#&& ;; ic | verse [001]

[rengineer]

Hallloooo Emginet did you know zhat I have stopped sleeping because feankkyi know wverydxhing und I knkw slll

@medic-on-red

First of all, he's an engineer. He solves problems practically, tackling issues once and for all (maybe that's why he's so fond of guns).

With that said, tranquilizing this man to sleep might not be a bad idea.

" Has err— y'know doc, I've always wondered why do you refuse to sleep— nightmares, was it? Or somethin' else? " The Engineer’s tone isn’t annoyed, just genuinely curious. He’s seen this pattern long enough to know it’s not just a fluke. Sure, he knows the Medic can be a bit, well, ‘unhinged’ — if that’s the right word — but he’s still a crucial part of the team. And, whether he’d say it or not, Dell cares enough to want to figure this out. Maybe even come up with a fix if he can.

[deadsmart]

He's sat at his desk , slouching a little more than he'd NORMALLY allow , because it's just the two of them . Edwin had been scribbling notes in his pocket book , hand PAUSING mid word as eyes lift to look at Charles across the room from under a knotted brow.

❝ I find myself UNSURE of what you're asking me ❞ Pen lifts off of paper , hovering mid-air , held by a relaxed wrist . ❝ We're the DEAD boy detective agency ( ... ) we work DEAD people cases . ❞ There's a smile in his eyes , if only because he knows FULL well what he's asking ( ... ) why he's asking . He's gotten attached to another one of his HUMANS .

❝ The last time you brought a LIVING being into our agency , I could not get the blood out of the rug for THREE YEARS , Charles . ❞

@deadbrawn //

[eievuimultimuse]

@eyeknowmayhem | CLOSED STARTER ( from SUPERFLY; for MONDO ! )

     IT WAS SUNRISE when the fly mutant arrived back at the truly abandoned shipyard for the third morning in a row. It was kinda CRAZY to think it’d only been THREE DAYS since he’d finally escaped. Three days out of a whopping SIX MONTHS. Six months since they turned him back, since he was no more than a fly in a jar, since his FAMILY turned against him . . .six months since he lost everything.

     He’d made it part of his new habit to wander New York’s streets at night and to return here during the day so as to not get caught by any humans. He only used it to have a safe place to crash at this point, feeling exhausted after staying awake and alert all night. Not like he had much reason to use it for anything other than sleep; not when it was so…EMPTY now, save for some few things. He knew it wasn’t the smartest thing, frequenting a spot like this. He knew it made him more likely to get caught in the long run. But truthfully…he didn’t have anywhere else to go.

     When he enters the cavernous abode, he’s got a duffle bag strapped over his shoulder — just some items he nabbed while he was out, things that he needed to, y’know…LIVE. He plans on just taking it and himself to his room  ( which, surprisingly, seemed to be only part of the place that remained mostly intact. guess they didn’t care enough to clean it out like they did the rest of the place )  before settling down to sleep the day hours away. Sleep away the day, just to wake up by nightfall and do the whole thing over agai—

     Shortly upon entering, he suddenly pauses full stop, antennae twitching suspiciously. He swears that he hears something.  ( Maybe it’s just the lack of sleep getting to him ? )  No, he really does. Or, at least, he senses that something’s amiss. There aren’t any immediately noticeable changes to the place, yet he can’t help but feel that something’s changed regardless. Someone’s been in here in his absence.  ( Shit. Did they find him again already ? ) 

     Paranoid thoughts running through his mind, he ditches the bag — simply lets it drop to the floor, to which it lands quietly — to go investigating.  ( He’s honestly not sure if he has the stamina to go for a round two with these guys if push comes to shove — they certainly put up one hell of a fight when he made his escape — but he sure wasn’t going to run away. IF NOT EVEN HERE IS SAFE, THEN HE��S S.O.L. )

     He’s naturally taken to flying up towards the rafters to get a better view, compound eyes scanning every possible area. It becomes evident — much to his benefit — that even if there are any of those ASSHOLES around, there can’t possibly be that many. The ship is BIG and has plenty of places to hide, but not so many that he wouldn’t have spotted a whole pack of ‘em already if there was one. At the very least, if there is an intruder  ( he may be beginning to doubt; may be beginning to think it really is just poor sleep catching up to him ), it’s only—

     Wait. He’s spotted movement below, somewhere. It’s in his peripheral, but he caught it. So someone IS here. The place is so dark at this current hour that he can’t really make heads or tails of who or what he’s looking at — but if he’d wager a guess, this isn’t TCRI coming to bust down his door. Again, it’s hard to tell, but the individual looks far too skinny compared to TCRI goons’ habit of wearing some of the bulkiest armour seemingly known to man. That doesn’t exactly ease his concern any, though, because if it’s NOT them, then— WHO THE HELL IS THAT ?  And what the HELL are they doing in HIS home ?

