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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[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. ]

[mistconduct]

Wait, what?

Dude, what the fuck?

What the fuck.

[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?

[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.

[Spam]

[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.