21 blueprints -- dictated/action

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Usually, on days like this when things were (mostly) quiet, Rookie could be found making his way through the castle’s hallways and floors. Never with a set destination in mind, but then again, he normally had very little reason to need one.

Today was different.

Today, the helljumper had decided to take the long stroll down to the third floor and check up on a certain individual. One of the few who could make him pass up on the chance of sleeping in the whole day, considering that had been his previous intention until recalling the fact that Ted hadn’t looked so good the last time he saw him.

So it wasn’t very long before he was raising his knuckles to give a very loud, sharp knock on the architect’s door.]

[Naturally, Ted’s caught off guard by the knock. Eyes slightly bleary, he blinks and looks over from the spot on his bed where he’d been thinking.


With a clearly confused tone:]

Uh.. come in?

[Hearing that, Rookie lets himself in after some minor hesitation. Any clues as to what he was currently thinking hidden well beneath that helmet, but it did little to stop that friendly nod once that door was closed behind him.] Hey, civvy. Mind if I bug you for a moment?

[Ted blinks, his reaction a bit slow, almost like he’s coming out of a trance. His voice is subdued.]

Rookie? What’re you doing here so early?

… Early? [A bit of a head tilt, before he’s fluidly folding his arms across his chest.] Don’t tell me you just woke up?

[His confused look becomes ever more perplexed.] Yeah? Isn’t it around nine-ish?

[Staring at you from under that visor pretty hard, bro.]
More like two. [Pause.] In the afternoon.

...Oh. [oops he forgot how to care] What’s up?

[Sighs, slowly shaking his head.] Nothing. Just wanted to check up and see how you were doing.

Mm. [He turns his head back to stare at the ceiling.] I’m alright. [Just kind of traumatized, no big deal.]

[... Dude, he can tell that you’re lying. Don’t even try that charade, civvy.]

Didn’t seem like that a few days ago.

Huh?

Back in Libet. [A visible shift of his helmet downwards, watching Ted carefully.] After the incident with the train, remember?

[Truth be known... Ted can’t even remember the last part of the train ride. He just remembered riding it, and then someone on the train crying out-- and then, suddenly, he was outside the train wreck, throwing up. Apparently, his brain thought it was scary enough experience to kick to the curb. Still, Ted’s no less aware of how close to death he had been.

His expression can only really be described as “uncomfortable” as he shifts in his bed. It was one hell of an experience after all, and not enough time had passed for him not to feel strongly emotionally attached to what memories he did retain.

His voice becomes quiet again.]

Yeah.

[If Rookie had any doubts about there being something wrong with the civilian prior, they were all but gone now.] Ted, look. I’m usually not the best person to talk to when it comes to stuff like this, but -- [He suddenly stops, before giving a quiet, muttered swear when attention happened to drift towards the journal lying open on the architect’s desk. He was really starting to hate these things.]

… Hold on. [There’s going to be the sound of armored boots making their way closer to where the book was sitting, followed by a distinct snap as Rookie calmly closed it, leaving those who may have been listening with silence for now.]


((Ted is turquoise, Rookie is black. Some time after this encounter Rookie is going to encourage Ted to leave his room (read: shove him out), so you might find him just kind of... wandering around, looking a great deal less lively than he usually is. Journal responses are open for the both of these two as well.))

Comments

Action/Room filter.

[odst-mute.livejournal.com]

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What I'm trying to say, architect, is you can't just sit here and mope about it.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[I'm not moping. is what he'd usually want to say.

What he says:]

Mm.

/FOREVER THE FAIL

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[]

Or you could sit here in silence and not talk about it. [] Play that one thought over and over again in your head until you go mad.

Seen enough people do it, anyway.

NO YOU ARE A GORGEOUS WOMAN

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[A hard sigh comes out of Ted as he finally sits up, looking at Rookie.]

You were there, too. Did that not scare you?

