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ataraxionlogs2012-12-07 12:03 am
andblockbuster) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-12-07 12:03 am
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What you don't know won't hurt you. Maybe the lies are true.
CHARACTERS: Topher Brink, Wheatley, Whiskey/Claire Saunders, Alex Summers, and Dirk Strider in A COMEDY OF ERRORS THAT ISN'T ACTUALLY THAT FUNNY.
LOCATION: The auxiliary science labs.
WARNINGS: SHADY BRAIN SCIENCE. PROBABLE PUNCHING.
SUMMARY: Topher finally gets his gun to work so he can put Claire back in her right head, Alex is here to supervise. Dirk's here to be Dirk. Wheatley is angry at almost everyone in this room.
NOTES: BACKDATED TO A FEW DAYS BEFORE THE JUMP.
It had taken awhile, but Topher finally figured out how to fix the gun enough to re-imprint Whiskey with Claire. The chair was safe in a lounge area somewhere in one of the upper decks, thanks to Netherlands, and Topher would never be able to thank Wheatley enough for his contributions to this screwed-up little scenario. It wasn't ideal, but once the gun was disabled and handed off to Claire to destroy, maybe that would be the end of it. They'd forget about everything else.
And if they didn't, the chair was almost ready. If he was allowed this one thing to go right, maybe then he wouldn't have to worry anymore. Until that moment, he had to lay low, pretend everything was okay, and hopefully no one would think too hard about everything.
Yeah. Good plan.
He stood in the middle of the science lab, holding the gun up. "Okay, guys. This is a really simple process. I point the gun, I pull the trigger... Bam. She's imprinted again, then everyone can go back to their little lives like all of this was just a really bad dream."
He paused and then gestured at Dirk and Alex. "Except for Saunders, who will want to wring my neck, despite my trying to save her life, so if one of you two could please make sure that doesn't happen, that'd be great."
Lowering the gun a bit, he turned to Wheatley and hissed out a pained, "I really, really owe you for this one, man. This could be going way worse."
LOCATION: The auxiliary science labs.
WARNINGS: SHADY BRAIN SCIENCE. PROBABLE PUNCHING.
SUMMARY: Topher finally gets his gun to work so he can put Claire back in her right head, Alex is here to supervise. Dirk's here to be Dirk. Wheatley is angry at almost everyone in this room.
NOTES: BACKDATED TO A FEW DAYS BEFORE THE JUMP.
It had taken awhile, but Topher finally figured out how to fix the gun enough to re-imprint Whiskey with Claire. The chair was safe in a lounge area somewhere in one of the upper decks, thanks to Netherlands, and Topher would never be able to thank Wheatley enough for his contributions to this screwed-up little scenario. It wasn't ideal, but once the gun was disabled and handed off to Claire to destroy, maybe that would be the end of it. They'd forget about everything else.
And if they didn't, the chair was almost ready. If he was allowed this one thing to go right, maybe then he wouldn't have to worry anymore. Until that moment, he had to lay low, pretend everything was okay, and hopefully no one would think too hard about everything.
Yeah. Good plan.
He stood in the middle of the science lab, holding the gun up. "Okay, guys. This is a really simple process. I point the gun, I pull the trigger... Bam. She's imprinted again, then everyone can go back to their little lives like all of this was just a really bad dream."
He paused and then gestured at Dirk and Alex. "Except for Saunders, who will want to wring my neck, despite my trying to save her life, so if one of you two could please make sure that doesn't happen, that'd be great."
Lowering the gun a bit, he turned to Wheatley and hissed out a pained, "I really, really owe you for this one, man. This could be going way worse."