     He observes for some time longer, keeping himself hidden while he does, just to try and piece together what’s going on. Eventually, it becomes apparent that this— TRESPASSER is poking around at some of the few remaining things left around. HIS things.

     ( Oh, HELL no. He KNOWS that this guy isn’t trying to freakin’ ROB him right now. )

     When he shoots down, he’s as swift as a bullet, landing a few feet away with a pretty hefty and angry THUD. He just so happens to land in one of the few sunny spots there is, leaving no part of his person a secret. He’s speaking before he’s even given himself a chance to LOOK, already running his mouth as he moves closer, moving to close the gap. “ Man, I dunno WHAT you’re thinkin’ you’re gonna find in a damn shipyard, but I suggest you— “

     He stops in his tracks suddenly, as if he’d just been struck. Demeanour completely changes; the defensive, hostile expression is immediately replaced with a wide-eyed look of SHOCK. Now that he’s closer to this mysterious guest, he can actually see that this isn’t just some weird, rando human that’s somehow snuck their way in here. He’s not sure which part he registered first: the tail with the skate attached, the faux hair, the eccentric outfit that Superfly could NEVER talk Mondo out of in favour of something a little tougher  ( not that he tried particularly hard; he quickly accepted that with some things, he was better off just letting his youngest sibling do as he pleased rather than try to fight it ).

     What DID occur to him at that moment, though, was that he quickly realized that, seeing as they ALL BUT CLEARED THE PLACE OUT, he’d neglected to consider the possibility that…any of them would actually…COME BACK. And FIND HIM here. So, as he’s standing there, STUNNED, it’s…probably pretty EVIDENT that he was not at ALL prepared for this.

     “ . . . Oh. “ His voice is flat, but the surprise is still evident. " It's just...you. " He's aware that he's saying it as if he HASN'T been separated from him for months. In his shocked state, he's just...BLANKING on what else TO say.

[victoriousfidelity]

"If anyone is going to understand this, it's me, so go on."

one line starter for @theresastargirl

[turkcentric]

For the time being, the "Helper's House" was closed seeing as this was one of two off days it went through due to the sheer volume of people that walked through its doors on a daily. It could be an inconvenience for some, but it was necessary for the Mage's own mental health too. Due to that, the Mage tended to live quite a ways away from the city, preferring a much quieter life in a huge treehouse he'd created that was nearer to the natural countryside than anything else.

With so little people around, if any at all, it was quite the surprise to get a knock at the door when he'd been in the middle of relaxing in the living room with a cup of tea.

Could someone truly have stumbled on his wooden abode and taken to the steps to get to the front door? How interesting... With this thought in mind, the Mage fetched a well-loved shawl and draped it across his shoulders before moving to answer the door.

"Yes--?" / @crew-from-capulet !

[ncrthernl1ghts]

TAG DUMP: DR. MARTINA BAKER - PINES

[stclenrelic-moved]

@what-the-stark

"Yeah, here's the thing. I really, really hate myself for this, but we need to talk. Historically I'm not great at logic when you're sprawled out in my bed looking like an entire buffet of snacks."

"Talk?" She asks, tilting her head slightly to the side, emerald eyes focusing on his brown ones. "Are you sure that your endless gazing at digits and computer screens haven't fried your brain?"

It's not that they never talk - they do. But she's been gone for a while and she absolutely wore her most revealing dress for the occasion. It's not short - but it has a very high leg split and a very low cleavage. "Must be important. I'm listening."

[1mpulsee]

❝ man, I just LOVE having a real personality ! it’s so fun !! ❞

eye twitch .

