Timothy Lawrence (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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overjoyed_logs2017-01-31 09:57 am
blap) wrote in overjoyed_logs2017-01-31 09:57 am
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the best medicine (closed)
Who: Rhys and "Jack"
Where: An unnecessarily posh room in a Leithian hospital
When: W4D1(ish)
Summary: Tim's a really nice guy and is here to visit Rhys out of the kindness of his heaNo just kidding he's doing it for Jack.
Restrictions/Warnings: idk but Rhys sucks. Tim sucks. Tim is pretending to be Jack who sucks.
[ It blows him away every time: Leith is so bright, so clean. He can even taste it in the air. Even in a plague-ridden hospital, of all places, and at this point Tim decides he should stop breathing so deeply.
Actually reaching Rhys Kendry turned out to be laughably simple once Angel got done working her magic—which wouldn't have been possible, of course, without Rhys's inadvertent cooperation. The poor, dumb douche. Tim spent the whole commute grumbling inwardly about his task, memory soured by their previous (and only) encounter.
But now that he's here, door gliding open in silence, pesky compassion wins him over just a little bit. Rhys looks like hell. ]
Knock knock, kiddo.
Where: An unnecessarily posh room in a Leithian hospital
When: W4D1(ish)
Summary: Tim's a really nice guy and is here to visit Rhys out of the kindness of his heaNo just kidding he's doing it for Jack.
Restrictions/Warnings: idk but Rhys sucks. Tim sucks. Tim is pretending to be Jack who sucks.
[ It blows him away every time: Leith is so bright, so clean. He can even taste it in the air. Even in a plague-ridden hospital, of all places, and at this point Tim decides he should stop breathing so deeply.
Actually reaching Rhys Kendry turned out to be laughably simple once Angel got done working her magic—which wouldn't have been possible, of course, without Rhys's inadvertent cooperation. The poor, dumb douche. Tim spent the whole commute grumbling inwardly about his task, memory soured by their previous (and only) encounter.
But now that he's here, door gliding open in silence, pesky compassion wins him over just a little bit. Rhys looks like hell. ]
Knock knock, kiddo.
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Again with the eye! Just what kinda hardware are you packin' there, string bean?
[ Oh. Well, that's. Uncomfortable. Uh.
"Jack" coughs. ]
A-Anyway yeah look, I'm real, okay? Check it out.
[ A gentle poke to Rhys's temple, just to the side of his port. Probably gentler than Jack would've been, but the guy's hallucinating, for crying out loud. Tim's not a complete dick, he just plays one on TV. ]
Now what's your little doohickey say, huh? Is—is it pickin' up how totally awesome I am?
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like every Rhack fic would have you believe, but the fact that it's what looks like Jack doing it...triggers something. For a brief moment the hospital room is gone, the white walls replaced with a blue so deep it almost looks black. Red lights flash and blare overhead, some sort of...warning? Quarantine? And he gets the sense that he's just made a terrible mistake.Jack's beside him, only he's blue, telling him Don't do it princess-- There's a woman there too, but it's all flashes until the blue Jack reaches out just like Tim does now and touches his port--and suddenly it's like every synapse in his brain is firing at once. ]
Ghhrhgh-- [ Both his eye and the port flicker with the blue light of activation for a brief moment, but there's none of the actual discomfort from the...memory? Hallucination? Whatever that was, but Rhys quickly bats Tim's hand away (albeit weakly). ]
Don't...do that, alright? I'm fine, I'm...
[ ...Looking at an entirely different read-out from the one he originally took of Jack, actually? It's weird. But glitches out after a moment, and shows him the original.
Rhys swallows. ]
Okay, s-so...you're real. [ That comes out more awkward and weak than he'd intended. ] Why...a-are you here, exactly? I'm--sick, you know? You could catch this.