The Bearded One

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...what kind? Remember, the cybernetic allows access to visual stuff, like webpages. Would John be able to, say, browse the internet?

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Any type of signal going through this place? And, if so, what kind?

EDIT: Like, wifi, cellphone, radio, gps, whatever

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Hmmmm, the more time goes by, and the more people mention the shouting incident, the more I wish I had not wrote it.

I'll try and get a post up in the next couple days, but at the moment I'm not sure what to say at all. Margle flargl, maybe John should just have an aneurysm...

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Hey, JDH, I just wanna remind you that this:

"Look here, gramps, I know what you're doing, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped, especially seeing as you aren't any good at it. Seriously, where'd they teach you how to talk to people who you suspect are crazy? Ugh, whatever. I'm out."

is the only bit John says before the intercom comes on.

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huhn. As much as I'd like to bring in another character, I'm not sure if I should, since I seem to be the cause of most of the problems around here. *hangs head in shame*

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"Look here, gramps, I know what you're doing, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped, especially seeing as you aren't any good at it. Seriously, where'd they teach you how to talk to people who you suspect are crazy? Ugh, whatever. I'm out."

John grumbled his way into the hallway and began to make his way back to "his" room to sulk, when suddenly unseen speakers chimed into life. John at once looked up in anger, eyes narrowing as he looked for the intercom he knew must be there. "Zesiro! Doesn't your chicken shit team know not to take away medication from someone who can't tell you what it's for? I mean, what the fuck, man? Did you even bother reading the label before taking my only means of not freaking out when locked up underg- wait." the anger quickly drains away, replaced by a look of extreme concentration, John staring off into the distance.

"Wait. According to the portholes... We... are underwater."

"If the structure collapses... I'd drown... not be buried alive." face meets palm in a loud smack "Ugh, what the fuck, brain?"

"Nevermind, I'm good!" John turns around, rubbing his neck sheepishly as he addresses Vata "Yeah, uh, sorry about before. You know- stress, illogical fear, unfamiliar surroundings, war flashbacks. Other excuses you'll inevitably not accept..."

"...uh, yeah. I'm, uh, gonna go kick myself in the head." he awkwardly finishes before walking off.

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Maaan... I think I'm being too over the top, but the claustrophobia thing is something I don't want to ignore like I did the whole being very cold thing... and yeah, the greetings not being detailed where getting on his nerves. I think I mentioned it somewhere? He wouldn't have said anything except for the stress, but it's getting blown out of proportion as part of dealing with the fear thing.

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"Ok, ok, that. is. it." John says, shakily rising to his feet.

"I get that you aren't from even the same universe as me, but these Pch'tacka introductions are getting on my nerves." he says, stalking across the floor and shoving a finger hard in the chest of the man named Vata, his face going red under the sheen of sweat.

"I come from a multigalactic society made up from literally billions of species with their own customs and rules; there is no possible way for anyone to know every species or planet, but telling people what you are, where you are from and who you associate with is what you do. It helps create empathy between people, gives others a chance to not insult you accidentally, and might actually be something that should be known in a bloody emergency!"

"AND I THINK THAT BEING HELD AGAINST OUR WILL IN A LAUAK'PTUACKA FA'ALA PCH'TACKA MOA UNDERWATER FUCKING DEATHTRAP IS AN EMERGENCY!" he shouted in Vata's face, spittle flying from his lips.

In the shocked silence that followed, John shook unsteadily, a hand wrapped around the man's collar, and then he slowly released him and curled up a bit.

"John Fitzgerald, human. Formerly Legion, originally from Enki. Trained engineer, scout and sniper..." he forces a grin across his face "...highly claustrophobic and taphophobic."

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aww, why you gotta make me feel bad?

I THINK I got something to work with. Should have it up sometime after work tomorrow.

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still wracking my brains. Will post as soon as I am able.