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apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-19 08:57 pm
halfdecay) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-19 08:57 pm
{ OPEN LOG } Breathing in the dark, lying on its side — ;
Who: Owen Harper
When: Early April - Late April
Where: Various locations - ADI Headquarters, Housing Complex, etc.
Summary: CATCHALL for the month of April
Warnings: Mentions of gun violence, blood, organs, needles, mild nudity
(i) ⮞ Schrödinger's Medic | ADI Floor B3 - Medical Unit
[If death ever had a feeling, then it would be the absence of feeling. Void of any emotion and sensation that made one’s connection with the living world more personable. Every meal you tuck into, every word, every sensual moment… They are all yours.
And in a blink of an eye, they can be taken away.
At least, that’s what Owen Harper thought. In mere moments, he was standing in front of Martha Jones to protect her from Dr. Copely’s open barrel. And, the next, he is lying cold on the floor. A fatal wound ripped open through his chest. Jack had held his hand tight. Toshiko crying her pretty little eyes out.
And yet, he could not feel a thing anymore. Slowly slipping away from the world.
Words cannot describe how helpless and terrified he was at that moment. In only a few moments, Owen Harper’s world went dark…
At least, that is how the story should go.
You don’t actually expect that you would be able to wake. Bright fluorescent lighting beaming in his eyes. ‘Shit,’ he thinks to himself. Is he back at the Hub? His eyes slowly but surely crack open. There is a lingering dizziness Owen feels. The sort of thing you might feel after having a go at the Merry-Go-Round one too many times. He turns his head to the other side to find a heart monitor and an IV drip. Maybe he really made it, after all.
Owen doesn’t have the patience to wait for a nurse or doctor to pop inside for a check-up. He rips the needle to his IV along with several heart monitoring nodes, then his hospital gown.
All so that he can get a better look at the gaping wound in his chest all stitched up.
From hospital bed to hallway, Owen leans a hand against the wall as he walks down barefooted and in a hospital gown through the halls. That is until Owen feels a sharp pain in his chest that makes him trip over himself and land face-first on the linoleum floors.]
—SHIT!
(ii) ⮞ Laundry Day | ADI Apartment Complex
[Out of the frying pan and into the laundry room. Who would’ve thought hopping between dimensions would be so fucking dull? He supposes he should be grateful that he landed himself in the sleepy city if Gloucester and not, you know, a gaping desolate Hellmouth.
Owen shoves an entire load of clothes in the front load washer. There is about a week’s worth of clothes in there. All thrifted and plucked out of one of the donation bins. He doesn’t exactly have the luxury of shopping for nicer shirts and trousers. Not until his salary kicks in.
He closes the washer door shut and reaches out for the box of laundry soap.
…Only to find out there isn’t any box of soap. The soap he thought he picked up from the General Store but didn’t.
He can’t help but roll his eyes at the cock-up he’s made. His eyes glance around the laundry room until he spots the nearest person with soap readily available.]
(iii) ⮞ Leave Your Heart on the Slab | ADI Floor B3 - Medical Unit
[Here for a medical visit? Maybe talk shop about this town or a new discovery? Cool. You’re just in time to find Owen shoving himself through the double doors of the autopsy room. Unlike most medical doctors and scientists around here, Owen’s lab attire has a pop of flair to it. Literally. The collar on his lab coat is popped up and his lapel is decorated with an array of colourful pins.
And so here he is, now donning a kidney dish that contains, well, a kidney.]
—fucking all this for what? A hunch?! You’d be better off lopping off the scrot on this one if you want to tickle their fancy.
(iv) ⮞ Wildcard | Dealer's Choice
[Feel free to drop in with your own starter! I'll roll with about anything you might have in mind. Drop me a line via PM! Or find me on discord or plurk.]
When: Early April - Late April
Where: Various locations - ADI Headquarters, Housing Complex, etc.
