OPEN LOG.
Who: The "Doctor"/Cobra Commander, OPEN
Where: Around. Mostly the Med Ward, his and Krycek's swinging bachelor pad, and. Just. AROUND.
When: Today.
What: UHH IDK, just random encounters, don't care. Start multiple threads if you'd like. I just want INTERACTIONNNNN.
What an insufferable, appalling inconvenience. Certainly preferable to the cell the Joes had placed him in (really, he was quite certain that violated several statutes of the Geneva Convention-- not that he particularly cared when it came to other people, but when he was the prisoner?), in that it at least provided some illusion of freedom. But everything here was so backwards that the house left much to be desired. The medical ward, in particular, was a joke. Herbal remedies, leeches, jars of blood? He had no idea where to even begin with this backwards excuse for an infirmary. And the rest of the house was even worse, becoming progressively more primitive the further he explored.
Where: Around. Mostly the Med Ward, his and Krycek's swinging bachelor pad, and. Just. AROUND.
When: Today.
What: UHH IDK, just random encounters, don't care. Start multiple threads if you'd like. I just want INTERACTIONNNNN.
What an insufferable, appalling inconvenience. Certainly preferable to the cell the Joes had placed him in (really, he was quite certain that violated several statutes of the Geneva Convention-- not that he particularly cared when it came to other people, but when he was the prisoner?), in that it at least provided some illusion of freedom. But everything here was so backwards that the house left much to be desired. The medical ward, in particular, was a joke. Herbal remedies, leeches, jars of blood? He had no idea where to even begin with this backwards excuse for an infirmary. And the rest of the house was even worse, becoming progressively more primitive the further he explored.