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Eden Mac Cionaoith
31 January 2014 @ 07:55 am
 
Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Will you shut up?

Is it annoying you? I'm not sorry. You know it's happening. Tick-tock.

You're being a fucking pain in the arse.

You could tell everyone.

Nothing to tell, shut up.

Who knew it would be year six?

I'll hurt you.

You'll hurt yourself, first.

That's the problem with hurting you, innit?

[ooc: Both voices are Eden!]
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Vic McQueen
31 January 2014 @ 11:31 am
voice/action  
[ A very drunk woman has fallen into the fountain, and after spending a few panicked moments thrashing, she makes it to the edge. She takes the cellphone out of her pocket because it's a reflex to call Lou. It's a reflex she's tried to kill because she's put that man through so much ever-loving shit, but as far as she can understand she's either blacked the fuck out and is just now waking up, or this is a delusion (because she wasn't on the bike. There was no way she went 'finding.' ]

Lou. I'm... yeah. It's one of those calls, you're never gonna get enough of it... Shit. Shit... Pick up the phone, you know I wouldn't... touch this fucking thing if I weren't--

[ Some water goes down the wrong pipe and she hack-coughs. ]

Shit. I don't know where I am, Lou.

[ And then a long pause, a thought occurring, ]

I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming, babe. Sorry I... sorry I woke you.

[ She thinks she's turned the device off when she lays down her head on the edge of the fountain and heaves exactly one sob and then goes silent.]
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Chekov, Pavel Andreievich
31 January 2014 @ 09:48 pm
action, January 30th/31st  
[Okay, but has everyone forgotten that there's snow outside and Anonymous is setting up all kinds of amazing things? Dogsled races! Dips in the ridiculously cold ocean among the icebergs! Free hot chocolate! Chekov, being his own boss, gives himself both days off on account of all of the misery accumulated throughout the rest of January. There's nothing like some bracing winter excitement to lift the spirits.

Shut up, he's Russian.

He makes the most of both days. Dogsled racing on the thirtieth? Yep, he's there, hanging on for dear life and trying to remember which words the dogs respond to. (He doesn't win, but he makes it across the finish line with no injuries that require hospitalization, so he considers himself victorious.) Polar bear swim on the thirty-first? Why not! Chekov is practically obligated to participate! His plan to outlast everyone else braving the icy ocean waters fails when an inability to feel his limbs complicates doggy-paddling, but it was fun while it lasted.

Chekov barely sets foot indoors. He can be found almost anywhere in the City, running or starting snowball fights or watching moonlight sparkle on the snow after the sun sets. It's two days of enjoying the City without worrying about disappointing anyone or dwelling on those who have left. Chekov thinks that he has earned it.]


[ooc: Open action for either day!]
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