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[The camera switches on to reveal Byers, holding onto the desk for support, giggling. He looks kind of... um. Stoned. He also sounds it, with the way he's slurring every other word.]

So Iiiii watched that surveliey... surval... the tape... and there were zombies. And people in the warehouse. And blood.

ALL OVER.

And I thought you guys were all just ( Read more... )

When Byers walks through the door from Milliways to the storage closet back into his office/home, it's only a few minutes after this and his clothes have thankfully changed back to normal.

He's as quiet as he can be, tiptoeing down the hall with his bag. By the act of some god, he doesn't fall, the floorboards don't creak, he doesn't make a single ( Read more... )

- November 22 -

You are very intellectual, and feel things very deeply. You are trustworthy and honest. Your friends love your dynamic personality and friendly nature.

( Read more... )

It's now 4 in the morning (the clock in the other room just chimed) and Byers hasn't slept a wink.

It's not his fault, really -- he just can't sleep.

He's in Boston, it's 1959, Niki is just a room away...

It's 1959.

It's the past.

And he?

He is head over heels for the woman in the next room -- head over heels like he's never been before.

He doubts he's ( Read more... )

( Shamelessly taken from Niki's journal! )

After this, Byers sneaks back into the warehouse through the storage closet-turned-portal, tiptoeing down the hall to his room.

He doesn't hear anyone typing, he doesn't hear rock music blaring --

"And at the end of this first half, the Giants are ahead of the Redskins by two touchdowns --"

CRAP.

He hurries to his room without making a sound, and ( Read more... )

Byers can't remember the last time he was this nervous.

He slips into Milliways sometime in the early afternoon, dressed (as always) to impress. His ensemble looks like this, only in grey with a navy blue tie.

(Cashmere is fancy.)

Other things that are fancy are Swarovski crystals, and Byers is quite satisfied with the necklace he chose for Niki, ( Read more... )

Guppy had patched (and cleaned) him up in no time, provided him with painkillers, and sent him on his way. The wound on his shoulder looked a lot worse than it was; it hurt, but there wasn't any nerve or muscle damage.

Byers was lucky.

He stumbled through Milliways with his bloodied shirt in a bag, rusty scalpel in another.

When he got home, he was ( Read more... )