Network | Video | PSA about recent Dogtown results

[energyfieldgood]

Who: Rodney McKay
Username: imwithgenius
Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, skeleton horses, amnesia, blood, zombies, guns, bullet wounds, supernatural compulsion, violence, death


Yes, hello. Maybe you remember the mysterious Dogtown building past our oh-so-very-scenic river of blood that some people around here considered the holy grail of answers. Well, we went to check it out. And why would we deny you all the enlightenment it held.

[It's sharp, snide. Someone's in a mood. Even for Rodney, it's a mood.]

You ready for this? It's a zombie. There's zombies now because apparently that's what this place was lacking. You know, just the other night I thought in between all the skeleton horses and amnesia and breaking down of critical infrastructure there's such a lack of dead bodies pursuing me, it's a real letdown.

Dead guy's dressed like a hunter or trapper and shambles with a jolly tune on his lips. Oh, and did I mention the gun? Because there's a gun. Because not only do we get the Terminator's fleshy brother snapping at our heels, obviously he should be able to rain down a hailstorm of bullets at us while he's at it. Because that's fair.

So if you hear whistling, I highly recommend removing yourself from wherever you are unless you feel like playing target practice with things that go Natty Bumppo in the night.

Comments

[ruevealing]

[There's something else. Even without the full story, Rue can tell in the way that Rodney keeps looking away, as if staring too long will break the perfect composure he's been desperately clinging to.

It is a feeling Rue is all too familiar with.]

Rodney, my dear - [a drop in title, as Rue's voice softens, quietly, as if they are worried of scaring him away.]

Take care of yourself. If nothing else these last few months, I have learned how precious and important the bonds between all of us are. You do not have to endure these trials alone. Pray, protect yourself and let others help. We are here for you, through all of this. If you need to speak further about this incident, please, my door is always open to you.

[energyfieldgood]

[His frown deepens, his shoulders coming up a tad. People don't call him dear usually.]

I, uh.

[His voice falters and he clears it again, willing the waver away, the strain in it that threatens to turn into a hitch.]

I mean, I guess I wouldn't mind some more of that shortbread.

[ruevealing]

[Rue's expression softens, kindly. Rodney doesn't need to say another word.]

Then I shall get them prepared. For whenever you're ready.