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This may be a stupid question but you didn't sign up for goddamn brain surgery, did you
I just heard some people did and I haven't seen you around for like 12 hours
Either you're on top of a building right now or someone's got their fingers in your grey matter
I just heard some people did and I haven't seen you around for like 12 hours
Either you're on top of a building right now or someone's got their fingers in your grey matter
[ Nate is oddly touched that Tim actually considered checking in on him. If he points it out, though, he's sure to get a snide remark. ]
we practically got out of the original brain surgery a month ago, no way i want to go back that soon
i take it you decided not to let them crack your noggin open, either?
we practically got out of the original brain surgery a month ago, no way i want to go back that soon
i take it you decided not to let them crack your noggin open, either?
that explains your huge head
one or two, but i get the feeling it's a pretty personal thing so people aren't being very forthcoming about it
i kind of like my brain the way it is, personally
one or two, but i get the feeling it's a pretty personal thing so people aren't being very forthcoming about it
i kind of like my brain the way it is, personally
funny, i don't remember seeing those on the phrenology diagrams
is the jackoff zone in the temporal lobe or closer to the amygdala?
is the jackoff zone in the temporal lobe or closer to the amygdala?
how energy-conscious of you
honestly not sure what my zones would be. there's probably one for dead languages.
honestly not sure what my zones would be. there's probably one for dead languages.
[ He could so easily quip something about his job, or his interests, or his nerdy attributes, but he'd rather push Tim's buttons. ]
think about me every day when you wake up, huh?
think about me every day when you wake up, huh?
[ No, but he's played gay chicken with the universe's least heterosexual elf. ]
aw, that's so sweet.
if you get a good night's sleep that's like 2 whole dreams an hour
aw, that's so sweet.
if you get a good night's sleep that's like 2 whole dreams an hour
i'll contact guinness
i'm amazed you have that much material, we've only known each other a few weeks
i'm amazed you have that much material, we've only known each other a few weeks
[ It's late. Late enough that most people should be asleep, which means that the building's resident workaholic has managed maybe an hour before waking with the notification from the security system.
No alarm, somebody up there has access, but does that mean he goes straight back to sleep? Of course not.
It means that however long later he's halfway through a cup of fresh-brewed tea when two buzzing minds become one and he fires off a quick message. ]
I didn't authorize any overtime.
[ Evening. ]
No alarm, somebody up there has access, but does that mean he goes straight back to sleep? Of course not.
It means that however long later he's halfway through a cup of fresh-brewed tea when two buzzing minds become one and he fires off a quick message. ]
I didn't authorize any overtime.
[ Evening. ]
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[ After Wade's hasty and understandable exeunt Nate made himself busy distracting from any previous discomfort by wiping down the table they used as a first aid prep zone. He's throwing the last of the rags in the bin when his messages ping.
Ah. ]
sorry, had to come back in for a quick patch job. someone attacked me on my way home.
Ah. ]
sorry, had to come back in for a quick patch job. someone attacked me on my way home.
i've had worse, but it doesn't look pretty.
[ That's not an answer, Nate. ]
definitely drinking some of our orange juice to make up for the unanticipated blood donation.
[ That's not an answer, Nate. ]
definitely drinking some of our orange juice to make up for the unanticipated blood donation.
[ Blood donation as in he bled all over the bar or blood donation as in
blood donation. ]
If it's still a mess, we have a medi-unit downstairs.
[ Speaking of downstairs, there's the distant beep and click of the door to the safehouse opening up in the floor of the storeroom. A few muffled footsteps later, one Stephen Strange in all his loungewear glory appears behind the bar. He's immediately on the obvious lookout for the injury. ]
blood donation. ]
If it's still a mess, we have a medi-unit downstairs.
[ Speaking of downstairs, there's the distant beep and click of the door to the safehouse opening up in the floor of the storeroom. A few muffled footsteps later, one Stephen Strange in all his loungewear glory appears behind the bar. He's immediately on the obvious lookout for the injury. ]
[ Nate is just reaching for his phone to return the text when something clicks, the sound distant, and he turns from the bar counter to see Stephen walking out of the store room, a hole in the floor behind him. Because that's normal.
He raises his eyebrow but doesn't point it out, gesturing futilely at the bandage on his throat, the others on his chest a stark white even with the evident, old scars. ]
Had to cut my shirt off. [ He says (almost mournfully) by way of explanation, regretfully looking toward the trash can. ] Hi.
He raises his eyebrow but doesn't point it out, gesturing futilely at the bandage on his throat, the others on his chest a stark white even with the evident, old scars. ]
Had to cut my shirt off. [ He says (almost mournfully) by way of explanation, regretfully looking toward the trash can. ] Hi.
[ There would be a wry quip waiting for a half naked man raiding the orange juice stash in the middle of the night, no doubt, if it weren't for that bandage at his throat. It's the kind of blood donation Stephen was hoping it wouldn't be and there's something about the immediate tension in the set of his mouth that says there might not be much humor to be found in him tonight. ]
Who did that?
[ Even knowing there are others his instinct gives him an answer. He's got the remembered image of a blond girl with ravenous eyes and a bloodied mouth sitting bright as the day he witnessed her, months ago now, in a place apart. ]
Who did that?
[ Even knowing there are others his instinct gives him an answer. He's got the remembered image of a blond girl with ravenous eyes and a bloodied mouth sitting bright as the day he witnessed her, months ago now, in a place apart. ]
[ Straight to the point. It tells him Stephen already has some familiarity with or approximation of what's going on, to know that the perpetrator was likely (potentially?) volatile before this happened. Or he just had some personal experience.
Nate pauses where he's crouching behind the counter on his orange juice quest, looking down the back of the back of the bar at Stephen and taking a gambit. ]
...sounds like you already know.
Nate pauses where he's crouching behind the counter on his orange juice quest, looking down the back of the back of the bar at Stephen and taking a gambit. ]
...sounds like you already know.
I have a guess, that doesn't mean it's right.
[ But it does mean that he's waiting, hovering with his hand on the bar to keep himself from taking aimless and immediate action. There's nowhere to go, nobody to chase after, and no sense in letting the memory of a dream become the expectation for reality.
Caroline here is no more Caroline there than he is the man she met in the dream. He breathes a little deeper, rests a little calmer. But there's something fierce in his eyes that demands an answer all the same. ]
[ But it does mean that he's waiting, hovering with his hand on the bar to keep himself from taking aimless and immediate action. There's nowhere to go, nobody to chase after, and no sense in letting the memory of a dream become the expectation for reality.
Caroline here is no more Caroline there than he is the man she met in the dream. He breathes a little deeper, rests a little calmer. But there's something fierce in his eyes that demands an answer all the same. ]
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