[ Following the network glitching, sputtering, and then failing completely - not to mention the frequent guest appearances put in routinely - using the mirror she was given feels like a much safer and more secure line of communication, and she's retroactively annoyed with herself for not relying on it more in the past. She still isn't entirely sure how it works, and as such, when she does call a somewhat uncertain Hello? into the glass, the picture that Severus should receive immediately following - or perhaps before, during, and after - is the splash of Claire's nose and eyes, eyebrows knit nearly together, skin creased in the middle. Uncertain because she's not sure if it's going to work. Uncertain because she's not sure he's even going to be up to responding in the first place. ]
Edited (edit because i have conquered page 5 hooray!) 2014-11-03 23:59 (UTC)
[ Instant communication is still strange, even in a magical sense. Severus has given up trying to read his comms device, but after a little while he thinks he hears something so-- ]
Claire? [ Wherever he is, it's too dark to make out much beyond the basic shapes of his face, still bandaged as they are. ]
Claire? [ Wherever he is, it's too dark to make out much beyond the basic shapes of his face, still bandaged as they are. ]
It's not terribly long after their conversation in Medical that Lily gives in and goes to see Severus in the labs: there is something Wrong with the way he's acting, if only meaning that he hasn't kept anything from her since she's arrived but now there's... something.
Something she doesn't know, and it's eating at her.
It isn't to say that she wants to invade his privacy, but more that it's something that involves her and she needs to find out what it is. She had ideas but they're probably wrong and as awkward or painful as it'll probably be, she's got to ask him. Which is why she pulls herself away from her shift when she gets the chance, taking some much-needed time out for probably something a little more stressful than just going to relax in her room.
She also knows that Severus is keenly aware of his surroundings but she raps her knuckles on the door frame as she passes through to where he's working anyway out of politeness.
"Hi," she says quietly, instinct, only slightly less awkward than the last time that was all she could think to open with.
Something she doesn't know, and it's eating at her.
It isn't to say that she wants to invade his privacy, but more that it's something that involves her and she needs to find out what it is. She had ideas but they're probably wrong and as awkward or painful as it'll probably be, she's got to ask him. Which is why she pulls herself away from her shift when she gets the chance, taking some much-needed time out for probably something a little more stressful than just going to relax in her room.
She also knows that Severus is keenly aware of his surroundings but she raps her knuckles on the door frame as she passes through to where he's working anyway out of politeness.
"Hi," she says quietly, instinct, only slightly less awkward than the last time that was all she could think to open with.
Keenly aware though he is, Severus is, for a time, lost in thought taking stock of newly appeared chemistry equipment; much of it crosses over with things he can use for potion-making. The clink of glass and the rapid train of his thought process obscure precise footsteps, though he's aware of someone approaching him. A beaker is set on a shelf directly over Hi, and Severus registers female, and familiar, and given routine and timing--
"Going to make good on those threats, Ms Bennet? --Fuck."
He turns his head on Bennet and the tone of voice he was using (one definitely not suited to a sisterly friend) immediately aborts into one of moderate panic. His face goes a bit red and he snaps his head back towards the lab equipment, litany of swear words continuing silently. "Sorry. Hi. Lily."
KILL ME NOW is basically blinking over his head in neon lights, oh my wizard god.
"Going to make good on those threats, Ms Bennet? --Fuck."
He turns his head on Bennet and the tone of voice he was using (one definitely not suited to a sisterly friend) immediately aborts into one of moderate panic. His face goes a bit red and he snaps his head back towards the lab equipment, litany of swear words continuing silently. "Sorry. Hi. Lily."
KILL ME NOW is basically blinking over his head in neon lights, oh my wizard god.
This message is to inform you on behalf of the medical team that we will be making records of your recent injuries and only these records specifically available to Security for the purposes of investigation into mural tampering. You will be informed again by myself if your records are accessed at any point in any investigations, and if you have any concerns about your information and its availability, I maintain regular office hours where I will be happy to discuss the matter in further detail.
Your recovery and comfort are a priority to our team.
