2.20 - Voice + Spam

[breakingmyheart]

[Spam for Edward Nygma]

[There's always a moment, a blurry few seconds between the end of a breach and the recollection of all that came before - time her mind spends reconciling the person she was during the flood and the person it knows her to truly be. The previous few days remain in as sharp relief as any other three days of her life - the rest rapidly begins to fade.

This time she was asleep when the ship righted itself, which adds an extra layer of confusion to the proceedings. She'd been in her apartment in Aeris Navem, she remembers inviting her lover and his archfoe with neither being aware that she'd have another visitor, she remembers a glass of wine and a little opium - not enough to blunt her memory or anyone's judgement, as such - and a conversation that concluded with her and Megamind and Edward.

As in. With Megamind and Edward.

Which means she's probably the last Torchwood agent to cross 'inadvisable threesome' off their sexual misadventures list.

She feels her cheeks burning and then it becomes evident that her face isn't the only source of heat in the room. (Her room, thank God for small mercies, with her clothes scattered across the floor in combination with a green suit.) She shifts very slightly, and two things become evident: firstly, she's naked. Secondly, hers is not the only naked body on her (thankfully, unfolded and hence more spacious than usual) sofabed.

Green suit. She already knows who it is but she rolls onto her side anyway and sees Edward, very close and apparently still asleep.

The blanket isn't really big enough for two people. Stealing it feels unkind and relinquishing it simply isn't happening. She clears her throat very quietly.]

Edward? Edward. Wake up.

[Stripped of the equipment and most of the space, her cabin is little more than a white-tiled cell and the sofabed is really the only furniture in there but someone else finding out how pathetically she lives is the last thing on her mind right now.]

[Public - Voice - Shortly after this thread]

[Tosh is not having a brilliant post-breach hangover. She sounds like she's either just finished crying or is trying very hard not to start.]

Megamind's dead. It - it looks like he was strangled, he has…he has claw marks, on his neck. There's - it smells like seawater, around where he was left and leading away.

I'm taking him to the Infirmary.

[She doesn't add 'can somebody please deal with the fact that there's possibly a new Inmate wandering around murdering people', firstly because she hopes it'll be taken as read and secondly because she doesn't think she can say it without losing it. The feed cuts off.]

[Spam for Megamind and also Bruce Banner a little]

[He's lighter than she is, and Tosh is barely stronger than average for her size but her mind feels so shot it doesn't even occur to her to ask for a stretcher or wait for one. Instead she carries him to the Infirmary, his body cradled against hers, the De-Gun settled in his lap.

Once she's got him in and settled in one of the empty beds she's got a little business of her own to attend to, but once that's done she's back at Megamind's bedside and waiting for him to come around.]

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[breakingmyheart]

No. Whoever it was, they'd gone by the time I got there. [She reaches up, pushing her thumb under the frame of her glasses to push away the wetness beneath her eyes.]

There's just - just a couple of things I need, after the breach. If you're not busy.

[lastincident]

I'm not busy.

[ So here he is, attentive. ]

What can I do for you?

[breakingmyheart]

[Well. In any other circumstances this would be utterly fucking mortifying and she would probably mumble her way through it with her eyes pinned to the floor, but right now she's at a level of emotional exhaustion that precludes shame.]

I need a shot of naltrexone. And a levonorgestrel pill. Please.

[There's still something a bit overly descriptive about the phrase 'morning after pill' that her mind's skittering away from, though.]

[lastincident]

Alright. Just have a seat and I'll be right back.

[ WELP; the joy of being the ship's doctor is you know all the fun things like -- fucking and fighting, and who is doing either to someone else. ]

[ But he nods, and goes to get the latter from a packet in the pharmacy, and then load up a syringe for the former. ]

[breakingmyheart]

[She sits down, and for a moment she thinks she might just like to drift off into semiconsciousness now the weight's off her feet. She doesn't know how real the breaches are - for all she knows the ghosts of opium in her veins are just that, and she doesn't need the detox. Or the contraceptives. On the other hand, death during breaches is certainly real; injuries are real, so why wouldn't sex and casual drug abuse be any less?

Then Dr. Banner's back, and she sighs softly and rolls up her sleeve.]

Thank you.

[lastincident]

[ Bruce returns, and with a brief murmured warning, gives her the shot and then hands her the packet and a water bottle. Delaying doesn't help anybody, so--may as well take care of it. ]

Would you-- like some juice? Tea?

[ Because honestly Tosh he just-- wants to mother-hen you. ]

[breakingmyheart]

[She takes the pill and a gulp of water, and shakes her head. She remembers what it was like, liking herself, knowing she was worth other people's time; that Toshiko was a different person. She was worth it, she wasn't - broken.]

The water's fine. Thank you. I'm just - I'm going to go and wait for Megamind to come round.

[Or at least wait to be displaced by Edward, because she knows who Megamind would rather wake up to.]

[megamind]

[ Bruce doesn't press, but he does watch from where he goes to work at his desk, a subtle presence, never quite gone but easily able to drift into the background and simply-- not quite be there. ]

[ Megamind? Is still a corpse, and remains one for a few more minutes as his flesh mends, his lungs reinflate-- and then he jerks to sudden miserable wakefulness, rolls over, and promptly vomits up blood and fluid. Thankfully, not on the side Tosh is on. That could have been even more awkward than this is already going to be. He gropes about-- one handed, finds his de-gun, and pulls it to his chest, coughing and wheezing. Every breath is like razors, and it's a struggle to get his lungs filled. ]

[ His first death toll had been simple: Prefect had him shot in the head. It had hurt. Intense migraines, but that was all. Dizziness and nausea. Thus? This was a slow, agonizing death and he has a feeling it's goig to be a long, agonizing death toll to pay for it. ]