Jan. 22nd, 2007 03:00 am
lyndawithay: (apprehensive/unnerved)
[personal profile] lyndawithay
*in the blackness, after having shot herself*

*tries to force herself to go in further*


Date: 2007-01-22 09:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No entry, ma'am!

Date: 2007-01-22 09:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Be quiet, Lynda Moss. The law of the darkness is perfect. It may not be questioned.

Date: 2007-01-22 09:56 am (UTC)
agent_harkness: (sad)
From: [personal profile] agent_harkness
*so distantly*


Date: 2007-01-22 10:08 am (UTC)
agent_harkness: (sad)
From: [personal profile] agent_harkness
No! Don't come closer!

*reaching through the void to you*

Date: 2007-01-22 10:14 am (UTC)
agent_harkness: (i sex you now)
From: [personal profile] agent_harkness
Hello, beautiful.

*grabs you and doesn't let go*

Date: 2007-01-22 10:38 am (UTC)
agent_harkness: (grief)
From: [personal profile] agent_harkness
*curls into a ball and doesn't move*

Date: 2007-01-22 10:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Guess you got a bit of a headache, huh.

Date: 2007-01-22 10:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*crouches down beside Jack*

Jack? You still with us, buddy?

Date: 2007-01-23 01:45 am (UTC)
agent_harkness: (grief)
From: [personal profile] agent_harkness
*alive, but cold as ice*

Date: 2007-01-23 01:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*on his way* I'll get you some aspirins, too, if those have been invented yet.

Date: 2007-01-23 02:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*returns along with Jimmy, clutching an icepack to his head -- juggling the blanket, the coffee, the laudanum bottle, a couple of extra icepacks, some damp cloths, and a tube of anti-itch cream grabbed in a complete panicked flap between them*


*trails off, proffering the blanket and gaping in mute sympathetic horror*

Date: 2007-01-23 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*offers you the laudanum and starts wrapping Jack in the blanket while James pours the coffee*

Should I ring for a doctor? Only I don't know if Doctor Holloway makes house calls across timezones, and I've yet to be convinced of Doctor Harper's success rate with live patients...

*tenderly starts wiping the blood on your temple with one of the damp cloths, held in a couple of tentacles, while he gets out a mobile phone from his pocket*

...and I can get them to bring down some proper painkillers and make sure there's no lingering damage, and oh dear you don't seem to have very good phone coverage out here...

*brushes your hair back tenderly, looks at you, and swallows hard*

*distracts himself by helping Jimmy get the coffee cup between Jack's lips*

Come on, Jack, here's your coffee, just the way you like it, double espresso with mocha and a cherry on top, well all right I lied but you'll have to drink it to find out and just...

...oh my.

*a thin layer of ice has formed on top of Jack's coffee, where it touched his lips*

Date: 2007-01-23 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Erm... Jack?

*strokes a tentacle gently around your ear*

Date: 2007-01-23 04:26 am (UTC)
agent_harkness: (grief)
From: [personal profile] agent_harkness
absolutely beautiful

Date: 2007-01-23 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*holds your face and head, caressing gently, little shivers now as his tentacles grow tiny tips of frost*

It's more beautiful here. Stay with us.

Date: 2007-01-23 04:29 am (UTC)
agent_harkness: (breathe)
From: [personal profile] agent_harkness
*starts laughing*

Hi, Lynda. Hi, Ood. Hey there, Jimmy.

Date: 2007-01-23 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*jumps when you laugh, spilling your coffee in all directions*

Date: 2007-01-23 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*bends down to look into Jack's face, fascinated*

Hello there.

Date: 2007-01-23 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*aside to Lynda*

Oh God, they're not going to be all cryptic again, are they...

*dunks icy tentacle-tips into the remains of the coffee to thaw them*

Date: 2007-01-23 10:47 am (UTC)
agent_harkness: (Default)
From: [personal profile] agent_harkness
Oh yeah. Or you could say, it found me.

Thanks, Lynda. Without you, I'd've been stuck out there forever. *kisses you on the cheek*

Date: 2007-01-23 11:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I gotta get moving. My suitcase is still back at the house and I gotta give Daniel the finger before I go.

Date: 2007-01-23 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That'd be kissing and telling. ;-)

*makes off*

Date: 2007-01-23 04:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, I can tell you're all right, more or less, that was just the wanting-to-kiss-it-and-make-it-all-better thing.

*gapes at the kiss* Speaking of which...

You know, if this is like hypothermia, he might need more contact than that...

Date: 2007-01-23 04:14 am (UTC)
agent_harkness: (grief)
From: [personal profile] agent_harkness
alone, alone on a wide, wide sea


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