(no subject)
Who: 40410 and that beautiful bastard worldentire
Where: Mostly Sinclair's room, I presume.
When: After the wonderful party in the clinic.
Rating: PG, unless that changes
Summary: Sinclair's offered him plasmids. Alex can't refuse them any more.
the Story:
Where is Sinclair's room? Where is it?
Alex ducks into the nearest empty room, pounds on the control panel of the communicator there and opens a feed to Sinclair. It's private, but only barely. He doesn't have the patience - or the motor skills, though he's torn the dressings mostly off his hands - to secure it very well.
"Answer."
He bangs against the screen with the heel of his palm.
"Answer me!"
Where: Mostly Sinclair's room, I presume.
When: After the wonderful party in the clinic.
Rating: PG, unless that changes
Summary: Sinclair's offered him plasmids. Alex can't refuse them any more.
the Story:
Where is Sinclair's room? Where is it?
Alex ducks into the nearest empty room, pounds on the control panel of the communicator there and opens a feed to Sinclair. It's private, but only barely. He doesn't have the patience - or the motor skills, though he's torn the dressings mostly off his hands - to secure it very well.
"Answer."
He bangs against the screen with the heel of his palm.
"Answer me!"