Vislor Turlough
16 May 2012 @ 07:09 pm
[A boy in a school uniform with flaming red hair is on the network screen. Except there is something a little older than that about him, a hardness behind his eyes. He’s currently slouched on a park bench near the fountain, arms crossed and looking decidedly pouty as he glares into the camera.]

Doctor, if this is a joke it’s not one I’m laughing at. And if Tegan put you up to it I am very disappointed in you both. And warn her to start hiding her shampoo again.

[Clearly done with this conversation, he rolls over onto his back and lies down on the bench. He’s so thin and wiry, he practically disappears at this angle.]

Oh, and whoever designed these-

[He waves his hand towards the device recording.]

Give them a better soundcard.
 
 
Dr. Marie Delacroix :: Engineering
16 May 2012 @ 09:32 pm
[She looks better than she did a few days ago, when the wound in her neck was still gaping fresh and her shattered arm was hanging at her side like a mangled piece of meat. She has been tended since then, all her scratches attended to, her bullet wound checked for slag, her laser burns cleared with salve. She looks better, with the white bandages taped down over her neck, her arm in a cast and sling.

Though she still looks tired and irate.]


My apologies to my coworkers, I will be out of commission a few days yet. I 'ope you are capable of 'andling zhe upkeep of our current projects. I will be returned to zhe labs in a week.

[That is probably too soon, but she doesn't particularly care. Being away from her work is more unpleasant than the injuries themselves. Too much time to herself to think.]


[[ooc; Marie died during Daydreams, as eaten by a jerkass vampire, to put that whole thing in context 8'| Hospital folk can do their deal, she'll also take visitors if you want to put up with a bitchy bitchy French lady.]]