Entry 3 [HOLO] Tattoo

[tattooedfacts]

Leonard's sat on the bed in his crummy motel room, adding to the Taxon tattoo he's given himself on his right inner forearm. He has the tablet open because he text stored some important information on there about how people arrive here, in a metal chamber and the whole transmat beam deal. Maybe if he remembered half the shit about Taxon besides

Comments

[voice]

[fudgingkillyou]

Having trouble there, Leonard? [You can almost hear him raising his eyebrows.]

[visual]

[tattooedfacts]

"Huh?" Leonard eyes the tablet. Well damn, when did that thing start broadcasting? He reaches for his shirt and starts to pull it on as soon as he heard Dean's voice.

"I spend my life having trouble." He answers cynically, "a bit of spilled ink isn't going to phase me." It's mostly true aswell, he's more annoyed that he forgot what the tattoo was supposed to be.

[fudgingkillyou]

I figured that from the last couple of conversations we had. Pretty sure you're gonna say no because you don't trust me and all that, but you need some help?

[tattooedfacts]

"Y'know if I had a fucking clue what I was supposed to be tattooing, I might have taken you up on that."

Voice

[lapsedsaint]

Looks painful. Maybe you should get someone else to help you with that.

[visual]

[tattooedfacts]

"You seen any tattoo parlors, round here?" Leonard answers, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Cos if there'd been one, I'd have gone."

Voice

[lapsedsaint]

Doesn't mean you couldn't have asked someone to do it for you.

[tattooedfacts]

"Right cos asking a bunch of strangers on a sci-fi communication device for help with something that could lead to blood poisoning is always top of my list."

Sorry John, he's seen a few of your entries, but he'll be damned if he can remember now.