Closed Role-Play Thread: August 1, 2015 - October 31, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 21:46:09 GMT -5
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Post by Random Commander on Oct 14, 2015 21:46:09 GMT -5
Serena made her way through the officer's quarters to Saunders' room, following a request she'd received through her email. Truth be told it had been a while since she'd seen Saunders, the last few months had been filled with missions, research, planning and all manner of other interruptions. Hell she'd been pulled out of the psionic tank mid way through her second aptitude test which pissed her off to no end. Granted the process wasn't nearly as unpleasant once you were used to it, but it still wasn't something she appreciated putting up with more than neccesary. And now she was slated for another dip in just a few days. She came to the door, knocking with her fist before she stood back and awaited a response.
A crash came from the other side of the door when Serena knocked on it. "Goddamn! You don't have to knock that hard!" shouted a surprised Tom, who's voice was somewhat distorted by the closed door. After some footsteps, he finally opened the door. "Ah, should've known it was you. Come on in!"
"Why, because i knocked harder than usual?" Serena chuckled as she wandered into the room. "Which by the way: i didn't, which makes me suspect you're being unusually jumpy for some other reason."
"Yeah, okay. I'll admit I'm a little nervous today." Tom scratched the back of his head.
Downright scared actually, even though he's in my dreams, I still get the feeling he's a real, powerful entity... I don't want to scar Serena for life if he's capable of doing real damage, but at the same time, I really need help...
From Serena's point of view, a transparent profile of a character in a deer mask seems to sort of "phase in." Apparently this is the image of "him" Tom has in his head. Serena raised an eyebrow at the image, and gestured for Tom to take a seat.
"How frequently does this figure appear in your dreams?" She asked with concern.
"Woah what the--? Oh, right. Psionic. Forgot..." Tom took a seat as instructed, forgetting for a moment he was the superior officer.
"Well, not that frequent. I encountered him a total of... 4 times I think, all of 'em throughout my service here in XCOM. So this is kinda new." He sat back for a moment, fist to his mouth, thinking of all the encounters with the deer-masked man. "First time he had some sort of girl with him, but she was only a mouthpiece that he no longer had to use. The second time... you were in it, I believe he was trying to let me see the outcome of if I followed his 'directions...' The third time I think I was leading a band of German archaeologists, for some reason I felt his presence there, and the fourth time he told me to kill a guy who had an alien mask on while I was nagged and scolded by another guy who looked just like me but wasn't. Somehow, I can't fight this guy like I usually do with all my nightmares, I have to use a bit of psychological warefare in order to stand a chance. I uh... had this thought that with your psionic whatever, there could be a possibility that we could actually be able to have a shared dream, and you can help me outsmart this bastard and ultimately kick his ass so I can be truly fearless or some shit."
He turned noticeably red. "I know, it's kind of a poor excuse to get you to sleep with me, but hey... we're soldiers now, we gotta feel alive somehow before death catches us by surprise."
Serena listened intently, flushing bright red at the last comment before she regained her composure, trying to retain some semblance of professionalism with the whole "Psychiatrist" Thing she had going on.
"Uhhh.. might want to watch your choice of words there Sir," She chuckled. "Unless of course you know exactly what you meant in which case as a Master Sergeant of XCOM it'd be my duty to inform you of our allegedly very strict policies on fraternization."
Tom laughed. "It was an idle thought!" he yelled half-jokingly, "maybe if you stop reading my mind, you won't delve into any crazy fantasies I have!" He kept giggling for a bit, facepalming afterward.
I can't believe I just said that out loud.
"I can," Serena grinned. "You can rest easy though, though you typically have a lot on your mind it rarely wanders into things unrelated."
She took a seat, adjusting her tie before she resumed her discussion.
"That being said, If you meant what you said, my position as Master Sergeant aside; as the woman possibly mildly infatuated with you, i'd ask you at least buy me dinner first." She continued with a slightly mischeivous smirk.
"But we're getting off topic," She continued, clearing her throat. "I'll run it through the official channels to see if i can't get permission for temporary shared quarters for reasons of psychiatric care, they could deny it but i doubt they will."
"I bet Vahlen would be interested in the results, I just fucking bet. Mind reading does seem to be a powerful thing, I'm sure they would allow using it as a psychiatric medium. Whatever gets the crazy guy to be less crazy, right?" Tom let out an amused huff.
"And don't worry" he winked as he continued, "dinner is totally on me. Right after we are allowed leave from base that doesn't get fucking interrupted by some random bullshit shenanigans, yeah?"
"Yeah... about that," She stated, her smile trailing off somewhat. "I'm due for another dip in the psychic bathtub, i'm not sure how long that'll take, but maybe after that i can look into putting in for official leave."
Tom's smile also faded a little bit. "Understandable. I mean, Lucy said that the commander wants me back in the septic tanks of genetic goodness the day after tomorrow." His smile did return, though. "So once again we just can't wait to get dangerous alien material inside us, right?"
"Jesus christ Tom, Phrasing!" Serena laughed. "And to be fair it's not my ideal choice, but duty calls and all that."
"Okay, seriously, I don't see how what I said translates..." Tom ran the phrase once more in his head, and got to the end before flushing his face again. "Godammit, Mc'Ivor" he chuckled.
Getting to her feet, Serena glanced briefly to the door.