- Dr M. Gallo
Your recovery and comfort are a priority to our team.
- Dr M. Gallo
Why the fuck was William in SEC custody?
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S. Snape: Is this a passenger? [ saved & attached convo; public subthread only. ]
N. Petrelli: Pirate, not passenger. Laurens warned us to get off the ship while we could, back at Arima. He's also dead.
S. Snape: Chatty for a ghost.
N. Petrelli: Time can do that to people. Maybe I'll see if I can speak to him...assuming I can find a moment to try.
Laurens and I go way back. His crew assumed I was in command when they boarded the ship, and I urged him to reconsider his actions, after all the people on board vastly overpowered and outnumbered his own. It was a bloodbath. Out of sixty of them less than a dozen survived, and when they were taken into custody, Ward slid into secure holding and slaughtered them all in cold blood.
I stood over Laurens' cold dead corpse myself and swore to find Ward and exact justice for those murders. I took Laurens' bracelet. There's enough of him left inside for him to remember that it's his, and who gave it to him. He's there, but he's not.
S. Snape: How did you come know it was Ward?
Ghosts are commonplace for my society. We have one that teachers history. Unfinished business, be it desperate or benign; they behave like exaggerated impressions of themselves. Accurate in broad strokes but not the finer details. Other things fill the gaps. Habits, compulsions. Answers to history exams.
N. Petrelli: There's a recording of him doing it. Smiley saw that we got it. They'd been gone before then, but after that Ward and Resnik seemed to go into hiding. He was doing the dirty work for her, though, like she had power over him.
I don't know if I'd call it unfinished business. The only thing he wants he can never do--leave this helltrap. He's a part of it now, and from what he's saying: so, apparently, are we. Laurens was never so chatty before though. And his reasons for directing us have to be considered suspect.
S. Snape: I'll have to rewatch it.
We are part of the ship. That, or we are too contaminated with its influence to leave yet. I'd say we should have all stayed on Arima, but between the compulsion and the native reaction, I don't believe it was even possible.
N. Petrelli: It's audio only, but effectively it's what it sounds like. Ward silenced them in order to keep them from telling us any more than they already had, but he didn't seem that happy to do it.
S. Snape: I'm inherently skeptical of recordings, they seem awfully easy to manufacture. But I imagine that's largely due to living in a society that does not engage with technology at all. Resnik is the engineer, correct?
N. Petrelli: You need a reason for, not only falsifying the recording, but also killing the pirates. Laurens knows he's dead, I know he's dead--that part isn't in any question.
So she says. We've learned that you don't need actual engineering skills to repair the jump engines. Our current theory is she was a high ranking prisoner, Gallagher's wife in fact. In any event, Ward wasn't the damn captain, either.
Smiley likes chaos. He's been known to encourage it--and the more broken we are, the more excited it gets.
S. Snape: I'm inclined to question everything.
But they know something. Perhaps even something true.
Smiley needs to get a bloody life. And think about something besides the rivers of Hades, probably.
N. Petrelli: Oh, they know. They know everything. But talking is another matter entirely. It's like they're stuck. You've seen it with Smiley, haven't you? Ask the same question get the same answer. Not almost the same answer--the same answer completely.
When Neal Caffrey came back I thought it was like...the ability to be straight had been taken clean out of his mind. But then I didn't really know him before he went nuts, so maybe he was like that before. Maybe he had an agenda all of his own. But it fit in with how Smiley acted, the constant dodging around. No matter how often you said 'lay it out for me', there was always obtuseness that you couldn't get past.
Laurens is the same. And you know, old hands like me, we get frustrated by the riddles. After all this time all we want is some of the mist to clear, when all it seems to do is thicken.
S. Snape: It's actually a behavior pattern I've seen and even studied before at home, believe it or not. There exist many types of enchantments to protect secrets or ensure that promises are made unbreakable (on pain of death, usually). People unable to explain, reveal, or betray a certain thing, bound by a force beyond them.
No one's ever managed to come up with the perfect way to crack it. My best advice for a theory is put together everything they are saying, and see if you can make anything out from the only thing they very much aren't.
