Day 56: Intercom, Dawn

Apr 29, 2011 07:29

As the sun peeked over the white horizon, snow continued to fall over the quiet countryside surrounding the institute. Though it wasn't as heavy as last night, patients planning to go to Doyleton were going to need heavy coats and gloves ( Read more... )

rose (tvd), intercom, luke skywalker, elfangor, edgeworth

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taggingwomprats April 29 2011, 19:11:25 UTC
Luke was awoken by the crackle of the intercom. For a moment, he fuzzily wondered who would be contacting him in the middle of deep space. His next thought was that he wasn't, in fact, in deep space or even in his X-Wing at all. His eyes shot open (hell of a wake up call, really) and he sat bolt upright in the bed he'd somehow ended up in. He threw the sheets off and scrambled to his feet, glancing around the room frantically. Had someone dragged his X-Wing out of hyperspace? Stunned him somehow without his ever being aware of it ( ... )

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loyalrose April 30 2011, 01:01:25 UTC
Someone was talking ( ... )

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exterrabang April 30 2011, 17:34:00 UTC
The sound of a voice--clearly a human voice--hurtled Elfangor from the depths of sleep to a panicked alertness. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was Visser Three's Blade Ship, the battle... everything had spun so wildly out of control so quickly. His comrades falling around him, ships burning as they fell into atmosphere. The Dome disengaging, his little brother, oh god.

He'd decided to break his vow, to go after the weapon and undo this mess. To keep the Yeerks from taking the Earth, from taking his family, his people.

That was the last thing he'd recalled. Had his ship been hit? But if he'd been hit, he should have crashed. He would have died. But no, here he was on Earth... On Earth. Human.

He struggled to ascertain the time, but there was nothing, he'd been asleep. But it was more than that, he could tell. Something was wrong, beyond the obvious. Why couldn't he sense the passage of time ( ... )

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the_prosecutor May 5 2011, 03:09:34 UTC
Everything had been shaking. The grape juice in his glass had begun to ripple, his once sturdy seat had shifted with the weight of his body, and the regrettably familiar feeling of panic had overwhelmed Edgeworth as he had collapsed onto the ground. It had been turbulence, simple and nonthreatening, and even as the significantly more rational part of his mind had plead with him to get ahold of himself fear had enveloped him, drawing him into the darkness and washing over his senses until there was nothing...

...and then there was the voice over the intercom, unfamiliar and stern, beckoning him to rise from his involuntary respite into unconsciousness. A foggy part of his mind grasped for clarity, finding the simple presence of a voice over an intercom as an expected turn of events - he had been on an airplane, after all - but as his eyes slowly opened to the stark greeting of harsh lighting and white walls he began to realize that he wasn't quite where he had thought himself to be, the haze clouding his mind refusing to reach for a ( ... )

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the_prosecutor May 5 2011, 03:15:40 UTC
There was nothing left to it then. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Edgeworth carefully moved to stand - a task easier said than done as his limbs weren't exactly at their most cooperative - and his brow furrowed as his gaze was drawn helplessly to the monstrosity of a uniform that he was wearing, the folds of it hitting his form awkwardly and the crispness of the coarse material dragging at his skin uncomfortably. The dog tag around his neck held his attention next, his right hand lifting it upward as his thumb brushed across the raised letters.

James Harrison
D Class
19190030M

...how fascinating.

Worse yet were the clothes that the nurse had dropped off, and as the prosecutor inspected them he found himself face to face with a horizontally striped t-shirt coupled with plain blue jeans, his expression deadpanning at the sheer horror of wearing something so...plebeian. The entire ensemble itself was enough to make Edgeworth's resolve waver, though after a few angry, hesitant moments he donned the outfit in full along ( ... )

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