, because Marshall is freaking adorable, and how can a person not grin at his ridiculous?

"You, my friend, are going to the zoo."

Yes, Marshall, that's right. Abby is dragging you off to visit the zoo.