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You've reached Senator Nathan Petrelli. If I'm not answering your call please leave me a message, and I'll get back to you just as soon as I can.
You've reached Senator Nathan Petrelli. If I'm not answering your call please leave me a message, and I'll get back to you just as soon as I can.
Yeah, maybe. Free coffee might do it. She just, uh, I dunno. Has a tendency to be kinda... standoffish.
[To put it moderately.]
[To put it moderately.]
Yeah. Since, I dunno, high school.
[Not ... that he ever went to high school. But. Close enough.]
[Not ... that he ever went to high school. But. Close enough.]
[He laughs.] Sweethearts? Hardly. It's been kinda on and off. We've only actually been married for a couple months now. She finally caved, I guess. It's not the first time I'd asked.
Well yeah, of course.
[In their own special way.]
But, uh, if you're done interrogating me on my personal life, I should probably get back to work. You know. Important stuff.
[In their own special way.]
But, uh, if you're done interrogating me on my personal life, I should probably get back to work. You know. Important stuff.
Man, that guy's an asshole, though. Delta's been a lot more help.
[An aha! moment has just occurred. Church grins. Maybe he and Nathan think alike in more ways than he'd realized.]
Well, then. I'll let him know if there's anything he needs to do to help out.
Well, then. I'll let him know if there's anything he needs to do to help out.
[L's tone is somewhere between exasperated and weary.]
This is Ryuuzaki. I won't be able to make it to my shift safely. Will you be able to arrange other coverage?
[Hey, Petrelli, this is serious. He never misses a shift... but the elevators aren't working and there are things around and he may or may not be aware that Lucrezia seems a little too enthusiastic about that knife. He'll be stuck on his floor, and eventually in his room, until things settle down or his food and water stash runs out.
There isn't enough coffee there and he won't be sleeping, so he'll be emerging in a spectacular mood. But at least he'll be in one piece.]
This is Ryuuzaki. I won't be able to make it to my shift safely. Will you be able to arrange other coverage?
[Hey, Petrelli, this is serious. He never misses a shift... but the elevators aren't working and there are things around and he may or may not be aware that Lucrezia seems a little too enthusiastic about that knife. He'll be stuck on his floor, and eventually in his room, until things settle down or his food and water stash runs out.
There isn't enough coffee there and he won't be sleeping, so he'll be emerging in a spectacular mood. But at least he'll be in one piece.]
Ha. Ahaha ha ha [ The last one a tired sigh. ] Ha.
Stopped counting when people showed up days ago. Don't care. I'll be here or something.
[ Delirious from lack of sleep, ill, and fighting off the occasional demon. Oh and the occasional imaginary demons, too. Nathan isn't all that together. ]
Stopped counting when people showed up days ago. Don't care. I'll be here or something.
[ Delirious from lack of sleep, ill, and fighting off the occasional demon. Oh and the occasional imaginary demons, too. Nathan isn't all that together. ]
[ Nathan's voice doesn't raise above a monotone. He's too tired to function, and dying from exhaustion is an actual thing. He honestly continues to be surprised that anyone on the ship has the energy to so much as raise their head. ]
I don't know, I haven't had a chance to look around recently. [ That's one way to put it, anyway. ]
I don't know, I haven't had a chance to look around recently. [ That's one way to put it, anyway. ]
[That's a no, then, or it might as well be.
Sometimes you have to make sacrifices when you leverage a situation to best advantage; it's a rule L lives by. If it was necessary to allow a preventable death to happen to prevent many other deaths in the future, he would order a cup of coffee and sit on his hands. But almost no one on the Tranquility is expendable, least of all Petrelli, and even if he were, this would be a stupid way to die.]
I suppose Security has their hands full.
Is it pointless to ask you if you think there's any way you can get out of there safely?
Sometimes you have to make sacrifices when you leverage a situation to best advantage; it's a rule L lives by. If it was necessary to allow a preventable death to happen to prevent many other deaths in the future, he would order a cup of coffee and sit on his hands. But almost no one on the Tranquility is expendable, least of all Petrelli, and even if he were, this would be a stupid way to die.]
I suppose Security has their hands full.
Is it pointless to ask you if you think there's any way you can get out of there safely?
Edited 2013-10-01 05:23 (UTC)
[ Nathan has been up out of the jump bay by the time Ned has called him, trying to get a feeling for what really became of the Communications department in those last couple of weeks of mind numbing semi-consciousness. It's not as bad as his addled mind had made up, it turns out, so rather than plough right into salvaging it, and having taken Ned's urgent call, it's back to the lockers with him.
It'll take him a couple of days, but apart from the rampant - and cloying - paranoia, he feels pretty good. Fresh hair cut, clean new suit from the station, polished new shoes--he's practically a new man. The news from Ned might be unsettling, and he'll need to hear more to know for sure what it means, but there's an unusual feeling settled in his chest, a certain joyfulness that expels itself as a tune, whistled as he steps out of the elevator and winds his way back through the remaining people to find Ned. ]
It'll take him a couple of days, but apart from the rampant - and cloying - paranoia, he feels pretty good. Fresh hair cut, clean new suit from the station, polished new shoes--he's practically a new man. The news from Ned might be unsettling, and he'll need to hear more to know for sure what it means, but there's an unusual feeling settled in his chest, a certain joyfulness that expels itself as a tune, whistled as he steps out of the elevator and winds his way back through the remaining people to find Ned. ]
[Turns out sleeping through two jumps really does give someone twice the jump hangover. His rabbit is clean and sleeping in his locker - Netherlands himself is showered, not puking any longer, and mostly-jumpsuited up. That's about as far as it goes. No scarf, no hairstyle, no boots. Heather gave him a brief rundown on the last month, but that's not what he's thinking about when he hears Nathan's tune heading his way.
He lifts his head out of his hands and scowls, slightly jealous and more than ready to tell whoever it is to fuck off and spare his migraine, when he sees just who it is. And what a sight. Instead of bitching he snorts and leans forward onto his elbows, raising a brow.]
Huh. 'Least someone's having a good jump, then.
He lifts his head out of his hands and scowls, slightly jealous and more than ready to tell whoever it is to fuck off and spare his migraine, when he sees just who it is. And what a sight. Instead of bitching he snorts and leans forward onto his elbows, raising a brow.]
Huh. 'Least someone's having a good jump, then.
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