Summary: CATCHALL for the month of April
Warnings: Mentions of gun violence, blood, organs, needles, mild nudity
(i) ⮞ Schrödinger's Medic | ADI Floor B3 - Medical Unit
[If death ever had a feeling, then it would be the absence of feeling. Void of any emotion and sensation that made one’s connection with the living world more personable. Every meal you tuck into, every word, every sensual moment… They are all yours.
And in a blink of an eye, they can be taken away.
At least, that’s what Owen Harper thought. In mere moments, he was standing in front of Martha Jones to protect her from Dr. Copely’s open barrel. And, the next, he is lying cold on the floor. A fatal wound ripped open through his chest. Jack had held his hand tight. Toshiko crying her pretty little eyes out.
And yet, he could not feel a thing anymore. Slowly slipping away from the world.
Words cannot describe how helpless and terrified he was at that moment. In only a few moments, Owen Harper’s world went dark…
At least, that is how the story should go.
You don’t actually expect that you would be able to wake. Bright fluorescent lighting beaming in his eyes. ‘Shit,’ he thinks to himself. Is he back at the Hub? His eyes slowly but surely crack open. There is a lingering dizziness Owen feels. The sort of thing you might feel after having a go at the Merry-Go-Round one too many times. He turns his head to the other side to find a heart monitor and an IV drip. Maybe he really made it, after all.
Owen doesn’t have the patience to wait for a nurse or doctor to pop inside for a check-up. He rips the needle to his IV along with several heart monitoring nodes, then his hospital gown.
All so that he can get a better look at the gaping wound in his chest all stitched up.
From hospital bed to hallway, Owen leans a hand against the wall as he walks down barefooted and in a hospital gown through the halls. That is until Owen feels a sharp pain in his chest that makes him trip over himself and land face-first on the linoleum floors.]
—SHIT!
(ii) ⮞ Laundry Day | ADI Apartment Complex
[Out of the frying pan and into the laundry room. Who would’ve thought hopping between dimensions would be so fucking dull? He supposes he should be grateful that he landed himself in the sleepy city if Gloucester and not, you know, a gaping desolate Hellmouth.
Owen shoves an entire load of clothes in the front load washer. There is about a week’s worth of clothes in there. All thrifted and plucked out of one of the donation bins. He doesn’t exactly have the luxury of shopping for nicer shirts and trousers. Not until his salary kicks in.
He closes the washer door shut and reaches out for the box of laundry soap.
…Only to find out there isn’t any box of soap. The soap he thought he picked up from the General Store but didn’t.
He can’t help but roll his eyes at the cock-up he’s made. His eyes glance around the laundry room until he spots the nearest person with soap readily available.]
(iii) ⮞ Leave Your Heart on the Slab | ADI Floor B3 - Medical Unit
[Here for a medical visit? Maybe talk shop about this town or a new discovery? Cool. You’re just in time to find Owen shoving himself through the double doors of the autopsy room. Unlike most medical doctors and scientists around here, Owen’s lab attire has a pop of flair to it. Literally. The collar on his lab coat is popped up and his lapel is decorated with an array of colourful pins.
And so here he is, now donning a kidney dish that contains, well, a kidney.]
—fucking all this for what? A hunch?! You’d be better off lopping off the scrot on this one if you want to tickle their fancy.
(iv) ⮞ Wildcard | Dealer's Choice
[Feel free to drop in with your own starter! I'll roll with about anything you might have in mind. Drop me a line via PM! Or find me on discord or plurk.]
no subject
…So you’re with the Men in Black?
no subject
Yes, and my dad is Tommy Lee Jones. It’s all serendipitous, really.
no subject
It’s… always good when things work out.
[He looks at the dial on the washer. Not soon. Okay. He looks at Owen again, gamely taking another stab at it, as it were.]
I guess all the weird stuff here isn’t that weird for you.
no subject
So he is going to attempt to not be too much of a prick. ]
I suppose you can say that. Then again, I don’t think I’ll ever be accustomed to driving in the right lane.
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I don’t drive but that seems like it would be confusing for the muscle memory involved. How have you found the food?