[rengineer]

ENGINEER I WOULD LIKE TO ASK FOR YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE

[ @soldier-tf2-america]

(THIS IS A JOKE PLZ DON'T ANSWER THIS I JUST WANTED TO ASK FOR THE FUNNY -CLOUDY)

" Well, uh… Soldier, I'm mighty flattered, truly, but I don't reckon that's the kinda partnership I was plannin' on... You might wanna look elsewhere for that sorta thing. " Engineer's usually steady voice wavered just a bit, a faint blush creeping across his face as he gave Soldier a polite smile.

[deadsmart]

@deadbrawn // continued from here

If he had been asked when he was alive , when he was a LITTLE boy , asked if he had to see one face for the rest of his existence - for an existence spanning over a century && perhaps further , he would have had an answer. He would have said one of the beautiful faces painted upon the walls of his father's home . But those perfectly constructed features had NOTHING on the face in front of him now .

Edwin could paint him from memory he thinks . Those soft curls bouncing at his forehead , dark eyes sparkling as though they CONSISTENTLY hold a joke . That steady , solid line of his nose ( ... ) jawline that could cut through paper . Even the COLOUR of his skin is perfect - warm && cool at the same time somehow .

GOOD GOD - he was staring . He hadn't noticed that he was staring . At least this time , it appears appropriate as they talk about faces .

❝ My face ?? ❞ eyebrows raise && he's FIGHTING off one of his eyerolls . Mint . That word was a strong one coming from Charles - things were mint when he really admired them . Edwin for just a moment ( ... ) feels MINT . What if -

❝ I know I am not one of those pretty little things with long flowing hair BATTING their eyelashes at you - ❞ I know I'm not a girl . His chin dips downward , regarding Charles with an expression of complete && utter AFFECTION . ❝ but the sentiment is returned - I don't mind thinking up an image of myself && finding you instead . ❞

[eievuimultimuse]

@greenvengeance LIKED THIS FOR A STARTER ( from SUPERFLY ! )

     SUPERFLY GENERALLY MADE it a point to do whatever he could to keep himself from being CAUGHT by anyone. This was always true even prior to making his name known on the streets, but it became especially true following his, er…GIANT MONSTER INCIDENT. Y’see, he didn’t exactly know for sure if the residents of NYC would recognize him NOT like that, buuut it wasn’t particularly a theory he was willing to put to the test. He’d be willing to give humans their due just this once and expect that they weren’t nearly that dense.  ( Funnily enough, it wasn’t the risk of angry mobs that worried him. He’d dealt with those before. He just had BIGGER problems at the moment, and that sort of attention would only attract said bigger problem. )

     That being said, he’s not nearly as CLEAN as he was before. No crew to back him up, constantly on the move — he’s been running on empty for a while now. Making mistakes that he never used to make. He’s just trying to make it through the day, man. It was probably only inevitable that it’d CATCH UP to him, that he’d finally slip up at the WRONG time and someone would finally SEE him.

     Well, someone HAS spotted him, and as soon as he’s realized it, he’s FROZEN in place, red compound eyes wide with that unmistakable ‘OH SHIT’ look. Caught red-handed shortly after nabbing himself something to eat — that’s all he was doing. Now he’s standing just a short distance away from some girl who happened to stumble upon him. As his shock dissipates and he returns to his senses, though, slightly bent wings twitch in agitation. Brows furrow, forming an annoyed glare.

     “ The hell are YOU starin’ at ? “

[victoriousfidelity]

@mischieftomake, from here.

"Oh, your reputation precedes you, don't worry." Sigyn replied, allowing her own amusement to creep into her tone as she turned in the seat before her vanity in order to watch him properly. She'd been unpinning her hair in the mirror when she'd felt unfamiliar Seiðr working to unlock her door, only for Asgard's second Prince to slip inside - barely paying her any mind as he immediately turned his attention to making sure that whoever he was currently evading didn't discover him.

"I am less concerned about being implicated in whatever it is you've done than I am about gossip spreading through the court that one of the Princes was seen sneaking out of my room in the small hours." Her own tone was light, almost teasing. "I'm no stranger to the way courtiers make their own entertainment by spinning exaggerated stories, but I'd really rather not become the subject of one so soon after arriving here."

[ncrthernl1ghts]

fuck it. TAG DUMP: STANFORD PINES

[kelschmoh]

@hydeman sent: ❛  where do you think you're going? 

