Voicemail.

Jun. 23rd, 2029 01:16 am
somniaresolis: (☀ and stuff 'em into his pockets)
"Robert Capa. Leave a message."


[Phone / Text / Voicemail / Email]
 
somniaresolis: (☀ the weight of the world)


robert capa


man of a thousand faces by regina spektor
'smiles at the moon like he knows her,
and begins his quiet ascension.'


colourblind by counting crows
'i am taffy stuck, tongue tied,
stuttered, shook and uptight.'


perth by bon iver
'move dust through the light to find your name,
it's something faint, this is not a place.'


from yesterday by 30 seconds to mars
'but it's hard to admit how it ends and begins,
on his face is a map of the world.'


capa meets the sun (to heal) by underworld
(instrumental)



somniaresolis: (Darkest of days.)

Title: 'light's gone, day's end'
Characters: Robert Capa, Martha Jones.
Notes: It's always the same dream. Falling into the sun. Capa's been in Chicago a while, but he's still dreaming of it.
Word Count: 865.
Prompt: 'Sleep'.

underthecut )

somniaresolis: (I'm a Physicist.)

I had sex in space once.

We were all sure we were going to die, it was pretty much a suicide mission.

I'd fallen in love with my crew-mate.
I didn't mean to, but I had.




Out of all the complexity and madness that was asked of us
It seemed like the clearest and simplest thing to do.

I don't regret it.

somniaresolis: ([neg] awkwarly uncomfortable)
I'm still looking, you know.

I don't know where you are, but I wish you'd come back.







I miss you, Parker.
somniaresolis: ([neg] apologetic)
I'm afraid you don't know me, but I'm a friend of Parker's.

I'm aware she's not been seen for some time.
A mutual friend suggested I ask you if you've had any luck in finding her.

If you'd like any help at all in finding her, I can come help. Any time.

I can also ask Martha Jones if she can send out a search party too.
somniaresolis: ([neg] worried)
[Locked to Parker]

Parker, where are you?

Are you alright?


[Locked to Bela]

Have you seen Parker?

I'm aware she has bouts of going off and being by herself sometimes.

But I'm worried, this is longer than usual.

[Public]

Aug. 20th, 2011 05:20 am
somniaresolis: ([neg] awkwarly uncomfortable)
The first time I did training in Earth orbit, I threw up in the suit. Twice.

[Private]

May. 11th, 2011 06:14 am
somniaresolis: (I really fucked it up this time)
It's not my fault.








I was supposed to die too.
somniaresolis: (Stands alone among the wreck)
Are you alright?

After since


the last time we talked?
somniaresolis: (Take all the courage you have left.)
Well, I suppose I should honor my Irish roots today...

I wish you all a very happy Saint Patrick's Day.







And... uh, please drink responsibly.
somniaresolis: (Take all the courage you have left.)
Left outside Hermione's door in Kashtta is a thin package. The package is simply wrapped up in brown paper and a thin blue bow. There's also a small note on a piece of paper slipped under the bow which reads.

'Hermione,

Heard around the Tower that it was your birthday, thought I'd get you this.

I really hope it's not too late.

Happy Birthday,

Robert.'


The gift is a copy of Shakespeare's 'The Winter's Tale' - something which Robert is always reminded by when he thinks of Hermione. It's how he recognized her name the first day they met. He hopes she doesn't already have a copy of it.
somniaresolis: (I really fucked it up this time)
I saw the transmission.

Not entirely sure what to say, I guess.
Not sure how to feel, either. I'm angry, and a little afraid. But I can deal.

What I do know is that I have these... DNA mutation/manipulation or Rift power, whatever you'd like to call it. I have these powers and I want to put them to good use. I want to fight.

We shouldn't have to feel afraid. It's not our fault we're here and no one should make us feel otherwise. We're here in Chicago. We live and work and survive here. And some humans don't realise it, but I bet a great deal of us help you too. We're here to stay. Chicago is our home too.

So.. yeah. Count me in.

If we have to fight, I'm going to fight.

[Long pause]


I hope everyone's okay.

[ooc] :|

Jun. 7th, 2010 02:17 am
somniaresolis: (I'm a Physicist.)
OKAY LIVEJOURNAL STOP BEING SO CRAPPY.

Clicking shit I don't wanna click and then not clicking when I do click. Not impressed. :|

I hatechoo LJ. </3
somniaresolis: (Default)
Our sun is dying. Mankind faces extinction. Seven years ago the Icarus project sent a mission to restart the sun but that mission was lost before it reached the star. Sixteen months ago, I, Robert Capa, and a crew of seven left earth frozen in a solar winter. Our payload a stellar bomb with a mass equivalent to Manhattan Island. Our purpose to create a star within a star.

Eight astronauts strapped to the back of a bomb. My bomb. Welcome to the Icarus Two.

Or that's what it used to be. That is what I knew for certain.

Now I'm not sure what's going on anymore.
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