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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.
I don't know about the jump, but I feel better in general, to tell you the truth. That's not necessarily a good sign, you know. You start being able to sleep again, that's when the boogeyman comes.
[ But he tries not to be too full on. Nathan is a politician. He does a lot of early mornings, where the other person is grumpy for whatever reason - or maybe didn't get any sleep at all, because they've been busting their hump all night rewriting bills or phoning strangers for donations. He has to be able to balance that stress against his own get-things-done attitude.
And Netherlands probably hasn't had a smoke yet. ]
You heading down to the gardens? [ Shall we get out of here? ]
[ But he tries not to be too full on. Nathan is a politician. He does a lot of early mornings, where the other person is grumpy for whatever reason - or maybe didn't get any sleep at all, because they've been busting their hump all night rewriting bills or phoning strangers for donations. He has to be able to balance that stress against his own get-things-done attitude.
And Netherlands probably hasn't had a smoke yet. ]
You heading down to the gardens? [ Shall we get out of here? ]
[Both brows go up before his expression snaps back to exhausted and he nods. Sure, he can agree with pessimism, he's pessimism's #1 subscriber.
At the mention of having to move, though, he lets his head fall into his hands and grunts.]
Not yet. Don't wanna get dizzy, throw up again.
[There's also the ooc continuity issue of him meeting Takeshi on his way out of medbay BUT if you want them to chat in the gardens we can just skip the part where they set that up and plop them down some hours later, all ready to talk about dreamhorrors.]
At the mention of having to move, though, he lets his head fall into his hands and grunts.]
Not yet. Don't wanna get dizzy, throw up again.
[There's also the ooc continuity issue of him meeting Takeshi on his way out of medbay BUT if you want them to chat in the gardens we can just skip the part where they set that up and plop them down some hours later, all ready to talk about dreamhorrors.]
[ Nathan balances on his heels for a moment, reconsidering, then drops a hand onto Ned's shoulder, and relaxes from his ever ready position. ]
I'm sure we can talk about whatever it is here. I've woken up feeling shitty often enough that I feel you, as far as not moving goes.
[ He's thinking of falling out of the pods, poisoned by radiation and barely able to function. That had been a shitty month. It may be an unnecessary gesture, but he makes a provisional suggestion. ]
If it's serious, though, you mind turning off your comms device, just in case?
I'm sure we can talk about whatever it is here. I've woken up feeling shitty often enough that I feel you, as far as not moving goes.
[ He's thinking of falling out of the pods, poisoned by radiation and barely able to function. That had been a shitty month. It may be an unnecessary gesture, but he makes a provisional suggestion. ]
If it's serious, though, you mind turning off your comms device, just in case?
My - [and a bleary tilt of his head up toward Nathan as he frowns and processes the comms device thing. It takes a few seconds, because he's pretty sure he hasn't turned it on - then realizes he totally did and huffs as he yanks it out.]
Right.
[No need to nod when Nathan can watch him turn it off, so he doesn't. Just powers it down and shoves it back into a jumpsuit pocket.]
Don't think it'll matter if it's off.
Right.
[No need to nod when Nathan can watch him turn it off, so he doesn't. Just powers it down and shoves it back into a jumpsuit pocket.]
Don't think it'll matter if it's off.
Maybe not, but I-- [ He just shrugs his shoulder. ] I'm not comfortable right now, especially not down here. People are watching.
[ Even if they're not. The creeping feeling of paranoia, of being watched--it all started here, and added to Nathan's natural paranoia and the additional concern he's developed as Head of Communications, there's really nothing for it. He's always going to be prickly about taking precautions. ]
Alright. So...let's hear it.
[ Even if they're not. The creeping feeling of paranoia, of being watched--it all started here, and added to Nathan's natural paranoia and the additional concern he's developed as Head of Communications, there's really nothing for it. He's always going to be prickly about taking precautions. ]
Alright. So...let's hear it.
[As much as he'd like to smoke while he rattles this off, it'll just make him more sick, so he buries his head back into his hands with his elbows on his knees and speaks up only enough to ensure that Nathan can hear. Not that there are a lot of people in the 002 section of lockers left - and any of those he'd be willing to tell.
Deep breath, and it tumbles out all in clipped, precise tones:]
Think it was from before - on the ship. Two military guys were in one of the halls, guardin' a room. Cold as shit, dark. Bunch of screams comin' from it. Mechanical sounds- [he vaguely waves a hand] - whatever. They were talkin' about how they weren't supposed to talk about it - [an ill-humored huff] - neither of 'em wanted to be there. Didn't like what was going on. Sounded like they were forced into it. Government shit, maybe.