“Where do you think, huh!? You’re not gonna get my eye this time, man!”

This is how it would always turn out—& once again, they were at the Formans; Michael Kelso on one side of Eric’s car & Steven Hyde on the other. Kelso had managed to do something stupid again towards the other—this time he had licked his own hand and wiped it off on Hyde’s cheek, running up the stairs and outside to the predicament they were currently in; playing a game of chase & Kelso hoping that he had won this time—instead of getting his ass kicked.

They both knew how this would probably end, unfortunately.

Kelso’s lips were pulled into a grin, body hunched over as he faked moving left—then faked moving right—before he committed to moving left and trying to run right past the younger; whatever smarts he had in this idea leaving him right in that moment; giving Hyde the opening to kick his ass—by accident. Again.

[c1tyhaunts]

200 RANDOM DIALOG PROMPTS. @recitedemise: ❛ that is…illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜

"Is it illegal? Or is it illegal if I got caught doing it?"

Most people would describe trespassing very illegal, as well as staking out the house of one of the most influential political backers in the city quite illegal as well. But to Lilah, those were simply barriers of entry to the next story of the year. In her eyes, the big picture was all that mattered, and the path towards it? Inconsequential.

She hasn't divulged much about work to Gale recently, only out of pride of what she has done. The last few pieces she had written were simply fluff to fill out the paper; stories about new store openings, local kid saving cats, etc. Those weren't the hard hitters she desired out of her career; they weren't the extravagant stories that put people's names on TV or on government watchlists. If she were to share a story or plan to her partner, she wanted it to be as grand and exorbitant like her imagination. And now that her big break crept up to her beyond the horizon, all she could do was talk about the potential.

"Anyway, love - what I'm talking about right now is just a suggestion... maaaybe a plan in the making." Her body glides around the apartment living, one hand flamboyantly moving with her words while the other holds weeks worth of prior research into her new topic. Eyes shining with eagerness dedicates themselves to the pages likes scripture, speaking aloud her next piece and the steps she needs to take towards it. "For an expose like this to be successful, not only do I need the external research, you have to go internal too. Something physical or just visual alone - how do they live, sleep, eat? You gotta get into their head personally, and if it's not through an interview... you gotta get creative."

Lilah stops her pacing dead in front of the couch, spinning on her heels towards Gale and how he is the unfortunate subject to her mad rantings. She looks down to him, eyes still gleaming in excitement as she holds the notebook close to her chest. "Oh, you must see me like a mad woman right now... which I am, but I promise there's more to this! It's incredibly exciting, right?!"

[dutyworn]

@diewithaname said: "Have I ever let you down before?"

an old meme    /    PROBABLY ACCEPTING ↷

The eyeroll she gives Ryker speaks more than any words could. No, he has never  let her down,  not in any way that matters, but one could argue Wren tends to end up in trouble, a disproportionate amount of time, whenever they cross paths. Even as a teenager... she made her own, often poor, choices, but she probably wouldn’t have ended up aiding someone (specifically him) in what was practically a gang civil war, had she never met him.

& the odd times he’s shown up over the years, dragging her into some less-than-legal mess or another, well.

Her own choices.

He’s her people. Wren doesn’t turn her back on hers.

❝ Have you ever misused your authority to bail me out of jail before? ❞    she turns the question around on Ryker.

❝ ’Cause that’s what you’re asking me, here. At least say it how it is. Say, Wren, I want you to abuse your fragile and newly acquired Spectre authority to bail me out. I want you to be my get-out-of-jail-free card. And say pretty please, and I may consider if you’re worth the trouble. ❞

She’s never going to turn him down, so the least she can do is milk the situation for the amusement that it’s worth. If Udina catches wind of this, he’s going to give her a several-hour long lecture about political appearances. She needs to come up with a reason for the Council, as well; they’re not fans of her to begin with, not with the constant arguments about the Reapers’ existence, certainly not with how her Spectre career had started with the death of one and the going rogue of another of their existing agents. Using Spectre authority to get an old gang friend out of C-Sec holding... isn’t going to look good, no matter which way you spin it, yet here she is, set on doing it. Maybe she could kind of friendly-blackmail Ryker into helping her with going after Saren, somehow, to justify it, on paper...