N. Petrelli: Really? First hand experience of this sort of enchantment definitely trumps my list of positives.
S. Snape: It doesn't necessarily mean it's the same thing. It just means I'm not as immediately baffled by descriptions of such behavior. I don't know what manner of science could do something similar.
[ ooc: this is taken from a convo with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cargojet, reformatted to share ic minus personal info about various pcs/nathan's children that the convo was also about that severus wouldn't hand out. this is all the pertinent laurens info in it. ]
N. Petrelli: Pirate, not passenger. Laurens warned us to get off the ship while we could, back at Arima. He's also dead.
S. Snape: Chatty for a ghost.
N. Petrelli: Time can do that to people. Maybe I'll see if I can speak to him...assuming I can find a moment to try.
Laurens and I go way back. His crew assumed I was in command when they boarded the ship, and I urged him to reconsider his actions, after all the people on board vastly overpowered and outnumbered his own. It was a bloodbath. Out of sixty of them less than a dozen survived, and when they were taken into custody, Ward slid into secure holding and slaughtered them all in cold blood.
I stood over Laurens' cold dead corpse myself and swore to find Ward and exact justice for those murders. I took Laurens' bracelet. There's enough of him left inside for him to remember that it's his, and who gave it to him. He's there, but he's not.
S. Snape: How did you come know it was Ward?
Ghosts are commonplace for my society. We have one that teachers history. Unfinished business, be it desperate or benign; they behave like exaggerated impressions of themselves. Accurate in broad strokes but not the finer details. Other things fill the gaps. Habits, compulsions. Answers to history exams.
N. Petrelli: There's a recording of him doing it. Smiley saw that we got it. They'd been gone before then, but after that Ward and Resnik seemed to go into hiding. He was doing the dirty work for her, though, like she had power over him.
I don't know if I'd call it unfinished business. The only thing he wants he can never do--leave this helltrap. He's a part of it now, and from what he's saying: so, apparently, are we. Laurens was never so chatty before though. And his reasons for directing us have to be considered suspect.
S. Snape: I'll have to rewatch it.
We are part of the ship. That, or we are too contaminated with its influence to leave yet. I'd say we should have all stayed on Arima, but between the compulsion and the native reaction, I don't believe it was even possible.
N. Petrelli: It's audio only, but effectively it's what it sounds like. Ward silenced them in order to keep them from telling us any more than they already had, but he didn't seem that happy to do it.
S. Snape: I'm inherently skeptical of recordings, they seem awfully easy to manufacture. But I imagine that's largely due to living in a society that does not engage with technology at all. Resnik is the engineer, correct?
N. Petrelli: You need a reason for, not only falsifying the recording, but also killing the pirates. Laurens knows he's dead, I know he's dead--that part isn't in any question.
So she says. We've learned that you don't need actual engineering skills to repair the jump engines. Our current theory is she was a high ranking prisoner, Gallagher's wife in fact. In any event, Ward wasn't the damn captain, either.
Smiley likes chaos. He's been known to encourage it--and the more broken we are, the more excited it gets.
S. Snape: I'm inclined to question everything.
But they know something. Perhaps even something true.
Smiley needs to get a bloody life. And think about something besides the rivers of Hades, probably.
N. Petrelli: Oh, they know. They know everything. But talking is another matter entirely. It's like they're stuck. You've seen it with Smiley, haven't you? Ask the same question get the same answer. Not almost the same answer--the same answer completely.
When Neal Caffrey came back I thought it was like...the ability to be straight had been taken clean out of his mind. But then I didn't really know him before he went nuts, so maybe he was like that before. Maybe he had an agenda all of his own. But it fit in with how Smiley acted, the constant dodging around. No matter how often you said 'lay it out for me', there was always obtuseness that you couldn't get past.
Laurens is the same. And you know, old hands like me, we get frustrated by the riddles. After all this time all we want is some of the mist to clear, when all it seems to do is thicken.
