(Untitled)

[j_murdoch]

*A dark-haired man sits brooding at the end of a pier on Shell Beach, watching--no, making--the sun go down. Somehow the existence of the sunlight makes the days seem shorter and more urgent. He gets tired now, more tired than he can remember getting before. But memory's a tricky thing in this City, so he just tries to ignore his doubts and do

Comments

[dr_schreber]

Schreber limps his way up the pier, puffing and panting because he has hurried all the way from the gate down in the Stranger's old labs. He lurches to a halt a few feet away, hesitant to interrupt, and leans shakily on the railing. Schreber mops his face off with a handkerchief and watches Murdoch with worried eyes.

[j_murdoch]

*without looking away from the water* Any luck?

[dr_schreber]

"I... well I haven't found the... world itself, no, but... Oh John I've had an awful... thought and I had to come tell you..." He sounds genuinely distressed, more out of breath than usual. "But I'm not sure how... to explain. It's this Nexus... place..."

[j_murdoch]

*winces inwardly, but only glances at him briefly and nods, moving over to make room for him at the end of the pier* Sit down. Take deep breaths...or...something.
*picks up a bottle of bourbon from beside him and offers it to Schreber. It is mostly full; clearly he's been drinking, but not to the point of intoxication.*