"In any case i should be on my way, hopefully this time i don't acquire any new surprises."
Tom nodded his head in understanding. "I hope so too. Dismissed, Master Sergeant. See you soon, I suppose..."
She smiled, leaning forwards and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before standing back and throwing a casual salute.
"Yes sir, i'll be sure to stay in touch."
And at that, she turned on her heel and headed out of the room, back to her usual duties.
A crash came from the other side of the door when Serena knocked on it. "Goddamn! You don't have to knock that hard!" shouted a surprised Tom, who's voice was somewhat distorted by the closed door. After some footsteps, he finally opened the door. "Ah, should've known it was you. Come on in!"
"Why, because i knocked harder than usual?" Serena chuckled as she wandered into the room. "Which by the way: i didn't, which makes me suspect you're being unusually jumpy for some other reason."
"Yeah, okay. I'll admit I'm a little nervous today." Tom scratched the back of his head.
Downright scared actually, even though he's in my dreams, I still get the feeling he's a real, powerful entity... I don't want to scar Serena for life if he's capable of doing real damage, but at the same time, I really need help...
From Serena's point of view, a transparent profile of a character in a deer mask seems to sort of "phase in." Apparently this is the image of "him" Tom has in his head. Serena raised an eyebrow at the image, and gestured for Tom to take a seat.
"How frequently does this figure appear in your dreams?" She asked with concern.
"Woah what the--? Oh, right. Psionic. Forgot..." Tom took a seat as instructed, forgetting for a moment he was the superior officer.
"Well, not that frequent. I encountered him a total of... 4 times I think, all of 'em throughout my service here in XCOM. So this is kinda new." He sat back for a moment, fist to his mouth, thinking of all the encounters with the deer-masked man. "First time he had some sort of girl with him, but she was only a mouthpiece that he no longer had to use. The second time... you were in it, I believe he was trying to let me see the outcome of if I followed his 'directions...' The third time I think I was leading a band of German archaeologists, for some reason I felt his presence there, and the fourth time he told me to kill a guy who had an alien mask on while I was nagged and scolded by another guy who looked just like me but wasn't. Somehow, I can't fight this guy like I usually do with all my nightmares, I have to use a bit of psychological warefare in order to stand a chance. I uh... had this thought that with your psionic whatever, there could be a possibility that we could actually be able to have a shared dream, and you can help me outsmart this bastard and ultimately kick his ass so I can be truly fearless or some shit."
He turned noticeably red. "I know, it's kind of a poor excuse to get you to sleep with me, but hey... we're soldiers now, we gotta feel alive somehow before death catches us by surprise."
Serena listened intently, flushing bright red at the last comment before she regained her composure, trying to retain some semblance of professionalism with the whole "Psychiatrist" Thing she had going on.
"Uhhh.. might want to watch your choice of words there Sir," She chuckled. "Unless of course you know exactly what you meant in which case as a Master Sergeant of XCOM it'd be my duty to inform you of our allegedly very strict policies on fraternization."
Tom laughed. "It was an idle thought!" he yelled half-jokingly, "maybe if you stop reading my mind, you won't delve into any crazy fantasies I have!" He kept giggling for a bit, facepalming afterward.
I can't believe I just said that out loud.
"I can," Serena grinned. "You can rest easy though, though you typically have a lot on your mind it rarely wanders into things unrelated."
She took a seat, adjusting her tie before she resumed her discussion.
"That being said, If you meant what you said, my position as Master Sergeant aside; as the woman possibly mildly infatuated with you, i'd ask you at least buy me dinner first." She continued with a slightly mischeivous smirk.
"But we're getting off topic," She continued, clearing her throat. "I'll run it through the official channels to see if i can't get permission for temporary shared quarters for reasons of psychiatric care, they could deny it but i doubt they will."
"I bet Vahlen would be interested in the results, I just fucking bet. Mind reading does seem to be a powerful thing, I'm sure they would allow using it as a psychiatric medium. Whatever gets the crazy guy to be less crazy, right?" Tom let out an amused huff.
"And don't worry" he winked as he continued, "dinner is totally on me. Right after we are allowed leave from base that doesn't get fucking interrupted by some random bullshit shenanigans, yeah?"
"Yeah... about that," She stated, her smile trailing off somewhat. "I'm due for another dip in the psychic bathtub, i'm not sure how long that'll take, but maybe after that i can look into putting in for official leave."
Tom's smile also faded a little bit. "Understandable. I mean, Lucy said that the commander wants me back in the septic tanks of genetic goodness the day after tomorrow." His smile did return, though. "So once again we just can't wait to get dangerous alien material inside us, right?"
"Jesus christ Tom, Phrasing!" Serena laughed. "And to be fair it's not my ideal choice, but duty calls and all that."
"Okay, seriously, I don't see how what I said translates..." Tom ran the phrase once more in his head, and got to the end before flushing his face again. "Godammit, Mc'Ivor" he chuckled.
Getting to her feet, Serena glanced briefly to the door.
"In any case i should be on my way, hopefully this time i don't acquire any new surprises."
Tom nodded his head in understanding. "I hope so too. Dismissed, Master Sergeant. See you soon, I suppose..."
She smiled, leaning forwards and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before standing back and throwing a casual salute.
"Yes sir, i'll be sure to stay in touch."
And at that, she turned on her heel and headed out of the room, back to her usual duties.