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[fic] light's gone, day's end
Jan. 22nd, 2012 03:47 amTitle: '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'.
[Locked to Sophie]
Oct. 8th, 2011 02:25 amI'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.
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.
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.
'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.
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.
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.
Introductions.
Jun. 3rd, 2010 10:09 pmOur 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.
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.