S. Snape: It's actually a behavior pattern I've seen and even studied before at home, believe it or not. There exist many types of enchantments to protect secrets or ensure that promises are made unbreakable (on pain of death, usually). People unable to explain, reveal, or betray a certain thing, bound by a force beyond them.
No one's ever managed to come up with the perfect way to crack it. My best advice for a theory is put together everything they are saying, and see if you can make anything out from the only thing they very much aren't.
N. Petrelli: Really? First hand experience of this sort of enchantment definitely trumps my list of positives.
S. Snape: It doesn't necessarily mean it's the same thing. It just means I'm not as immediately baffled by descriptions of such behavior. I don't know what manner of science could do something similar.
[ ooc: this is taken from a convo with
cargojet, reformatted to share ic minus personal info about various pcs/nathan's children that the convo was also about that severus wouldn't hand out. this is all the pertinent laurens info in it. ][So it's taken a while but Cesare has figured out that Severus is quite a damn good ally to have. As such, with a bottle of wine swiped from the bar, Cesare sends him a message. Dinner date? Y/Y?]
If my memory serves me right, you have a fondness for merlot. I happen to have some on my person. Care to share?
If my memory serves me right, you have a fondness for merlot. I happen to have some on my person. Care to share?
[The day before the jump always collects an increasing sense of anticipation, a wariness that lingers in tension, in speed. People don't stop their work, but they slow, get distracted like they might have to drop what they're doing at any moment.
Taylor prefers to stay as buried in work as she can, stop herself from thinking what might come next, what might be waiting on the other side of this jump. Normally that would be reviewing reports, patrolling, but it's the mural assault investigations that take priority right now, and so she's here: walking through the science labs unannounced, looking for Severus Snape.
There are two tablet devices under her arm, three dogs following neatly on her heels, and a slight pinch of wariness between her brows as she scans her gaze over the worktables and stations. The last time she'd been here, a manticore had almost ripped her spine out - but then, she's not particularly happy about the matter she's currently here to discuss, either. She knows what happened to his face: finding Snape will be an immediate presentation of evidence, and as much as she isn't turning away from it, the weight of something close to disappointment is already cold and heavy in her middle.]
Taylor prefers to stay as buried in work as she can, stop herself from thinking what might come next, what might be waiting on the other side of this jump. Normally that would be reviewing reports, patrolling, but it's the mural assault investigations that take priority right now, and so she's here: walking through the science labs unannounced, looking for Severus Snape.
There are two tablet devices under her arm, three dogs following neatly on her heels, and a slight pinch of wariness between her brows as she scans her gaze over the worktables and stations. The last time she'd been here, a manticore had almost ripped her spine out - but then, she's not particularly happy about the matter she's currently here to discuss, either. She knows what happened to his face: finding Snape will be an immediate presentation of evidence, and as much as she isn't turning away from it, the weight of something close to disappointment is already cold and heavy in her middle.]
[ Xenogen's premises is exactly where Tyke suggested they set up camp so many months ago, but perhaps less sinister-looking than is expected by some parties. It's a bit lived in versus the intended sterile monolith aesthetic, with personal affects and notes stuck to walls and desks. They're a small department, but they make the effort to work together, even if it's rag-tag.
But indeed: the day before the jump leaves this place more or less deserted. Severus is only here to make sure his projects are properly put away and spoiled potions ingredients are disposed of - the power failure cut short some work, and he hadn't been in a state to get back to any of it in good time. It's clear he's not in the middle of anything pressing when he walks into the hallway, attention caught by footfalls and tell-tale dog noises. ]
What's the occasion?
[ He'd raise an eyebrow but half of his face is still taped up, grim decoration around his already obvious exhaustion. He assumes, of course, she's here about the reports Medical decided to take action on, but part of him can't help but be wary and wonder anyway. Tyke and her furry entourage could be here to grill him about William's stupidity, for all he knows. ]
But indeed: the day before the jump leaves this place more or less deserted. Severus is only here to make sure his projects are properly put away and spoiled potions ingredients are disposed of - the power failure cut short some work, and he hadn't been in a state to get back to any of it in good time. It's clear he's not in the middle of anything pressing when he walks into the hallway, attention caught by footfalls and tell-tale dog noises. ]
What's the occasion?
