For he who gets hurt will be he who has stalled...

[sarkraticmethod]

Chicago is not a happy place, therefore very few people are actually happy.

The recent CLF riot kinda pissed off one recovering former terrorist who has very recently been having a little problem with half his soul being missing. The rage was enough to finally cause him to shift involuntarily, which was... Rather painful actually, considering he's

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[killwithmymind]

Nagi is also hanging out at the hospital today. He got there late last night, and he's already overheard a conversation about how he's free to leave health-wise, but they don't want to tell him until they have a new fosterhome lined up. Nagi doesn't have any intention of moving to a location that will then be recorded in a computer system.

If he wasn't still waiting for word about the brat, Nagi would be gone completely. As it is, he can't quite stand to be inside any more.

Of course, he recognizes Gray from that debacle with Francis. He even considers going back inside. Nah. Nagi isn't one to let a mere grown-up run him off. Nagi drops his backpack at his feet and leans against the wall with a sullen-and-defiant-teenager expression just for Gray.

[leosarecynical]

Gray looks down at the kid, looks back out at the street, and goes about his business of doing nothing by... Continuing to do nothing. He recognizes him, sure. He doesn't typically forget a face, but he doesn't have much to say on the subject of seeing him again.

Except..

"So you just got a thing for hospitals or somethin' there, kid?"

[killwithmymind]

Damn it. Nagi was working up a pretty good emo-fugue there. Now he has to communicate.

"I overheard them talking about losing my check-out paperwork. Figured I was good to get some air if they're more worried about bureaucracy than me." Nagi's voice is a little rough since he did catch more smoke than was good for him last night. He fights off the urge to cough since it will only annoy his throat more.

And he smells like burning house, but he's only got one change of clothes and he wants a shower before he changes.

[leosarecynical]

Huh.

"Maybe you ought to stick to your room... You're the kid with the explodin' house, right?" Which is probably the least delicate way of putting it, but whatever.

Gray listens to people talking around the hospital, oh yes he does. Gray also knows this kid has tried to sneak out once before. Call him paranoid, but he's not really sure he trusts him.

[prince_stupid]

Ragnar sits close to the end of the hall where Sark is curled up and brooding, sitting and brooding himself. Go closer, offer to help? Keep his distance? Lurk, like a lurky thing?

He takes a tentative step forward. "...Julian Sark. Do you require assistance?"

[sarkraticmethod]

Sark continues grooming, because there is absolutely no way to convey, No, I'm just miserable and I hate this universe and will not distract myself from my problems by licking myself, because clearly that's what one does when one is unexpectedly furry and annoyed.

Groom. Groom. Groom. Hate. Hate. Hate.

It's a very focused task.

[prince_stupid]

Ragnar meanders tentatively closer, despite the instinct to flee from a larger animal. He is the King of Cats. Julian Sark may be his friend, but in his current state, the man is also one of Ragnar's subjects. He'll be cared for, like it or not.

"Julian Sark, please allow me."

[sarkraticmethod]

Sark chuffs and plops down on the floor in a sphinx position, laying his head down on his paws to regard Ragnar with a miserable blue-eyed tiger glower.

He flicks his ears a bit, trying to convey without words a single question. Allow you to do what?

Help? What's there to help? The wounds are healing and he's only focused on them, because they're something other than April or the CLF or his frustration with the universe to focus on.

We're sorry he's stubborn, Rags.

[chimaerasaurus]

Abby moves to knock on the door, then stops, watching Marshall brutalizing the keyboard. She bites her lip, recognizing the coping mechanism of someone Connoresque. At least continuous anomaly activity kept the ARC crew busy after Stephen died.

She slaps the door wide open and claps her hands, walking in with a smile on her face. "All right, get up. Up! Lets go."

[akablackkitty]

Marshall jumps, but he's apparently learned the necessary countermeasures to prevent himself from falling out on the floor, because he locks his legs around the chair and actually speeds up his typing.

"Wh-where are we going? I mean, not that I'm arguing, because I haven't... Really been out at all lately and I could probably use the sun. I think I might be getting a little pasty... Just a bit, anyway. Um.. But this thing is very important and I'm pretty sure it can't wait, so maybe we could... Raincheck that? Until, uh, tomorrow or next week... Or next month. Next month is good for me."

