✘ o9 ;;

[decrypts]

[ if there's one person that has something of a habit of making grand entrances to the plane, it's this guy. first, it was hitting the ground running from an angry orange alien, and this time, he'll just be rolling in on a desk chair at a pretty high velocity, probably close to toppling ass over teacup the moment he loses any semblance of his balance, and it will be just one more instance of falling on his ass in this place that he can add to the list.

at least he's in his armor. that oughta soften the blow a little.

and anything is better than floating around in space after having nearly been blown the fuck up just because someone had neglected to tell him that the director had his own course of action should he not be able to take care of a little security bypass. that hadn't been giving him any trouble. at all. thank you, delta.

who is, of course, already bombarding him with questions in the back of his mind, and could somebody get york an aspirin, or something? he feels one hell of a headache coming on.

his chair slowly rolls to a stop, and he slumps over, elbows braced on his knees as he silently takes stock of himself. nothing hurts, his armor is intact, there's an annoying buzzing inside his head that is still finding ways to explain why it hadn't felt the need to let a certain somebody in on the fact that the director had a giant fucking laser pointed at his location for the entire duration of his mission … eh, par for the course. ]

Agent York, are you listening?

Tryin' not to, D … haven't quite worked on tunin' you out yet. Gimme a bit, and I'll have it down pat.

[ oi. ]

( ooc: this would be york's canon bump! which means he now has a certain cockbite of an ai with him, and we pre-emptively apologize for him. in entirety. )

Comments

[decrypts]

[ that's the first thing you notice? the chair?

okay bro. ]

Exactly what I was thinkin'. [ you little twerp. ] Could use a little more décor around here …

[desertdaggers]

[absolutely.]

Excellent. Should we go for some sort of theme, or would we be better mixing things if everyone brings something?

[decrypts]

[ he cannot believe he is having this conversation right now. ]

Might be able to implement a little bit of feng shui if everyone brings in somethin' of their own.

[desertdaggers]

Feng shui? [he grins, a little crookedly, and holds out his hands] You'll have to explain that to me.

[decrypts]

S'just a way of arranging things, like furniture, to your personal tastes. It's supposed to have somethin' to do with the flow of positive energy or some shit, too, I think.

[ york how do you know this stuff. ]

[desertdaggers]

Is that right? And… would that ever entail putting something in the way of someone getting through? [since, well, if that ever catches on, maybe he should watch out for it.]

Who came up with this idea?

[decrypts]

Don't think so. [ at least, he's pretty sure it wouldn't ever be something like that. ]

Now that, I don't have a clue about. Probably some Chinese guy way back in the past or somethin'. [ it sounds chinese, anyway, so he's going with it. ]