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Entry tags:
- [comm] lastvoyages,
- event: reboot,
- how do i have a q even here,
- i really hate this ship,
- i'm having a feel please make it stop,
- lisbeth is an antisocial q,
- little lord lannister,
- parker is the dorky q,
- sandoval is felix's replacement,
- seriously who goes by terminator,
- so stealthy he doesn't even realize,
- stealth dad,
- ugh the worst,
- who name's their son lark,
- why am i bothering with cassel,
- why am i bothering with chris
♠ | 008 | Spam + Voice
[Spam for Slade and Vesper]
[After running into Ivy, there was only one thing on James' mind. The gun was already in his hand, loaded, cocked, ready to fire. All he wanted, at the moment, all he really wanted was to get back to Ivy. But before he could return to her side, he had to find Vesper, and put a bullet between her eyes.
(Something twisted in his gut at the thought, something animalistic and furious and writhing. He ignored it.)
The gun swayed with his arms as he walked, stalked through the halls, heading for their rooms. Where would she be? Her room, most likely. He would open the door, hunt her down, shoot her, and that would be it. He could find Ivy again, and maybe if he accomplished the task quickly enough, he would let her stay with him. He felt sick, though whether it was because of the twisting or because he wasn't with her was anyone's guess. It wouldn't be long now, in any case. Her door was in sight, and the key card was out of his pocket and in the door a moment later, the green light blinking as he turned the knob and opened it almost silently.]
[Open spam for Zero]
[And some time later, James has been transported automatically to zero. And it hasn't been a good time for him. The first few minutes had been incredibly disorienting, between feeling desperate to get out, desperate to kill Vesper and find Ivy - but as the pheromones faded and he came back to himself, it got worse. Fury settled on him, and he paced, angry and tense, and so very willing to strangle her with his bare hands. He felt like an animal in a cage, he felt too big for his skin, and the old itch to take action was there, but he couldn't scratch it.
That was when the hallucinations had started.
It was slow, at first, but hit him hard. Between seeing Le Chiffre from the corner of his eyes, between hearing the bastard asking him over and over for the passcode, the temperature continued to fluctuate. It was freezing for a little while, then it was boiling, and he was sweating through his shirt so he tugged it off and tossed it aside, but that didn't help with the hallucinations.
He started hurting, after a few hours. Phantom pains that he knew weren't real, but felt agonizing nonetheless. His head pounded from the crash, and he could remember the crash so easily, just as easily as he could remember seeing Vesper lying in the road. He could almost remember how many times he'd flipped the car avoiding her. His teeth ached. He felt like he was bleeding, everywhere, but could find no proof of it. He was on fire. He was dying. But he just kept breathing, and I've got an itch down there and but you are so wrong...
When he finally can't shake it at all, when he feels like he's being struck with that knot of rope over and over, he drops to the ground and starts doing push ups, sweat pouring down his arms, and it feels like blood.]
[Filtered to Peter, Slade, Chris, Sandoval, Lisbeth, Lark and Tyrion]
[Some time after this thread.] Room ten, level six, if you need a safe place.
[Yeah, that's it. He will spend half the time guarding that door with a gun, while he's in, but given how shaken this whole thing has left him, he's on high alert, and really he just wants to know that everyone is alive and hasn't thrown themselves out a window yet. It's an odd way of checking in.
[After running into Ivy, there was only one thing on James' mind. The gun was already in his hand, loaded, cocked, ready to fire. All he wanted, at the moment, all he really wanted was to get back to Ivy. But before he could return to her side, he had to find Vesper, and put a bullet between her eyes.
(Something twisted in his gut at the thought, something animalistic and furious and writhing. He ignored it.)
The gun swayed with his arms as he walked, stalked through the halls, heading for their rooms. Where would she be? Her room, most likely. He would open the door, hunt her down, shoot her, and that would be it. He could find Ivy again, and maybe if he accomplished the task quickly enough, he would let her stay with him. He felt sick, though whether it was because of the twisting or because he wasn't with her was anyone's guess. It wouldn't be long now, in any case. Her door was in sight, and the key card was out of his pocket and in the door a moment later, the green light blinking as he turned the knob and opened it almost silently.]
[Open spam for Zero]
[And some time later, James has been transported automatically to zero. And it hasn't been a good time for him. The first few minutes had been incredibly disorienting, between feeling desperate to get out, desperate to kill Vesper and find Ivy - but as the pheromones faded and he came back to himself, it got worse. Fury settled on him, and he paced, angry and tense, and so very willing to strangle her with his bare hands. He felt like an animal in a cage, he felt too big for his skin, and the old itch to take action was there, but he couldn't scratch it.
That was when the hallucinations had started.
It was slow, at first, but hit him hard. Between seeing Le Chiffre from the corner of his eyes, between hearing the bastard asking him over and over for the passcode, the temperature continued to fluctuate. It was freezing for a little while, then it was boiling, and he was sweating through his shirt so he tugged it off and tossed it aside, but that didn't help with the hallucinations.
He started hurting, after a few hours. Phantom pains that he knew weren't real, but felt agonizing nonetheless. His head pounded from the crash, and he could remember the crash so easily, just as easily as he could remember seeing Vesper lying in the road. He could almost remember how many times he'd flipped the car avoiding her. His teeth ached. He felt like he was bleeding, everywhere, but could find no proof of it. He was on fire. He was dying. But he just kept breathing, and I've got an itch down there and but you are so wrong...
When he finally can't shake it at all, when he feels like he's being struck with that knot of rope over and over, he drops to the ground and starts doing push ups, sweat pouring down his arms, and it feels like blood.]
[Filtered to Peter, Slade, Chris, Sandoval, Lisbeth, Lark and Tyrion]
[Some time after this thread.] Room ten, level six, if you need a safe place.
[Yeah, that's it. He will spend half the time guarding that door with a gun, while he's in, but given how shaken this whole thing has left him, he's on high alert, and really he just wants to know that everyone is alive and hasn't thrown themselves out a window yet. It's an odd way of checking in.