He has a rolly-chair, Abby. Feel free to use it.

[chimaerasaurus]

Oh, she will. She grabs the back of Marshall's chair and rolls him away from the computer, turns him about and shoves him toward the door and into the hall.

"Nope. Come on. Don't make me push you all the way out of here, Marshall, because I will." She ruffles his hair. "It's a beautiful day and we both need to get out more."

[akablackkitty]

Marshall makes a few incoherent sputtering noises, tries to scrabble to grab onto the side of the desk to keep from being pulled away, but that doesn't work as well as he would have liked. And now he's in the hall and blinking at Abby in a sad, Whyfore you do that? way.

"Um... Okay, if you say so. I mean... Can't really argue with that. And if you pushed me all the way out here, I can't guarantee I won't get, uh... Motion sick... Also there are stairs." He nods and then goes silent for a few seconds before he realizes that he's still in the chair. "Should, ah... Probably get out of the chair now."

He slowly stands up and kicks the chair back into the CCTV room where it hits the wall and then rolls to a stop, and then turns to give Abby a small, See? I can do this. shrug.

Except he's still really nervous about going out and is internally flailing a lot. He's just too sweet to resist people dragging him off for his own good. This is something he does not have in common with Tosh.

[changingtheodds]

Ruvin knocks on the door of the Kashtta, not sure how else she's going to get in. She's been curious about this place for a while. There is someone inside, even if he doesn't look particularly pleased about... whatever's on the thing he's carrying.

"Excuse me? Hello?"

[stopdropanddie]

Jack's wired and ready to do something, so he registers the knock as being more threatening than it is, so when he whirls... Well, Ruvin might get a faceful of SpyDaddy GLAAARE, but he relaxes when he realizes that it's just a kid... An unfamiliar one too. He didn't think the Kashtta was still taking in refugees from the CLF, but after that attack, maybe things have changed.

He slams the laptop shut and moves towards the door to open it for her. "Yes?"

Don't mind him if he sounds a bit curt, Ruvin. It's kind of his default state. And also one of his agents is missing.

[changingtheodds]

Eep. She manages not to flinch backwards, at least. "I'm sorry, I was just..."

No. Ruvin straightens up, lifting her chin a bit. It doesn't matter if she isn't home, if she isn't the person she used to be. Even if no one recognizes her authority here, that's no reason to act as though she has none. What she's doing is important. To her, if not to anyone else. "I beg your pardon, but this is the Kashtta Tower, correct?"

[stopdropanddie]

"Yes," Jack responds, not quite not knowing what to expect from... Random tiny girls. Or how to deal with them, really.

"Are you looking for someone?" He asks, somewhat more awkwardly, because he's not sure what she's after and he's not really in any authority to answer her questions. He looks behind him, wondering if Cooper or someone else in Torchwood is around, but no luck. It's only him. Brilliant.

[cyfor]

Cy has been watching Star Trek. Meeting Vulcan first officers will do that to a kitty. She trots into the room sideways. "Worse'n'that he's dead Jim, dead, beam me up, Mr. Scott!"

Omigod laser. She freezes. "Phasers to stun!"

[nothingsodivine]

"Don't become a Trekkie, kitty. That's a road that no one wants to go down. Trust me. It's a terrifying disease." He wiggles his eyebrows and flips off the laser, tossing it casually from one hand to another. Oh yeah, this is relaxing. Much better than going out and doing something dumb.

...No, it's not, but he doesn't want Martha to worry so soon after freaking out about both him and the Doctor.

He flicks the laser on and shines it a foot away from Cy's feet. "Come and get it, Cy."

[cyfor]

"I met a Spock. Can't keep him either," she grumbles, her focus on the little point of light. Her tail dances like a charmed snake over her back for about three seconds before she skitters forward and plows paws and nose into the carpet after the light.

[nothingsodivine]

Des rolls his eyes good-naturedly, and flicks the light over to the nearest wall. "Cy, you can't keep characters from popular culture in the basement. It's musty down there and you'll probably forget to feed them."

He twirls little circles on the wall with the light, creating weird little patterns. If all else fails, a cat and a laser pointer are not a bad way to spend an afternoon.