[ He'd raise an eyebrow but half of his face is still taped up, grim decoration around his already obvious exhaustion. He assumes, of course, she's here about the reports Medical decided to take action on, but part of him can't help but be wary and wonder anyway. Tyke and her furry entourage could be here to grill him about William's stupidity, for all he knows. ]
Recon - Jump Cycle 36
Report compiled by S. Snape
Both teams departed on jump day 2.
Both teams experienced phenomenon reported in previous documentation such as the sensation of walking downward through altitude changes, and an increased feeling of paranoia, and unidentified noises. Noises are described as distant rumbling and groaning, and happened intermittently over the course of what is estimated to be 24 hours within the first few days of departure. Communications began to fail on the third day of the excursion, with (passenger-made) network failing first, followed by the failure of magical communicators. Magical communicators malfunctioned by showing distorted, "mask-like" reflections of the person trying to use them.
Both teams reported murals in the hallways that increased in density as time went on, composed of figures of hands in red and black. Photographs of these and all other murals are attached to this report.
Team 1: E. Lehnsherr, C. Bennet, Natasi
Returned: near Medbay after 7 days
Unique observations:
Team 2: C. Anderson, J. Mason, L. Potter
Returned: near the Oxygen Gardens after 7 days
Unique Observations:
[ Attached files: Photographs of all murals, the bloodstained chamber, and the map. A drawing of the map done by Lehnsherr during the excursion, and several sketches of various rooms contributed by both teams. ]
Report compiled by S. Snape
Both teams departed on jump day 2.
Both teams experienced phenomenon reported in previous documentation such as the sensation of walking downward through altitude changes, and an increased feeling of paranoia, and unidentified noises. Noises are described as distant rumbling and groaning, and happened intermittently over the course of what is estimated to be 24 hours within the first few days of departure. Communications began to fail on the third day of the excursion, with (passenger-made) network failing first, followed by the failure of magical communicators. Magical communicators malfunctioned by showing distorted, "mask-like" reflections of the person trying to use them.
Both teams reported murals in the hallways that increased in density as time went on, composed of figures of hands in red and black. Photographs of these and all other murals are attached to this report.
Team 1: E. Lehnsherr, C. Bennet, Natasi
Returned: near Medbay after 7 days
Unique observations:
- Corridor with one large archway at the end, abrupt end to all murals
- Cavernous room with unmeasurable dimensions; estimated 70-90 hours to traverse entire area of room
- Smaller corridor leading to a chamber covered in bloodstains and containing a painting of a map on one wall (see attached files)
Team 2: C. Anderson, J. Mason, L. Potter
Returned: near the Oxygen Gardens after 7 days
Unique Observations:
- Narrow corridor leading to cathedral-sized room covered wall to ceiling in murals depicting large animals destroying populated planets (see attached files)
- Second narrow corridor leading to cathedral-sized room covered floor to ceiling in murals depicting a violent battle between hundreds of people (see attached files)
- Mural depicting a black vortex with a red figure reaching out from it, and a distorted, blocky figure with nineteen heads; distortion suggests prior attempt to remove (see attached files)
[ Attached files: Photographs of all murals, the bloodstained chamber, and the map. A drawing of the map done by Lehnsherr during the excursion, and several sketches of various rooms contributed by both teams. ]
[ OOC reference links: bloodstained area / map, void drawing (note described changes: all red, + distorted second figure), recon log. If anyone who was involved comments to this with added/updated info or corrections please consider it as being in the report. ]
Edited 2014-11-21 13:26 (UTC)
[ Whenever Severus has the next opportunity to check his comm, he will find the following cluster of messages, beginning a day or so after disappearing to find William. ]
08.23
Checked on Rey. She seems okay. More bored than anything. Lily and I are taking turns checking in with her. Medbay's a disaster. Staying afloat, though.
23.17
Message has failed to send. Try again?
07.35
Message has failed to send. Try again?
