[THE TIME HAS COME, THE WALRUS SAID. Tim is sitting on his bed, communicator in his hands, and there is a little smile on his face because despite everything, he is actually excited to make this post. Well, he's excited to make this post and leave, mostly.]I need to head home for a few days. I don't know how much time I'll need there, but I'm ( Read more... )

Right. I'll be in zero for the next week, if anyone needs me.

[Private to Dick]

Can you come grab my Item?

[Private to the Seventh Doctor]

[After seeing the Doctor's post.] ...Everything okay?

[Private to Cissie]

I just wanted to-- [Aaand that's when he realizes something's up. :c The rest is added once he finds out what's up.] And you're ( Read more... )

Hey, Martha? Let's watch something funny tonight. I could use something verging on mindless.

[Private to the Admiral]

I'd like Sylar's ice powers returned to him, please. Is that possible?

[Private to Jason Bourne]

I need to talk to you, about our inmates.

[Private to Sylar, added later]

We need to talk.

It's a gas. It's - it's fear gas. Crane's fear gas. It's from Gotham, it-- [He breaks off, silent for a few seconds - dealing with his own hallucinations. Skeletal Batman? Check. There are sounds of movement, Tim stumbling around his room and looking for his costume.]I have an antidote. I need -the lab, or the infirmary. I can make more. I need ( Read more... )