breakingmyheart | 2.20 - Voice + Spam

[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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From:

lastincident

[ Bruce is a little bit surprised when Megamind's brought in-- the little man is crazy, but he tends to nurse his own hurts and avoids the infirmary with the verve of most heroic-types. Tosh, though. Tosh he knows. ]

You weren't attacked, were you? [ She looks alright. ]

[ For a certain value of alright. ]

From:

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.

From:

lastincident

I'm not busy.

[ So here he is, attentive. ]

What can I do for you?

Edited Date: 2013-07-15 11:30 pm (UTC)

From:

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.]

Edited Date: 2013-07-15 11:38 pm (UTC)

From:

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. ]

From:

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.

From:

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. ]

From:

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.]

From:

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. ]

Edited Date: 2013-07-16 12:25 am (UTC)

From:

mistconduct

Wait, what?

Dude, what the fuck?

What the fuck.

From:

breakingmyheart

[A short while later. Her voice is still kind of wobbly but not 'seconds away from having a breakdown' like it was earlier.]

He's in the Infirmary now.

I'm sorry.

From:

mistconduct

Oh my fucking god, are you serious?

Jesus christ, he makes it through the breach and gets fucked up on the Barge?

Fuck.

Fuck, when can I come see him?

From:

breakingmyheart

Soon. He's still -

[Dead. Right now.]

The Admiral is responsible for reviving Wardens.

From:

notdreaming

[ Murder? Exceedingly rare on Krypton. Like sickness and war everything else that could be shown to have significantly controllable factors it was bred out of the planet. Of course she's seen some things on Earth, but a month there compared to the rest of her life on Krypton shows as very little in her reaction. ]

Great Rao, what happened? Is there an animal loose?

From:

with_my_teacup

Well. [Riddick's lips purse.]

New boy just couldn't play nicely.

He's about six foot, two hundred pounds easy-- artificial leg, wooden. Hominid but not human, cephalopod features, crustacean-ish weaponized arm. Implied he was undead, so we need heavies or technological elements-- I'll get one of Rhade's grav traps and go make sure there's no more casualties.

From:

mistconduct

Well, he needs to step up his fucking game like, yesterday.

Fuck, what sort of fucking bullshit is this.

From:

breakingmyheart

[Very quietly:]

Thank you.

[For the reassurance, really. She knows enough about Riddick to trust that if he says the job's getting done, it'll get done.]

From:

insolubleriddle

[Eddie's awakening is sudden, and it takes clarity longer to filter though the memories of who he had been and who he currently was. He isn't in Toshiko's room, is his first thought, oblivious to how incorrect he really is. He had been in Toshiko's room, with -- with Megamind, hadn't he? And where were his goggles, why could he see without them? Why was it so quiet? He was pressing himself to the back of the couch before consciously prompting movement, trying to find something to understand in his surroundings. And he does, a second later, looking down at his naked form, and then turning his head to look at a similarly clothless Toshiko.

...Well then.]

Ah. Miss Sato. Or would that be too formal right now? Toshiko.

[His gaze lingers on her for a moment too long, much to his embarrassment, and he uncomfortably runs a hand over a scarred shoulder while glancing to the clothes strewn across the floor. There isn't much point in trying to hide his imperfections now, he supposes, but he will need to put on a shirt soon.]

I'm extremely cold.

From:

breakingmyheart

You're -

[Yeah the part of her that knows better than to get into arguments with teenage boys when emotions are running high on both sides is...not working.]

You're angry at him for getting killed? What the fuck is wrong with you?

From:

breakingmyheart

There's no heating in here. Erm.

[She knows, rationally, that she shouldn't be selfconscious. He's seen her naked. He's - done quite a bit more than see. But it wasn't exactly her and it wasn't exactly him and all she'd like to do right now is just dematerialise. And even though she's not really consciously aware of the way his eyes linger, she feels her cheeks heat up that little bit more.]

Our clothes are - do you mind?

[She moves to sit up and if he's a decent human being his options are to close his eyes or turn away.]