05.46
I think people are starting to figure things out, how to improve the situation without people getting hurt. I've been talking to Colbert in SEC about it. Hopefully by the time you get back, we'll all have things under control.
22.26
Message has failed to send. Try again?
13.02
Let me know when you're back.
08.23
Checked on Rey. She seems okay. More bored than anything. Lily and I are taking turns checking in with her. Medbay's a disaster. Staying afloat, though.
23.17
Message has failed to send. Try again?
07.35
Message has failed to send. Try again?
05.46
I think people are starting to figure things out, how to improve the situation without people getting hurt. I've been talking to Colbert in SEC about it. Hopefully by the time you get back, we'll all have things under control.
22.26
Message has failed to send. Try again?
13.02
Let me know when you're back.
[ Severus reads them, some of them delayed-- if she has a moment to look it's staggered, how they go from Delivered to Read. He's doing it in between calling other people; he has to get to Colbert and to Charles and the other psychics, to those he left locked in closets, time-sensitive issues that have to take priority over what he might want.
But without fail-- ]
I'm fine.
But without fail-- ]
I'm fine.
[Sixth floor, kitchen, that's where Seraphim is when she is cornered by a very angry, growling bit of mistletoe, without an angel guardian anywhere in sight and her slate doing nothing but annoying it.
Anyone who walks by can probably hear her trying to hit it and missing.]
Anyone who walks by can probably hear her trying to hit it and missing.]
[ Severus still has an awful headache - preventing a two thousand year old telepath from wrecking every mind on the ship and getting grabbed by Rogue will do that even to an Occlumens of his skill. So he's done exactly what he told himself he wouldn't do, and Apparated. And missed.
Of course.
Walking briskly down the sixth floor corridor towards the lifts with an annoyed look on his face seems more like something Professor Snape would do looming around Hogwarts. His black-clad figure swoops by the kitchen entrance at first, but then-- stops. Backs up. ]
--the bleeding hell?
Of course.
Walking briskly down the sixth floor corridor towards the lifts with an annoyed look on his face seems more like something Professor Snape would do looming around Hogwarts. His black-clad figure swoops by the kitchen entrance at first, but then-- stops. Backs up. ]
--the bleeding hell?
[ Severus does not respond right away, but when he does, it's - surprisingly - voice in kind. He still doesn't like it much, but his head's been hurting enough that he's willing to lay off squinting at tiny screens here and there. ]
Takes more than that. [ Dryly. ] Which side of the ordeal did you fall on?
Takes more than that. [ Dryly. ] Which side of the ordeal did you fall on?
Been told you have Tsang contained.
That he caused the sleepwalking incident.
That he caused the sleepwalking incident.
Yes.
[ Audio attachment: This convo.
ooc i know how badly belated this is but i figured it should at least have something D8 unsure which threads to pick up, let me know? ]
[ Audio attachment: This convo.
ooc i know how badly belated this is but i figured it should at least have something D8 unsure which threads to pick up, let me know? ]
[On his doorstep, he will find a basket with a folded blanket tucked inside. (And, yes, she found a way to dye the thread in the various shapes/letters/numbers.) There are also a variety of herbs that are ground perfectly for making tea. To complete the gift, a note is tied to one of the basket's handles:]
Professor,
I'm sure you will find a use for these gifts. Happy Christmas.
- Hermione
Professor,
I'm sure you will find a use for these gifts. Happy Christmas.
- Hermione
Edited 2014-12-31 09:12 (UTC)
heeeeeey, so, i have a question. it's about magic and what you can do with it. i guess it's not so much a question as it is a favor. can i ask you a favor?
[ Her intention had been to plastic wrap a corner of the cake she and Darcy had managed to collaborate on and then bring it back to her room in order to stare at it intermittently over the next several hours before ultimately deciding to just throw it away rather than deliver it to its intended target. But the path from the kitchen back to her room had been cut in half by the sound of two voices moving down the hall, around the corner, and while she couldn't have been positive as to who, exactly, the voices belonged to - or if they were real or not - they sounded familiar and British enough to divert her path away from her ultimate destination and duck down the nearest alternative.
