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Insanity
There are three, possibly four Things in the Multiverse today. The three are on a Convenient Nexus Couch, sitting side by side in wildly different black suits and identically lazy poses, three pairs of black sunglasses pushed up into their hair. Three identical amiable smiles. The fourth, well, it's either around or it's not. The three are the ones ( Read more... ) -
ATTENTION (OOC)
Some has moved! The Grueman can now be found on grue_some , which is entirely a more appropriate journal name. Please excuse the construction mess.
This journal is now home to his strange offspring, the Things. -
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By all rights, that should have made me feel like hell. But I'm... pretty at peace with how Key and I ended. I wish she were.
See? I can get over things.
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The boys.
I have a plan for this. I have to teach them more about predators and prey first, and how natural that is. And make sure they never, ever feel like prey. -
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* Some comes looking for Jon.
* Jonathan spent the day with Norman, and then with Bram and
Norman. He's set on the task of working through this drug, but
he needed a break, and to wait for some tests to be completed.
Now, he's working again, going over the day's data, in his room.
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Something else.
At 4:30 in the morning, the bridge is well-lit and beginning to come to life. Joggers, the die-hard and early-working, are spread out across its span, running the pedestrian walkway high above the car deck. Each of them alone, lost to their iPods or talking breathlessly into hands-free cell phones, they take no more than a passing glance at the ( Read more... ) -
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Some searches. Every room in the Nexus that might hold a Jon is first, and then he expands, flickering from reality to reality like a ghost, trying to focus on the sensation of wrong that pervades him.
The first thing he learns is that he's looking for somewhere cold, somewhere warm.
That narrows it down.
Somewhere small, locked, closed in.
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Sometimes broken is broken.
Harkness ducks into the doghouse room he was staying in earlier that week, searching for the stuff he'd left behind.
* Some slips in before the door shuts.
* Harkness is Mr. Oblivious in a frantic search for his vortex manipulator amongst the sheets.
"Jack."
"No." He pretends he's not startled and fights down a very irrational surge of fear, absolute ( Read more... )