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deadlines and meetings and contracts...

Jan 16, 2009 00:14

There's always a lot of things going on in Chicago at any given time. Anywhere you go, any neighbourhood, any hour, there will be something ~HAPPENING~.

For example, at the Conrad Hotel, Adelaide Hunt is packing her bags to head back to New York, and hoping very desperately that Martin got her voicemail asking him to come up so she could say good ( Read more... )

will tippin, rose tyler (and cassandra), maya roy, marshall flinkman, dmitri lang, desmond descant, annie cartwright, dusty baker, mat wallace, tay barnam, adelaide hunt, 42-k (devon), dr. horrible, maria jackson, fiona glenanne, donna noble, john smith, mathias, becky trapper

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nothingsodivine January 17 2009, 01:37:17 UTC

Where there is urgent things coming up, there is a speedy Des racing to the scene of the crime... In this case, his office. He throws open the door, humming along with the song that plays when he enters (Help I'm steppin' into the Twilight Zone, this is a madhouse, feels like being-)

And then he notices the post-it notes and he steps out of the doorway long enough to cut off the song and just glower.

"MATHIAS, YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO," he shouts and oh, Mathias better be here, because he has to kill him. With his hands.

cherubstempter January 17 2009, 01:45:39 UTC

Mathias snickers softly from his hiding place, but doesn't show himself yet. After all, there are a few surprises waiting for Des when he starts exploring.

Like the cheap and impossible-to-disable motion sensor with the really annoying high-pitched whine of an alarm that he set up to sense anyone coming more than three feet inside. That's a fun one.

nothingsodivine January 17 2009, 02:30:19 UTC

Des waits. And waits. And Mathias does not present himself. He growls and starts to stalk off deeper into the office, but that, unfortunately, sets off the motion detector and immediately he grabs his head and yowls in pain, clutching his ears.

He shouts over the din, "I AM GOING TO FEED YOU TO THE HYDRALISK, MATHIAS. TRY COMING BACK FROM THAT ONE."

cherubstempter January 17 2009, 04:47:44 UTC

"You know you love me, man!" Mathias calls, apparently no longer caring about staying, y'know, inconspicuous.

Hey, let Des deal with the piercing alarm, and then the evisceration can begin. Mathias gets to paper Des' office, Des gets to string Mathias up by his intestines. Fun times for all!

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akablackkitty January 17 2009, 01:44:59 UTC

Marshall has finally decided that he has absolutely no idea how to figure out the Ball of Flash, which deeply unnerves him, because it's really an insult to your intelligence when you can't figure out something you made. So that's why he's trying to find... Someone that came with Jack who isn't... Actually Jack and ask them what this thing is so he can stop poking at it.

The kitchen is always a good place to find people and lo, there was a Fiona. He kind of awkwardly shuffles in, the ball under his arm, and tries to ignore the fact that she appears to be making homemade C4. "Uh... Hi? You don't really kn- well, I guess you do know me, because, uh, we met before when that thing happened and, well, you knew me before that too, or... Well, a version of me, which is to say, it's not the same me... Or, well, I guess it could be the same me, because I mean, how different could we be, really? Except maybe that Marshall likes his toast with strawberry jam instead of marmalade or, uh-"

Stop him, Fiona. Stop him, please.

triggerhappyex January 17 2009, 01:52:40 UTC

Fiona doesn't even stop in her highly delicate procedure to talk to him. It's Marshall, she's used to it. "Toast with a little butter and orange marmalade, or apple butter if you wanted to shake things up a bit. Coffee with extra sugar when you could get away with it, and cream. Also you had a strange fondness for poptarts which I never understood." She finishes up something delicate and possibly likely to explode at any moment, and grins at him, wiping her hands on her apron. "What can I do for you, Marshall?"

akablackkitty January 17 2009, 02:37:28 UTC

"But they're poptarts- what's not to understand about them? They're a little pastry filled with sweet artificial fruit flavoring and, oh sure, I'm pretty sure there are several ways that those things will kill you, but..." Marshall realizes this is not entirely the point at all and proceeds to hold up the ball. "This was, uh, in Mr. Bristow's duffel bag that he came through with... Apparently I made it or, well, not me... The other me. Yeah, and, you know, that really should give me some indication of what it does, but I have yet to figure it out... well, I sorta know what it does- it produces a blinding flash, and while I'm not ruling out really fancy flash bomb, I know me... And, you know..."

He holds it out to her. "Do you... Have any idea what it is?"

triggerhappyex January 17 2009, 04:45:18 UTC

Fiona takes it, apparently not caring that she's standing next to a vat of home-made c4, and examines it for a moment. "Oh, that. Flash triggers the part of the brain that controls shifting in shapeshifters," she says with a grin. "Causes them to shift involuntarily." She hands it back, looking positively wicked. "You were so cute as a guinea pig. Almost cute enough to eat."

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