[Ger stares between them, his eyes flicking between them. The Eleven knows what to say, maybe because he was married, maybe because was older. He doesn't know.
So he let's them both see the tears, unaware of the gold making a mess of his irises.]
He wouldn't say that.
[His voice is hoarse.]
He wouldn't say he got carried away by anything. Besides. Cleaning his room isn't meant to help.
I'm trying to keep from transforming. And it's petty. I need to calm down.
Well, so much for The Eleven being a great mouth piece for what he should say instead of what he actually would say. He'd gotten his hopes up for a moment but Coop is smarter than that.
Instead of telling The Eleven what to say he looks around and finds his communicator, on the ground from where it'd bounced when he threw it and manages to pick it up.
you're right. I didn't. I AM sorry though.
I thought I'd be back up before you got back.
He sends it off, pauses a moment and then slowly types something else out before pressing send.
[And Eleven is acting all...nice??? Is creeping him out. It's like something that the Eleven had lost came back with killing Christopher and he wasn't sure it was a good thing.
And he looks at the commicator, and...there's something in the messages that makes his face fall, and another tear to trickle down before his expression hardens.]
He does. But he can't have his cake and eat it too.
[A quick and nasal voice speaks.] With the proper application of time travel you can, in fact, both have and eat the cake.
Thank you, Seven. [The Eleven says with gritted teeth and heavy sarcasm.]
[The Three and the Six both want to tackle Ger as he's leaving and kill him. The Six, because he's always like that and the Three in a fit of temper. The Eleven grits his teeth even harder.]
It wouldn't work, we'd just be transmatted away. [He mutters to himself. Then calls out to Ger.]
You'll come back to help me carry him to his own cabin, won't you? My prison cell is no place to death toll.
[Christopher curls up on the floor, still frowning sadly as Coop refuses to look at him.
There is a furious sound of soft little taps of his thumb as he sends off another message. 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01101101 01101111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01101110 00100000 01110011 01100011 01101001 01100101 01101110 01100011 01100101 but once its send off he just drops the comm on the floor and lays there.
Bye Coop, see you later. He hopes you'll forgive him soon.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 03:05 pm (UTC)So he let's them both see the tears, unaware of the gold making a mess of his irises.]
He wouldn't say that.
[His voice is hoarse.]
He wouldn't say he got carried away by anything. Besides. Cleaning his room isn't meant to help.
I'm trying to keep from transforming. And it's petty. I need to calm down.
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Date: 2026-04-22 03:27 pm (UTC)Well, so much for The Eleven being a great mouth piece for what he should say instead of what he actually would say. He'd gotten his hopes up for a moment but Coop is smarter than that.
Instead of telling The Eleven what to say he looks around and finds his communicator, on the ground from where it'd bounced when he threw it and manages to pick it up.
you're right. I didn't. I AM sorry though.
I thought I'd be back up before you got back.
He sends it off, pauses a moment and then slowly types something else out before pressing send.
I didn't want to hurt you.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 05:53 pm (UTC)[He sees Chris in the corner of his eye frantically typing and hopes the boy isn't writing something that's sabotaging his efforts.]
He does very much want you to stay.
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Date: 2026-04-22 10:03 pm (UTC)[And Eleven is acting all...nice??? Is creeping him out. It's like something that the Eleven had lost came back with killing Christopher and he wasn't sure it was a good thing.
And he looks at the commicator, and...there's something in the messages that makes his face fall, and another tear to trickle down before his expression hardens.]
He does. But he can't have his cake and eat it too.
[He turns around and starts leaving the cabin.]
And I'm throwing out the pizza!
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Date: 2026-04-22 10:08 pm (UTC)[That's about as much as he gets out, the sound getting caught in his throat as Germaryah turns to leave.
I think he hates me now...
And before the other boy even leaves he's flopped onto the floor sadly.
RIP his pizza experiment.]
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Date: 2026-04-22 11:49 pm (UTC)Thank you, Seven. [The Eleven says with gritted teeth and heavy sarcasm.]
[The Three and the Six both want to tackle Ger as he's leaving and kill him. The Six, because he's always like that and the Three in a fit of temper. The Eleven grits his teeth even harder.]
It wouldn't work, we'd just be transmatted away. [He mutters to himself. Then calls out to Ger.]
You'll come back to help me carry him to his own cabin, won't you? My prison cell is no place to death toll.
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Date: 2026-04-23 12:05 am (UTC)Then I'll clean up your place.
[He says it all without turning back.]
Won't be good to have that blood stain set in your bunk.
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Date: 2026-04-23 01:24 am (UTC)There is a furious sound of soft little taps of his thumb as he sends off another message. 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01101101 01101111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01101110 00100000 01110011 01100011 01101001 01100101 01101110 01100011 01100101 but once its send off he just drops the comm on the floor and lays there.
Bye Coop, see you later. He hopes you'll forgive him soon.]
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Date: 2026-04-24 04:01 am (UTC)That could have gone better. But it's not his priority.]
Oh well.
We should take another blood sample.
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Date: 2026-04-24 04:06 am (UTC)[Very slowly his arm slips out from under him where he's curled up pathetically on the floor.
There is barely any effort at all as he mentally sighs as dramatically as he can manage.]