And they say I'm not playing nice....
WHO: Sheldon Jeffery Sands sands_in_mexico and Dr. Gordon Freeman hev_interloper
WHERE: The Quick Trip Corner store adjacent to the MAC
WHEN: Sometime yesterday evening.
WARNINGS: Some swearing and a few bad jokes?
SUMMARY: Sheldon decided to help a guy that he didn't know and took a chance to aid. Also...he needed to get a few things anyway.
FORMAT: Paragame, Quick [From this link.]
Sheldon understood the importance of identity. Whether he cared about it or not, remained to be seen. He didn't want to tell everyone what his line of work really was but seeing someone bathed in a chemical or even remotely close to endangering other people just by walking around alone, he didn't want to take the chance to alert the 'natives' that something was going on.
His own senses were wrecking him as they started to emerge. He could smell the chemicals and other things around him the moment he reached the C-store. Upon seeing Gordon, he headed toward him with the bag he had slung over his shoulder. His nose burned. His eyes were hurting from the light and his throat was getting sore.
"Dr. Gordon, I take it? Man, you weren't kidding about the smell." He hands over the bag.
WHERE: The Quick Trip Corner store adjacent to the MAC
WHEN: Sometime yesterday evening.
WARNINGS: Some swearing and a few bad jokes?
SUMMARY: Sheldon decided to help a guy that he didn't know and took a chance to aid. Also...he needed to get a few things anyway.
FORMAT: Paragame, Quick [From this link.]
Sheldon understood the importance of identity. Whether he cared about it or not, remained to be seen. He didn't want to tell everyone what his line of work really was but seeing someone bathed in a chemical or even remotely close to endangering other people just by walking around alone, he didn't want to take the chance to alert the 'natives' that something was going on.
His own senses were wrecking him as they started to emerge. He could smell the chemicals and other things around him the moment he reached the C-store. Upon seeing Gordon, he headed toward him with the bag he had slung over his shoulder. His nose burned. His eyes were hurting from the light and his throat was getting sore.
"Dr. Gordon, I take it? Man, you weren't kidding about the smell." He hands over the bag.