TM Challenge 113 It was one of those days... (tag Sean)
AU - Simon, Roger, and Sean locked in a room...
Simon suspected it was yet another behavioral test designed to wash out the surgeons before they could graduate and attain that ultimate honor. He'd held up extremely well in every other exhausting stressful situation as a med student. He'd gotten angry and sharp under extreme pressure - there was that awful explosion downtown, the ER full of bleeding elite - but he'd never snapped or broken.
Being locked in a room by himself was hardly going to do that either. He resisted the urge to lie down on the cold hard floor and sleep, knowing that as soon as he did that, the real test would begin.
He was just admiring the workmanship of the completely seamless walls, trying to figure out where the door was when he heard a whooshing sound behind him. Spinning on his heels, Simon dropped into a combative crouch, a hard wired reflex rather than any trained move.
Then he stood upright with a broad smile. Simon knew what was going on now. They'd given him a hallucinogenic before placing him in this room because the figure before him wore his own face. Idly he wondered which controlled substance it was. He rattled off possibilities in his mind remembering their primary and side effects. Nearly all peaked within an hour of ingestion. He'd just had lunch. It should be an interesting hour at least.
His double or clone was dressed in heavy warm woolen clothes and wore a dashing black cloak. It ignored him and closed it eyes. A strained look appeared on its face. "Fuck!" it swore, then pulled a thin stick from where it was secreted behind its neck. Waving this stick the illusion muttered, "Alohamora! Finite colloportus!" When nothing happened the man said, "Shit," and pointed the stick at Simon. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"Simon Tam," Simon laughed. "And who are you, oh Figment of my Imagination?"
"Roger Davies, and I assure you I am no figment. I sense no glamour, so polyjuice it is. We'll see your real face in an hour. You can tell your masters that I'll not reveal any Ministry secrets because I don't know any! I'm a Trainee for Merlin's sake! What possible use can they have for me? Well? Speak up! Aren't you supposed to illuminate their latest evil plot?"
Simon felt more and more nervous as ... Roger... went on, because the man before him was like nothing he'd ever imagined. The accent was heavily English. The personality hard and brusque in a way Simon never dreamed of being.
Just then, the whooshing sound came again and they both turned to where yet another man wearing their same face appeared.
Simon began cursing in Mandarin.
Roger began cursing in Gaelic.
Muse: Dr. Simon Tam
Fandom: Firefly
WC: 456
Simon suspected it was yet another behavioral test designed to wash out the surgeons before they could graduate and attain that ultimate honor. He'd held up extremely well in every other exhausting stressful situation as a med student. He'd gotten angry and sharp under extreme pressure - there was that awful explosion downtown, the ER full of bleeding elite - but he'd never snapped or broken.
Being locked in a room by himself was hardly going to do that either. He resisted the urge to lie down on the cold hard floor and sleep, knowing that as soon as he did that, the real test would begin.
He was just admiring the workmanship of the completely seamless walls, trying to figure out where the door was when he heard a whooshing sound behind him. Spinning on his heels, Simon dropped into a combative crouch, a hard wired reflex rather than any trained move.
Then he stood upright with a broad smile. Simon knew what was going on now. They'd given him a hallucinogenic before placing him in this room because the figure before him wore his own face. Idly he wondered which controlled substance it was. He rattled off possibilities in his mind remembering their primary and side effects. Nearly all peaked within an hour of ingestion. He'd just had lunch. It should be an interesting hour at least.
His double or clone was dressed in heavy warm woolen clothes and wore a dashing black cloak. It ignored him and closed it eyes. A strained look appeared on its face. "Fuck!" it swore, then pulled a thin stick from where it was secreted behind its neck. Waving this stick the illusion muttered, "Alohamora! Finite colloportus!" When nothing happened the man said, "Shit," and pointed the stick at Simon. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"Simon Tam," Simon laughed. "And who are you, oh Figment of my Imagination?"
"Roger Davies, and I assure you I am no figment. I sense no glamour, so polyjuice it is. We'll see your real face in an hour. You can tell your masters that I'll not reveal any Ministry secrets because I don't know any! I'm a Trainee for Merlin's sake! What possible use can they have for me? Well? Speak up! Aren't you supposed to illuminate their latest evil plot?"
Simon felt more and more nervous as ... Roger... went on, because the man before him was like nothing he'd ever imagined. The accent was heavily English. The personality hard and brusque in a way Simon never dreamed of being.
Just then, the whooshing sound came again and they both turned to where yet another man wearing their same face appeared.
Simon began cursing in Mandarin.
Roger began cursing in Gaelic.
Muse: Dr. Simon Tam
Fandom: Firefly
WC: 456