Deep breath, and it tumbles out all in clipped, precise tones:]
Think it was from before - on the ship. Two military guys were in one of the halls, guardin' a room. Cold as shit, dark. Bunch of screams comin' from it. Mechanical sounds- [he vaguely waves a hand] - whatever. They were talkin' about how they weren't supposed to talk about it - [an ill-humored huff] - neither of 'em wanted to be there. Didn't like what was going on. Sounded like they were forced into it. Government shit, maybe.
Hey, Nathan. It's Claire. [A slight pause.] Do you have a minute?
I'm okay. [A pause.] Actually, I'm a little confused. I, um, just talked to this guy. He contacted me, in fact, and, well [a deep breath] did you get into a fight? Like... a physical fist fight kind of fight?
[ Oh, so that's what this is about. Nathan pauses for a long moment, and when he speaks again his voice is ice over steel. ]
I'm sure he told you a right story. Well, let me reassure you, Claire. When he came outta absolutely nowhere with his robo-vampire fists and collapsed the whole right side of my face, I did get up and hit him back. But I didn't 'get into a fight'. That's not what you call it when you get pounded by a Seven-Forty-Seven.
I'm sure he told you a right story. Well, let me reassure you, Claire. When he came outta absolutely nowhere with his robo-vampire fists and collapsed the whole right side of my face, I did get up and hit him back. But I didn't 'get into a fight'. That's not what you call it when you get pounded by a Seven-Forty-Seven.
[She's expecting this reaction but it still stings a bit. Why he feels he has to be one extreme or the next, she'll never know. Just like she'll probably never admit to anyone but herself how much like him she can be in that regard. She sighs softly, pushes that particular thought from her head, and tries to keep her tone calm. Reasonable.]
See, this is why I called. When I really thought about what he said, some of it just didn't add up. I just thought I should get your side before freaking out and... [a pause; maybe she should change the subject a little] are you okay? I mean, you said he collapsed your face. Do you, um, want some of my blood to heal you?
See, this is why I called. When I really thought about what he said, some of it just didn't add up. I just thought I should get your side before freaking out and... [a pause; maybe she should change the subject a little] are you okay? I mean, you said he collapsed your face. Do you, um, want some of my blood to heal you?
[Claire chuckles softly.]
Tell me about it. This place redefines insane daily.
[Okay. This is going better than expected. She still needs to discuss things though. Like Peter. But maybe not like this.]
Do you mind if I come by? [There's a hopeful tone in her voice.] I just want to make sure you're okay myself. [And it's not a lie. It's not the only reason she wants to stop by but it's one of them.]
Tell me about it. This place redefines insane daily.
[Okay. This is going better than expected. She still needs to discuss things though. Like Peter. But maybe not like this.]
Do you mind if I come by? [There's a hopeful tone in her voice.] I just want to make sure you're okay myself. [And it's not a lie. It's not the only reason she wants to stop by but it's one of them.]
Don't worry. I'm tougher than I look. But I'll be careful. [A pause then, sincerely] And thanks, for humoring me. I'll be there in a few.
Got it. On my way now.
[ooc: action or log? whichever you'd prefer :)]
[ It's already late anyway. Most people have gone off to do whatever they do when they disperse from the locker-room. It's not wholly a comfortable quiet. Back here, it seems to Nathan that the feeling of being watched hasn't wholly departed. He'd rather be in the gardens. He'd always rather be in the gardens. ]
Do you know where this room was?
Do you know where this room was?
[That's a shared sentiment. Even without the feeling of being watched, the medbay and lockers and all of that shit hold too many bad memories for him to be comfortable. But moving? Not an option. So if he's terse, well, aren't they all.]
No. Just saw the hallway - [a huff] - could be any goddamn hallway, here.
No. Just saw the hallway - [a huff] - could be any goddamn hallway, here.
[ folded and left stuck to nathan's door with homemade sticky tape:
a sketch that looks an awful lot like an artist's recreation of a mural, done in red colored pencil; the paper is divided into thirds, with each section having a planet with an oblong ship hovering above it, and small warped dog-like figures falling from each ship, the surface of each world already crawling with them.
on the back a note says: ]
a sketch that looks an awful lot like an artist's recreation of a mural, done in red colored pencil; the paper is divided into thirds, with each section having a planet with an oblong ship hovering above it, and small warped dog-like figures falling from each ship, the surface of each world already crawling with them.
on the back a note says: ]
segment of the whole. ask sulu about it.
--nc
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