[open] on est bien peu de chose
WHO: Victor Tourterelle, Ruka, Open (anyone around who wants to gawk at/harass skelli-bones on the way or in the building)
WHERE: Behind a dumpster, ultimately working its way to the MAC building
WHEN: Late afternoon, after his plea for help.
WARNINGS: Someone might swear at him? Who knows.
SUMMARY: With Ruka's help, Victor makes the trek across town. Tries not to be obvious. Follows Spock's directions, got nowhere else to be. Could use some coffee if people are going to keep staring at him.
FORMAT: Uuuh whatever makes the panties drop, bbs? I'm uh down for it.
He could feel it at the base of his skull, just above the stamp with his old number. He had a new one now, he reflected, holding up the tags for inspection, trying to distract himself from that slight ache in his bones that he was sure was calling him to a great big steaming cup of coffee.
...He wanted to see again. He wanted to feel the warmth running through him, disappearing somewhere in the back of his mouth but never making it downwards where his throat and stomach used to be. Disappearing out into space and calling in the visions. He hadn't seen mermaids. He'd seen Space, he'd seen the future. He wanted to do it again. He wanted his stupid sentimental antique set of tools too, but those were long gone, left behind on Charon.
He heard someone approaching and glanced around the dumpster cautiously.
WHERE: Behind a dumpster, ultimately working its way to the MAC building
WHEN: Late afternoon, after his plea for help.
WARNINGS: Someone might swear at him? Who knows.
SUMMARY: With Ruka's help, Victor makes the trek across town. Tries not to be obvious. Follows Spock's directions, got nowhere else to be. Could use some coffee if people are going to keep staring at him.
FORMAT: Uuuh whatever makes the panties drop, bbs? I'm uh down for it.
He could feel it at the base of his skull, just above the stamp with his old number. He had a new one now, he reflected, holding up the tags for inspection, trying to distract himself from that slight ache in his bones that he was sure was calling him to a great big steaming cup of coffee.
...He wanted to see again. He wanted to feel the warmth running through him, disappearing somewhere in the back of his mouth but never making it downwards where his throat and stomach used to be. Disappearing out into space and calling in the visions. He hadn't seen mermaids. He'd seen Space, he'd seen the future. He wanted to do it again. He wanted his stupid sentimental antique set of tools too, but those were long gone, left behind on Charon.
He heard someone approaching and glanced around the dumpster cautiously.