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exsiliumlogs2013-05-08 06:14 pm
eyecontact) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-05-08 06:14 pm
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the highlight of my roleplaying career is now
Date & Time: 2004, 1:30 p.m.
Location: California, USA. a very dangerous place.
Characters: ctsv and Jericho
Summary: I ain't gotta explain shit
Warnings: Everything
The mission had been extremely short notice, delivered in a flurry of gestures, shouts, gigglesnorts, and a pungent smell Jericho couldn't really pinpoint (hint: it was booze). For all he knew? Jericho was doing something that was either set to determine the fate of all humanity or...or, heck. He didn't really know! That intern was all over the place, and even his tendency to repeat himself failed to shed much light on the situation. Whatever it was seemed to be soooo important and really, really good, but also the most important thing you'll EVER do!
Gosh.
Jericho tried to get a word in edgewise, but the intern didn't seem to read...anything, sign or letters or otherwise. So he could do little but trot to keep up as they hustled toward the machine, nodding and lifting gloved hands for the umpteenth time to confirm yes, he had brought his weapons and – lifting the tablet – yes, he had brought that, too. Good. Great!
Wait, what?
The itinerary was uploaded to his tablet, according to the staggering man smashing at keys here and there. And – oh, by the way – he would be working with a partner. And he was right over there, see!
Jericho squinted. He could barely attempt to ask before said partner was dropped...in his hands.
Oh! ctsv! How weird, but maybe he'd–
"GOOD LUCK!" the intern hooted just as he smashed his fist against a control panel.
Location: California, USA. a very dangerous place.
Characters: ctsv and Jericho
Summary: I ain't gotta explain shit
Warnings: Everything
The mission had been extremely short notice, delivered in a flurry of gestures, shouts, gigglesnorts, and a pungent smell Jericho couldn't really pinpoint (hint: it was booze). For all he knew? Jericho was doing something that was either set to determine the fate of all humanity or...or, heck. He didn't really know! That intern was all over the place, and even his tendency to repeat himself failed to shed much light on the situation. Whatever it was seemed to be soooo important and really, really good, but also the most important thing you'll EVER do!
Gosh.
Jericho tried to get a word in edgewise, but the intern didn't seem to read...anything, sign or letters or otherwise. So he could do little but trot to keep up as they hustled toward the machine, nodding and lifting gloved hands for the umpteenth time to confirm yes, he had brought his weapons and – lifting the tablet – yes, he had brought that, too. Good. Great!
Wait, what?
The itinerary was uploaded to his tablet, according to the staggering man smashing at keys here and there. And – oh, by the way – he would be working with a partner. And he was right over there, see!
Jericho squinted. He could barely attempt to ask before said partner was dropped...in his hands.
Oh! ctsv! How weird, but maybe he'd–
"GOOD LUCK!" the intern hooted just as he smashed his fist against a control panel.