it's a hell of a scene but there's no story [ closed ]

[counterblows]

Who: Newt + the unwitting residents of islet 4 cottage 3
What: Local scientist passes out! Washington man drags him back to abandoned house. THIS IS A GENERAL HOUSE MINGLE LOG so u can tag around and stuff
When: September...4th? it's backdated
Where: Islet 4, cottage 3
Warnings: Language, probably, but I'll edit if anything comes up!



[So Wash is going to have some explaining to do.]

[He starts by de-armoring, however, because at least then he's not liable to get called Samus anymore. Whoever that is. Feels especially dumb when he's wearing a hoodie that literally says Washington State across the front, but it's also likely to raise fewer questions than his armor.]

[He just straight up threw the guy on Wash's own pallet, because fuck it, he's already drooled on his armor like a dick, so what's one more shred of property damage to his name? Except he doesn't even know his name. That's order of business number one.]

[Order of business number two, probably, is explaining what the fuck is going on when the roommates walk in to realize that their decrepit shack now has a passed-out scientist just...hanging out inside it.]

[It's fine.]

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the dumb scientist

[fortunefavored]

[Newt dreams in blue.

Which is different.

He hasn't really dreamt in blue before. He's usually more of a technicolor dreams kinda person.

Now? It's all blue. Like the drift. And yet...this doesn't feel like the drift at all. It feels empty and hollow; a space where something (or someone) should be. There's flickers of memory, both his and not, playing like a movie in another room, blurry, just out of reach. There's something bigger, too. Something more menacing, or at least the echoes of it, pressing at the base of his skull. Something that should be there; something that should be taking root in his headspace that has been removed or denied, leaving only the faint pulse of it. It's an awareness of the absence, rather than the acknowledgement of it, and it sends something like a chill down Newt's spine.

He tries to move away from it; from that space where something sinister should be. He runs, moving towards a faint flicker of something warm, memories not his own but also his own, and in a moment, his feet are pounding on the pavement of Hong Kong, pushing through terrified crowds as he looks behind him to see a kaiju, enormous, probably 2000-ish tons of (not) awesome headed his way and for a moment he can only stare in awe. I wanna see one alive and up close one day. That's what he'd said to Raleigh. Now he's getting his wish yet all he can feel is terror. He can't move. He's frozen to the spot as it comes closer, he should run, he needs to run, it looks down at him and raises a giant claw and oh god he's going to die--

--which is about the time that Newt jerks awake, sucking in air on a harsh gasp as he sits up. This movement, unfortunately, strains his ribs something awful, so after that he's immediately dropping back down onto the pallet, clutching at his sides]

Ow, ow, ow, fuck! [he groans, squeezing his eyes shut] That really really hurt.

tigerlily time!!

[tuskenlancer]

[ The cottage is much bigger than the shack she and Wash had started out in, but with everyone now living there, it doesn't always feel as though there's that much more space.

But when a tigerlily decides that it's adopting you, there's not really a lot of room to say no, extra living space or not. Besides, she doesn't want to. She'd fallen in love from the first moment she'd seen the young (if still giant, for a pet) cat, and the thought of having an animal of her own, that she can love without any guilt or complicated emotions or anything else, someone here that belongs just to her -

Well, it's appealing right now.

The presence of an extra person in the cottage doesn't even register right away. She's busy coaxing the tigerlily to follow her inside, mindful of its (understandable) wariness and terrified that it's going to spook and bolt and so much for her new pet. CT crouches down, holding out an encouraging hand. ]

Come on, it's okay...