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exsiliumlogs2013-12-02 05:41 am
cyphered) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-12-02 05:41 am
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its too 6 am for fancy song lyrics
Date & Time: December 1st
Location: West Wing, Mutiny-Lockdown Station
Characters: Nathan Drake and Charlie Cutter
Summary: what the fuck is happening
Warnings: uh.
[Its been less than twenty four hours and Nate has already had enough of whatever the hell is happening. He's stressed, he's exhausted, he's been met with several different types of strange (actual strange, not just "ancient myth" strange) and he's about ready to go back and curl up next to a fire on that broken down rail cart he had come from.
No, that wasn't quite right. Too dramatic -- too untimely. Slow your roll, Nate. Keep it together.
He didn't imagine this talk with Charlie would fix anything, but he can't help but grasp for something a bit more familiar now that he's been thrown into this chaos without any knowledge to back him up. Its new, unusual, and extremely uncomfortable.
Also, he was nearly fatally shot and almost caught frostbite. Nathan Drake needs a break.
Despite being soaked to the skin in blood on his left side, he waves off whichever guard gives him a look at the door. He hadn't expected to...well, have visitation with Charlie. It had been his expectation that he would need to do some sneaking and get him the hell out of dodge. This...he didn't know what this was.
So the second he locks eyes with Charlie, he sort of holds his hands out, forgetting momentarily that he'll probably need to wave Charlie's reaction to his state of dress as well. With nothing to do with them, he gestures to Charlie's head to try and break the ice.]
Jesus Charlie, did you install a mirror?
[Nailed it.]
Location: West Wing, Mutiny-Lockdown Station
Characters: Nathan Drake and Charlie Cutter
Summary: what the fuck is happening
Warnings: uh.
[Its been less than twenty four hours and Nate has already had enough of whatever the hell is happening. He's stressed, he's exhausted, he's been met with several different types of strange (actual strange, not just "ancient myth" strange) and he's about ready to go back and curl up next to a fire on that broken down rail cart he had come from.
No, that wasn't quite right. Too dramatic -- too untimely. Slow your roll, Nate. Keep it together.
He didn't imagine this talk with Charlie would fix anything, but he can't help but grasp for something a bit more familiar now that he's been thrown into this chaos without any knowledge to back him up. Its new, unusual, and extremely uncomfortable.
Also, he was nearly fatally shot and almost caught frostbite. Nathan Drake needs a break.
Despite being soaked to the skin in blood on his left side, he waves off whichever guard gives him a look at the door. He hadn't expected to...well, have visitation with Charlie. It had been his expectation that he would need to do some sneaking and get him the hell out of dodge. This...he didn't know what this was.
So the second he locks eyes with Charlie, he sort of holds his hands out, forgetting momentarily that he'll probably need to wave Charlie's reaction to his state of dress as well. With nothing to do with them, he gestures to Charlie's head to try and break the ice.]
Jesus Charlie, did you install a mirror?
[Nailed it.]
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