So it's sort of an accident that she ends up on one of the lifts at all, though it's decidedly less of an accident that she selects the floor that she does and beings the steady climb up to ten. As she's gotten used to by now, the silence that eats up the majority of her trip is tense and resentful, almost like she has pissed off someone else in the lift by simply stepping into their private ride. Of course there's no one in there to be on the business end of an unwarranted scowl, so Claire just keeps her eyes focused on the door in front of her, feeling the floors climb by under her feet until the lifts stops and the door rolls open.
She steps out into the hallway without paying much attention or looking up from the weird lump of plastic-wrapped cake in her hand and literally trods right on Severus Snape's foot. ]
Shit. [ Really? So awkward. ] Sorry.
So it's sort of an accident that she ends up on one of the lifts at all, though it's decidedly less of an accident that she selects the floor that she does and beings the steady climb up to ten. As she's gotten used to by now, the silence that eats up the majority of her trip is tense and resentful, almost like she has pissed off someone else in the lift by simply stepping into their private ride. Of course there's no one in there to be on the business end of an unwarranted scowl, so Claire just keeps her eyes focused on the door in front of her, feeling the floors climb by under her feet until the lifts stops and the door rolls open.
She steps out into the hallway without paying much attention or looking up from the weird lump of plastic-wrapped cake in her hand and literally trods right on Severus Snape's foot. ]
Shit. [ Really? So awkward. ] Sorry.
[ Shit?
Oh.
Severus looks about as startled as he ever looks, eyes briefly wide. He was lost in his own tangled thoughts, waiting for the lift and brooding instead of Apparating. He's dressed too casual to be going back to work, and on top of that, his green and grey scarf is tucked over one shoulder. Not really wearing it. Transporting it. ]
I was just-- [ What was he doing? Going to see her. Or, rather, going to level 005 then maybe immediately leaving, if it wasn't abandoned. Or maybe he's stewing in guilt. It's not like he needed Darcy for that, anyway. ] --Sorry.
[ He steps back.
(His foot is fine.) ]
Oh.
Severus looks about as startled as he ever looks, eyes briefly wide. He was lost in his own tangled thoughts, waiting for the lift and brooding instead of Apparating. He's dressed too casual to be going back to work, and on top of that, his green and grey scarf is tucked over one shoulder. Not really wearing it. Transporting it. ]
I was just-- [ What was he doing? Going to see her. Or, rather, going to level 005 then maybe immediately leaving, if it wasn't abandoned. Or maybe he's stewing in guilt. It's not like he needed Darcy for that, anyway. ] --Sorry.
[ He steps back.
(His foot is fine.) ]
[ It'll be some several hours after the network post went up, and Draco has spent that time absorbed in his task, breaking from Dr Gallo's watch to go sullenly sit in his room and drink terrible space coffee with a thousand yard stare at the opposite wall before going out again. It would be a mistake to call it guilt that drives this sudden show of work ethic, or even particular amounts of grandstanding, considering he's avoiding people at all costs.
He genuinely wants to be the one to catch it, for whatever bloody reason.
But finally, a text, scooted across the line he imagines newly drawn between himself and Professor Snape-- ]
I killed it
I know that's not possible but it died and vanished
it wasn't responding to the counter curse either
He genuinely wants to be the one to catch it, for whatever bloody reason.
But finally, a text, scooted across the line he imagines newly drawn between himself and Professor Snape-- ]
I killed it
I know that's not possible but it died and vanished
it wasn't responding to the counter curse either
How much do you know about what's on the ship?
( You speak in unlocked transmissions..... also wizard things. She wants answers from reasonable sources )
( You speak in unlocked transmissions..... also wizard things. She wants answers from reasonable sources )
Edited 2015-01-26 15:44 (UTC)
all right?
[ It's probably telling, the lack of capitals, that she's haggard and tired. She knows, logically, that Severus is probably fine.
She still checks. ]
[ It's probably telling, the lack of capitals, that she's haggard and tired. She knows, logically, that Severus is probably fine.
She still checks. ]
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