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[bit_impossible]

[when the Sphere turns on, it shows him sitting in an office somewhere on Level 12, hands covering his face and muffling his mutterings. his knuckles are bloody and the two fingers on his left hand still move with an odd detachment like they're simply along for the ride and not being controlled by him. he's not showing it, but those nerve endings in his burnt hand have started to come back--something he hoped wouldn't come around until much later.]

[when he finally does remove his hands, he doesn't look all that different than he did a few days ago. no dark circles, yawning, or even hand tremors even with his recent assault on the wall behind him; his hands are as steady as ever. it's the dark, acerbic look in his eyes that tell a different story. he might not need the sleep, but that doesn't mean he isn't frustrated as hell.]

There has to be a way of helping them. I'm just not finding it. Medications, hypnosis, meditation, not even--! None of it! And if they don't get some sleep soon, they'll... [he trails off, not wishing to think of the people he knows and cares for dying from something so easily preventable.]

If only there were some way to get to that man! [he's aware of the Sphere being on now.] Say what you will, Orion. You talk of saving "them", well my friend, talk can only get you so far! And that's saying nothing about the riddles and endless games you and Ganymede force us to play! For all your talk about him and blaming the man for what's happened, you two are terribly alike. Perhaps his madness had grabbed hold of you before you evacuated the ship, I wonder.

[laughs bitterly] How foolish of me. It's not like you're going to respond to this or anything else we say to you, is there Orion? If I could only get to you...

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[oliverplus]

[after more than four days without sleep, Oliver is looking miserably haggard and exhausted. he is sitting at a table in the Library, his head resting on his arms on the table in front of him, deep, dark circles under his eyes and his hair and clothing messy and rumpled] Doctor? Calm down. [blinks sleepily, rubbing at his eyes] But... [yawns] ...if Orion replies, let me know, okay?

[bit_impossible]

[frowns seeing his friend in such a state.]

You don't think he's actually going to reply, do you?

[oliverplus]

No. But why not try, right?

[bit_impossible]

Oh yes, trying never hurt anyone.

[hisoldgirl]

[her expression says a great deal, as she is simply looking at his hands, her lips drawn and eyes dark]

[bit_impossible]

It's not as bad as you think. At least these wounds will heal, that much I know for certain.

[hisoldgirl]

[let's see how well I can keep these straight now!]

There is never any reason for me to not be concerned when you come to harm.

[canniballistic.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I hope you weren't planning to go charging into battle without at least tending to current wounds. [Dazed and amused. Abel doesn't look as bad as he feels, but he's less haggard from the actual exhaustion than the side effects of it.]

What happened to your hand, Doctor?

[bit_impossible]

I haven't gotten around to it yet. These ones I know will heal. [looks at the damage he did to his knuckles.]

[holds up his left hand with the bandage on it] Ah, this one?

[canniballistic.livejournal.com]

[he nods, leaning forward a bit to push up his glasses] That one, yes. It really looks bad!

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

...

He's not going to answer.

[bit_impossible]

I know, but it made me feel a little better.

[tsundereisms.livejournal.com]

[gives a shrug and a nod, she gets it]

[ghostin-myshell.livejournal.com]

[Miss Looking-For-Patterns-And-Connections is pinged~]

...What did you say about Orion and Ganymede being similar?

[bit_impossible]

[lets what he ranted about process for a moment, then he grins.] Exactly what I said.

[ghostin-myshell.livejournal.com]

[sudden shock of brain waves as she quickly reviews two recent visuals of Ganymede's body and Orion, as well as some older audio feeds]

Taking into account what you mentioned, do you find it odd that they both have blond hair, and Orion has referred to Ganymede as "old man"? If it's only a coincidence, then I might as well banish my ghost to the net.

[rocksecution.livejournal.com]

[That was far too much talking to comprehend right now.]

Could you repeat the last part?

[bit_impossible]

[arches an eyebrow]

About Orion not responding to what I've said?

[rocksecution.livejournal.com]

...anything after "Orion", really...

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[sitting slumped against a wall in one of the unrotted corridors and looking pretty wretched himself, with dark circles under his eyes. but he can still keep his sense of humour.]

Mind saying all that... [stifles a yawn with difficulty] a little slower?

[bit_impossible]

[frowns, and repeats what he'd said, assuming Lyle wants to hear about Orion and not his own failure to help everyone.]

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[smiles weakly] I was kinda joking, but thanks anyway.

[shoutsforearth.livejournal.com]

[Donna is leaning against the doorframe of the office, looking a lot worse for wear.]

How long is this going to go on for, Doctor?

[bit_impossible]

[oh, that gets him on his feet and over to her the moment he sees her.]

I'm not sure. There has to be a way to stop it before everybody starts...[but he trails off, unable to finish that sentence.]

[shoutsforearth.livejournal.com]

[she hesitates for a moment before finishing it for him] ... Dying?

Doctor, that's not going to happen. [Tell me it's not going to happen, she adds silently.]