((Locked to gonnafixthingsJohn leads John away from the usual Nexus crowds and leans against a wall, scowling quietly at him. He's had a long time to think about this, what he'd do if he caught the guy who nearly killed the Doc. But now that he's face to face with him, he can't bring himself to be angry. The man looks like he's falling apart ( Read more... )

Schreber may or may not be returning to his room at the labs soon, but just in case, John has taken it upon himself to restore things to some semblance of order. He has also replaced the couch with a low bed, specifically designed to be easy to get in and out of. It's kind of sterile looking, but this is Schreber we're talking about. He probably ( Read more... )

John is watching the gate to the Nexus, expecting to see Schreber bringing plants for the City any time. He has notably not been drinking as he wants to be able to help with the planting. He has, however, spent most of the day repairing the canal walls and is more than a little tired.

((dr_schreber and I have created an RP community based on the film 'Dark City'. It can be found hereThe setting is the City, post-film, with John Murdoch now in control of maintaining everything. The Strangers are gone ( Read more... )

Sensing the Doc close to the portal to the Nexus, Murdoch pushes it open, leaning on the wall across from it to see who exactly will emerge.

She sings in the shower. It's torture, because I still remember seeing Her on stage with the lights shimmering in Her hair. She was confident then, self-assured, graceful. Now...now Her voice has the same dreamy-husky sound to it, but it's softer, shyer. She won't sing if She knows I'm listening. She doesn't carry Her head so high or Her ( Read more... )

Hey, doc! How many Strangers does it take to change a lightbulb?
Give up?

No one knows. The lightbulb has no idea it was ever anything different.

*Murdoch hates waiting. It gives him too much time to think. Every doubt he has niggles at the back of his mind. What if some of the Strangers are in hiding? What if I can't take care of the City? What if everything falls apart while I'm gone? Can I really trust Schreber?

Where the hell am I going exactly, anyway?After a moment, he laughs at ( Read more... )

*A dark-haired man sits brooding at the end of a pier on Shell Beach, watching--no, making--the sun go down. Somehow the existence of the sunlight makes the days seem shorter and more urgent. He gets tired now, more tired than he can remember getting before. But memory's a tricky thing in this City, so he just tries to ignore his doubts and do ( Read more... )

( Assignment )