PSHAW NOT AS MUCH AS YOU

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

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... In some ways, yes, but I've also seen and done a lot of things, civvy.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Oh. Yeah, right. Space guy.

[A puff from Ted.]

I'm just your average civilian. Closest I ever came to death was when I was in a car crash, and I hardly got a bruise or scrape on me from that.

[A pause.]

I think the only thing that was almost as scary as that crash was.. back during that mass vampire loss.

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

Hey, just because I'm a 'space guy' doesn't mean crashing into stuff isn't terrifying. [] After all, you don't have much control over what happens and the most you can do is go with the flow and hope for the best.

[]

And I'd be lying if I said that was going to be the last horrible experience you'll have to endure here, Ted.

Action, in the hallway? Because, you know. We don't have enough threads together or anything.

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

[Shiki's walking through the hallways, going towards the lobby when... suddenly, a Ted!]

Oh, hey, Ted! What's up? You look kinda... I dunno.

LMFAO some of those should be wrapped up soon

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[kasldfj wauuugh shiki, he doesn't want a shiki to see him like this. fawk. Ted tries half-heartedly to look a little perkier with barely any success.]

Hey, Shiki. I'm just... tired, you know? Exploration took a lot out of me.

[Half-true.]

Yeah. I mean, we have... what, seven of them? XD

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

...

[Shiki knows the "I'm just tired" excuse. She's used it more than often enough herself. So she raises an eyebrow, but also doesn't particularly want to press it, if he doesn't really want to talk about it...]

Well, so long as you're sure...

Did anything special happen while you were exploring?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Special? Uh..

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

We found some ruins that looked creepily similar to Paradisa, if that counts.

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

Really?

...Did you manage to see why they were ruins? Like, what happened there?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Ted shifts, voice subdued.]

Don't know. Whatever it was, it... wasn't good.

Action/Room filter.

[odst-mute.livejournal.com]

[]

What I'm trying to say, architect, is you can't just sit here and mope about it.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[I'm not moping. is what he'd usually want to say.

What he says:]

Mm.

/FOREVER THE FAIL

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[]

Or you could sit here in silence and not talk about it. [] Play that one thought over and over again in your head until you go mad.

Seen enough people do it, anyway.

NO YOU ARE A GORGEOUS WOMAN

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[A hard sigh comes out of Ted as he finally sits up, looking at Rookie.]

You were there, too. Did that not scare you?

PSHAW NOT AS MUCH AS YOU

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[]

... In some ways, yes, but I've also seen and done a lot of things, civvy.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Oh. Yeah, right. Space guy.

[A puff from Ted.]

I'm just your average civilian. Closest I ever came to death was when I was in a car crash, and I hardly got a bruise or scrape on me from that.

[A pause.]

I think the only thing that was almost as scary as that crash was.. back during that mass vampire loss.

Action, in the hallway? Because, you know. We don't have enough threads together or anything.

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

[Shiki's walking through the hallways, going towards the lobby when... suddenly, a Ted!]

Oh, hey, Ted! What's up? You look kinda... I dunno.

LMFAO some of those should be wrapped up soon

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[kasldfj wauuugh shiki, he doesn't want a shiki to see him like this. fawk. Ted tries half-heartedly to look a little perkier with barely any success.]

Hey, Shiki. I'm just... tired, you know? Exploration took a lot out of me.

[Half-true.]

Yeah. I mean, we have... what, seven of them? XD

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

...

[Shiki knows the "I'm just tired" excuse. She's used it more than often enough herself. So she raises an eyebrow, but also doesn't particularly want to press it, if he doesn't really want to talk about it...]

Well, so long as you're sure...

Did anything special happen while you were exploring?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Special? Uh..

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

We found some ruins that looked creepily similar to Paradisa, if that counts.

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

Really?

...Did you manage to see why they were ruins? Like, what happened there?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Ted shifts, voice subdued.]

Don't know. Whatever it was, it... wasn't good.