[That was Newt's weak retort, once the stunned silence had properly fallen. The scientist looked a little pale in the gills, his right arm cradled in a make-shift sling and white business shirt saturated in blood at the shoulder (shot, he was shot, it was a fun story that happened). Through the singed cloth there's a proper bandaging job, though, so don't worry about the guy croaking. Instead of doing that (the croaking thing), he moves with a slow and steady gait, and carefully scans the room with strained confusion as his Doc's click with rubbery footfalls toward the hallway.
This isn't good? This isn't good. He runs a hand over his hair, which has gone fully unfurled and flat without his blessed hair product to pomp it up.]
Hey, no biggie, right...? How hard can it be, collecting a bunch of orb fragments?
I'll check out the infirmary first.
[Because the infirmary is a great place to start, and totally not because he wants to get some pain killers. He's doing greaaat, as Tony the Tiger would say. But for a moment he does end up standing in the mess hall, his free hand on his cheek and a look of concern and discontentment on his face. It's hard not to feel a little like something horrible has happened that might not be able to be fixed.
And if that's the case, then what? What happens next?
And what about all of the important things they've left behind in their proper time?
And what about Degar and Viv? Are they safe?
Troubled, the man appears too lost in thought to notice anyone wandering in.]
I. Hallways // Prologue to Memories
[That was Newt's weak retort, once the stunned silence had properly fallen. The scientist looked a little pale in the gills, his right arm cradled in a make-shift sling and white business shirt saturated in blood at the shoulder (shot, he was shot, it was a fun story that happened). Through the singed cloth there's a proper bandaging job, though, so don't worry about the guy croaking. Instead of doing that (the croaking thing), he moves with a slow and steady gait, and carefully scans the room with strained confusion as his Doc's click with rubbery footfalls toward the hallway.
This isn't good? This isn't good. He runs a hand over his hair, which has gone fully unfurled and flat without his blessed hair product to pomp it up.]
Hey, no biggie, right...? How hard can it be, collecting a bunch of orb fragments?
I'll check out the infirmary first.
[Because the infirmary is a great place to start, and totally not because he wants to get some pain killers. He's doing greaaat, as Tony the Tiger would say. But for a moment he does end up standing in the mess hall, his free hand on his cheek and a look of concern and discontentment on his face. It's hard not to feel a little like something horrible has happened that might not be able to be fixed.
And if that's the case, then what? What happens next?
And what about all of the important things they've left behind in their proper time?
And what about Degar and Viv? Are they safe?
Troubled, the man appears too lost in thought to notice anyone wandering in.]