who ; the residents of Tronhaus what ; TRIPPIN' BALLS also trip-sitting, depending on who you are where ; Tronhaus when ; Saturday the 14th warning(s) ; ... computer programs tripping for the very first time? ( after the jump~ )
[Sam caught the messages about the water probably being bad right after getting out of the shower, so his trip is... pretty mild, compared to most of the station's other residents.
... of course, this doesn't mean that he isn't lying shirtless on his floor, one arm thrown over his eyes, listening to the walls play this on infinite loop. It hasn't quite occurred to him yet that the walls might stop playing music at him if he left his room, so he's just silently willing his room to play something that isn't Boston.]
INCOMING FAKE-DADpopcorngifsMay 15 2011, 01:34:20 UTC
[ Last stop. But hardly by choice, Alan hadn't been avoiding this, circumstance had just kept him at bay. His hand curled into a weak fist and hover over the door. Maybe he should wait, just in case Sam wasn't...fully himself. He turned, set to leave, only to find his knuckles rapping against the door as if by their own accord. ]
YOU'RE NOT MY /REAL/ DAD!! ... wait.smellslikejailMay 15 2011, 02:40:43 UTC
[Nah, Sam's good... for a given value of "good" that includes "hallucinating '70s arena rock", anyway.
He pokes one eye out from behind his elbow at the knock--nope, turns out the ceiling is still flashing on and off like a flickering lightbulb--and turns his head to glance at the door.]
Now let's not /complicate/ things.popcorngifsMay 15 2011, 02:45:18 UTC
[ A hand that was hovering around the door now hung above the door knob. As far as he was concerned, he only spoke to Sam a couple days ago. No way this could breed confusion. The lock clicked, and Alan came in, stopping at the threshold. ]
but sam's so good at complicating things for everyone.smellslikejailMay 15 2011, 02:52:14 UTC
[... wait, Alan? Clearly this must be another, slightly worse side effect of whatever was in the water. (Hey, if Gem was seeing Castor...)]
On second thought, I think I liked this trip better when it just stuck to a Lite Brite ceiling and arena rock.
[Checking the network is for people with nothing better to do--wait. Obsessively fine-tuning your method of installing not-Hypatia-sanctioned programs on your wearable so that you're absolutely positive it works for applications that aren't solitaire does count as something better to do, right?]
... of course, this doesn't mean that he isn't lying shirtless on his floor, one arm thrown over his eyes, listening to the walls play this on infinite loop. It hasn't quite occurred to him yet that the walls might stop playing music at him if he left his room, so he's just silently willing his room to play something that isn't Boston.]
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He pokes one eye out from behind his elbow at the knock--nope, turns out the ceiling is still flashing on and off like a flickering lightbulb--and turns his head to glance at the door.]
Yeah? Come in.
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You never pick up your phone.
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On second thought, I think I liked this trip better when it just stuck to a Lite Brite ceiling and arena rock.
[Checking the network is for people with nothing better to do--wait. Obsessively fine-tuning your method of installing not-Hypatia-sanctioned programs on your wearable so that you're absolutely positive it works for applications that aren't solitaire does count as something better to do, right?]
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You drank the water, didn't you?
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